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Captain's Log; Stardate 30.04.07
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Trowa Barton May 4 2009, 02:44 PM Post #21
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Duo had guessed his identity already? Damn. Trowa should have realized his resemblance to Captain Kirk was so uncanny there was probably no need for him to wear the Starfleet uniform at all.

"Well.. Addie's fine, we moved. I felt like I should get a new place.. seeing as it seemed like everybody knew where we where. ..The circus sounds like fun, I remember going to see you perform once, Tro. It was.. certainly interesting. How are you guys getting along?"

"We're getting along fine. We have sex almost every night."  Duo had probably meant something else, but no matter. Trowa finished drink #2 and grabbed a third. This was unquestionably the inevitable drinking thread where Trowa got sloshed with anyone in the vicinity until sobered up by the also inevitable terrorist attack, declaration of war or gundam artillery that would eventually follow. May as well drink up while he could.

"Let's see...over the past two months the circus lost customers until going broke, at which time Treize bought the circus for his daughter. Or rather, Dorothy's daughter from a previous marriage. Though now that Treize and Dorothy got married this afternoon, I suppose that makes Anda his daughter after all. We then moved to his property, where we've been leeching off his hospitality ever since. Fortunately, he has no time for running a circus while running for President of ESUN, so he put Quatre in charge of the circus. I'd hate having to work for that pompous blowhard. Have you ever seen the bedroom ceilings of his mansion?"

Trowa shuddered, and swilled some more of his third drink. What were these, anyway? Tasted remotely like a zombie, but if so there was a lot more rum than fruit juice in it. Completely forgetting for the moment that Quatre didn't drink, he handed the glass over for an appraisal.

"Here, Quatre. Does this taste like a zombie to you? I don't taste any apricot liqueur in it. How can it be a zombie without liqueur?"

What he needed was a different drink. As another waiter went by, Trowa grabbed something with a pink parasol, as he had no pinks in his collection yet. Ah, this was better. Let's see, this was still drink #3 since he hadn't had much of the other glass. Another half dozen of these and he'd be on impulse power. Awesome.

"I suppose you saw what happened to Quatre on the news, so I won't update you on that. Really disappointing. I don't remember having sex in the cockpit before he got arrested and the gundam was confiscated, and that was one of my goals."

Out of ammo again? That was quick...surprise surprise. Okay, Duo. Hand me the Super Soaker. No, I'm serious.
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Quatre R. Winner May 4 2009, 03:28 PM Post #22
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"We're getting along fine. We have sex almost every night."

We all know who the 'straight man' in this comedy act was, so it should be of no surprise to anyone that Quatre's cheeks blossomed with vermillion at Trowa's statement. Another less surprising act was his immediate smacking of Trowa's head with the newly found popcorn vouchers.

That wasn't to say that Quatre was displeased with Trowa's answer. Indeed, they had been rather frisky with each other for the past two months. New relationships were like that. Exciting and adventurous! He had complied a list of things he had wanted to do to Trowa ever since meeting him ten years before, and as you can imagine it was a very long list. They hadn't even accomplished half of it.

It was nice, but not something Quatre wanted Trowa lamenting to the world about. Especially old war comrades who Quatre hoped would think of him as pure and angelic and not some sort of Trowa!Whore. Even though he was.

Quatre then mutely handed over the popcorn vouchers as Trowa gave Duo a recap of the goings on with Treize, Dorothy and the frescos at the mansion. It was obvious that all who witnessed them were scarred for life.

"Here, Quatre. Does this taste like a zombie to you? I don't taste any apricot liqueur in it. How can it be a zombie without liqueur?"

Quatre took the glass from Trowa and sniffed its contents. It smelled strongly of alcohol, as it should. He smelled no apricot. He removed his arm from around Trowa's waist and tugged his white glove from his hand with his teeth, letting it drop to the ground. It was hopelessly stained anyway. He then dipped his index finger into the sticky, sweet drink and brought the dampened tip to his mouth. His Scooby-Doo tongue flopped past his vampire teeth and lapped at his fingertip, leaving a long trail of spittle in its wake.

Urm, I mean he licked his finger and crinkled his nose at the bitter sting of rum that remained. That was vile. Foul. It was the nastiest thing he had ever tasted!

So he wordlessly handed it to Duo.

"I suppose you saw what happened to Quatre on the news, so I won't update you on that. Really disappointing. I don't remember having sex in the cockpit before he got arrested and the gundam was confiscated, and that was one of my goals."

Quatre blinked and rather than give Trowa a 'Purple Nurple' as punishment he simply sighed. He wished he could blame Trowa's loose lips and utter git-ness on the alcohol but we all know better than that. Instead he crossed his arms over his chest and smiled.

"I would very much like to talk to you about it, but knowing Lady Une's thoroughness I am sure I am bugged somewhere. If I even say the word ..." he lowered his voice playfully, "mobile suit, I risk spontaneously combusting."

He laughed cheerfully, despite the semi-truth of his claim, and freed a hand from its spot across his chest to brush his overgrown hair from his face again.

"Anyway, things are great- as Trowa has said. I like working at the circus. It is peaceful, and simple and rewarding. Have you been working? Are you still involved with Howard and the sweeper groups? If not, we are looking to fill a few positions at the circus." He put his naked finger to his chin in thought, eyes flitting around the ballroom as he did.

"Why, we could use another person at the ticket counter. Also, we are looking to fill the position of our Human Cannonball due to- um... an unfortunate accident. You needn't worry about that happening again, we don't let the clowns set up the catch net anymore."

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Duo Maxwell May 4 2009, 04:11 PM Post #23
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"I suppose you saw what happened to Quatre on the news, so I won't update you on that. Really disappointing. I don't remember having sex in the cockpit before he got arrested and the gundam was confiscated, and that was one of my goals."

He'd always suspected Quatre's innocence was false...

"Er… " Ooh! Drink!

Duo eyed the drink he'd accepted from Quatre, sniffed it, then downed it in a few swallows. Hearing something about spontaneously combusting, he grimaced and gave the former blonde a look that clearly said 'Why did you hand that to me??' And handed him back the empty glass when he uncrossed his arms. He must not be very good at holding liquor anymore, because he already felt quite pleasant, and they'd only been talking a few minutes.

He listened to Quatre as he ran his tongue along his teeth, tasting the sickening liquid coating his mouth. He contemplated the idea of working at a circus. Maybe as a child he'd wanted to join the circus- no, he'd grown up in something more exciting.. a church. He had never actually thought about running away to join the circus. He wasn't even sure that he'd known what a circus was until he'd gotten off of L2.

It was true he wasn't really working for the Sweepers at the moment, that's why his savings had dwindled so quickly the past two months. He shifted, eyes flitting between Quatre and Trowa. He wasn't really sure how well he got along with Trowa. There had been barely any times when he'd been alone with the man. He scratched the back of his head and grinned sheepishly.

"Howard's been acting kind of weird so I've kept my distance. I don't know how well I'd do at a circus though. Plus I don't think Trieze would like me working on his land.." He let out a strained laugh, glanced around, and spotted a familiar face wandering around with a camera.

Duo stared for a moment before shaking his head and snatching a third glass of something unidentifiable from the nearest location. He held up the glass and grinned widely, a gleam in his eye. "I plan to get smashed tonight, who wants to join me?"

No, of course he wasn't trying to change the subject.
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Ine Winner May 4 2009, 05:31 PM Post #24
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Ine continuied to wipe herself down as the other two she was with ran off to speak to someone they knew. She would join them once she felt that she was dry enough to be introduced to someone. She quickly brought a compact out between her breast and opened it, looking in the mirror and powdering herself up a bit before replacing the compact back into her bosom, the napkin was thrown away.

Ine now moved over to where her brother and Trowa were standing, a grin on her face. Upon closer inspection, she saw the boy with long braided hair was actually pretty cute. "My my my. And just who do we have here brother?" She wanted him to introduce her so she could get to know the youth a little better. She did fancy being with a younger man once in a while. It allways made her feel so much younger herself.
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Trowa Barton May 4 2009, 08:57 PM Post #25
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"My my my. And just who do we have here brother?"

Trowa looked over at Ine while rubbing his head where Quatre had smacked him with the popcorn vouchers. So she was interested in Duo? Yeah, he probably had plenty of tattoos.

"This is Duo Maxwell, former gundam pilot and colleague. Duo, this is Quatre's sister, Ine. Watch out for the riding crop."

He was starting to slip into that annoying period of self-pity that preceded true drunkenness. He needed to move this along. Obviously, he'd already spent too much time on drink #3; it was time for #4. Trowa signaled a passing waiter and grabbed a purple parasoled something or other in a highball glass.

The problem with these sissy cocktails was it took too many of them to do what a couple straight whiskeys would do. There was something to be said, however, for the variety of liquors when one drank a gin-based drink followed by a rum-based drink, followed by something with vodka and then something with bourbon. Trowa couldn't name these drinks anymore—was that a mint julep?—but he was starting to get a serious buzz.

"Hmmm...you know what's funny? You just can't get any of the classic drinks anymore. I mean, when was the last time you heard anyone in a bar order a sidecar, or a gimlet, or a martini that had gin in it and no chocolate or banana?"

Wait, had he said that out loud? He really ought to pay more attention to the conversation.

"I plan to get smashed tonight, who wants to join me?"

Like that. He could have completely missed Duo's challenge.  "That would be me," the resident lush replied, and finished drink #4 before grabbing #5 with a green parasol. He'd have an impressive collection before the night was over, assuming no random acts of terror compromised them this time. When he got home he'd hang them from little threads on his ceiling and have an umbrella rainbow overhead.

"Anyone have any parasols they're not using? I'll add them to my stash."

Out of ammo again? That was quick...surprise surprise. Okay, Duo. Hand me the Super Soaker. No, I'm serious.
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Quatre R. Winner May 4 2009, 09:39 PM Post #26
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"I plan to get smashed tonight, who wants to join me?"

""That would be me. Anyone have any parasols they're not using? I'll add them to my stash."

Quatre smiled and noticed Trowa's drunkeness. He seemed to be very happy when he was wasted. Not to mention he was vastly amusing.

"I'll go see if I can get you a sidecar with a parasol," Quatre offered. He gave Duo a small parting wave, Ine a nod of his head and Trowa a pinch in the buns and a kiss on the cheek before wandering off to find some trouble get Trowa a drink like a good, obedient little boyfriend.

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Duo's attention veered away from Quatre to focus on the girl he'd been arguing with when he'd come in. He could only assume they were related because they looked quite similar. Heck, she looked more like Quatre than Quatre did right now. His suspicions were confirmed when Trowa 'introduced' them.

He grimaced and leaned glanced at Trowa with a scathing look, "Do you really have to introduce me to people as a pilot? You know for some people that's still just an invite to shoot me in the head." His eyes slid back to Ine, and he raised a brow. "Riding crop huh?"

He grinned and gave Quatre a half wave as he skipped off to seek out refreshment(maybe), waited for about two seconds, then flung an arm around Trowa's shoulders. It was slightly uncomfortable because it seemed that the brunette was still a bit taller than him even after all the years of growing Duo had added to his plate. He gave him a hearty shake as he grinned brightly at Ine, "Sorry, just having one dominating female in my life is a bit hard to handle at times. But the Dread Pirate Roberts and Captain Kirk here," at this point he gave Trowa another jostle, "have a date with Dionysis. Or at least, probably the floor in a drunken stupor at some point. You're welcome to join us if you like."

A grin was still plastered on his masked face as he held up a blue parasol in front of Trowa's face, partially to distract him and partially to just see his reaction. "Here ya go, buddy."


With that, he proceeded to drag Trowa a few yards to the left where a waiter was standing with a completely full tray of drinks. He snatched three, offering one to the taller even though he already had one on the way as he balanced the other two in his other hand. One was possibly for Ine, though if she decided not to join them he'd happily chug it himself.
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Trowa Barton May 5 2009, 01:41 PM Post #28
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Blue! He had no blue parasols yet. Did he? Trowa peered into his shirt pocket—no, wait...that was a comm badge. Okay, where did his parasols go? A frantic two minutes were wasted searching for the little buggers when he suddenly noticed they were in his hand. Lucky thing; he'd hate having to drink down another half dozen drinks just to get the parasols from them, and it didn't occur to him at this point that he could simply take the parasols out of the glasses without drinking anything.

Let's just skip right over drink #6 and go straight to #7. Now  we were getting some proper attitude adjustment. Trowa was completely hypnotized by the swirly patterns of Duo's hands, and Duo wasn't even moving them. Awesome. At this point, Trowa would follow Duo anywhere as long as there were parasols wherever they went. Duo was his best friend! Never mind that he hadn't seen him in...erm...how long was that again? Well, never mind. Duo was his best friend!

"Do you really have to introduce me to people as a pilot? You know for some people that's still just an invite to shoot me in the head."

Hmm...good point. Maybe it wasn't too late for a save.  "Did I say gundam pilot? What I meant was..er...gynecologist.  Yes.  Ine, this is Duo, my gynecologist."

There.  Hopefully that fixed everything, and Ine would be none the wiser.

"I'll go see if I can get you a sidecar with a parasol."

Awesome!  Quatre who?

Out of ammo again? That was quick...surprise surprise. Okay, Duo. Hand me the Super Soaker. No, I'm serious.
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Ine smiled and watched her brother run off. She was glad that he was no longer alone. For the longest time she thought she would have to marry him. Ine now turned her attention back to the other two. So, this guy was a gundam pilot just like her brother? Well she allready knew that really, she did see that movie. "Oh ho ho ho" She laughed, not at anyone particular but it probably did look odd for her to be laughing randomly.

Ine grabbed at another drink as it floated past her. The parasol going right over her shoulder once more, of course she wasn't paying attention to what Trowa had said earlier about parasols. They were silly little things anyways, she wasn't used to getting them. She was more of a straight up vodka drinker, which she would get a chance to have on a friday that was coming up soon. Of course the two left before she could make any crude jokes about the pilot being a supposed "Gynocologist" Well, she thought she would just have to entertain herself. Which was easy enough, it usually involved tons of alcohol and her breast being shoved into some poor mans face. . . .
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"Don't say I'm a gynecologist either! You don't even need one!" He resisted the urge to jab the parasol into Trowa's eye and simply shoved it into his hand so that he was free to smack the back of his head. Then he shrugged, "Geez.." noting that Ine had decided not to join them, and proceeded to chug the drink that had been meant for her. He shuddered. Alcohol didn’t even taste that great, but boy did it make him feel nice.

His arm draped over the other's shoulder again, helping to keep himself balanced as he tilted his head back and downed the rest of the second drink. How many was that now? Five.. in how many minutes? Not too many. Ooh. This was getting exciting. "I say we make this a contest," he declared suddenly, setting the two empty glasses back down on the waiter's tray and picking up another. He stuck the pink parasol in Trowa's hair and grinned. Then he was distracted.

"Heeeeey… who's that? He's looks familiar." Duo was starting to realize that having a high metabolism meant the alcohol reached your brain faster. He wasn't sure, however, if that was a good thing or not. He assumed other people would say not. But Duo had always enjoyed being a drunk idiot.

And being an almost drunk idiot, he decided that he and Trowa should find out who that strangely familiar and nerdy looking photographer over thar in that yonder thread was, by physically dragging Trowa along with him. This was a unanimous decision after all.

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