Trip sighed heavily and slumped against his friend. “Paaaarker,” he groaned. “I want to hang out with Dom not yooooou.”
“And I want to be laying around the apartment in Lucian’s clothes while he makes me food, but he’s busy and so are we.” She elbowed him with a huff. “We can’t always get what we want.”
“Can’t you just do this on your own?”
“And if you don’t come how can you contribute?”
“I’ll give you all my money?”
“Noooooo.” She shook her head as she forced him to take a turn to the right. “Our friends are getting a wedding present from us, not from me paid for by you. So suck it up.”
“Fiiiiiiiine.” He sighed again, letting his head flop onto her shoulder. “I’d still rather hang out with Dom.”
Parker tried not to laugh as she leaned her head against his. “Yeah, love you too, Trip.”
Magic Anons! [Anon specifies time for all of these]Hot Lips:
Aren't you the yummiest thing? Everybody who comes into your askbox finds themselves suddenly wanting to kiss you!
Oh dear. You have an aura of repulsion around you which means your friends, lovers, and enemies find themselves unable to bear being near you for long.
Rumour Has It!:
Psst, have you heard that one about....? You might not have, but everyone else has heard a bunch of delicious rumours about you. If you're particularly unfortunate, they may even have reached the news. Anon specifies the rumour.
Someone's a little bit *needy*. Actually, you're so overcome with lust that you really, really need something to happen. Like, right now. And you'll whine pitifully until you get it.
You are now a werewolf, and sugar, it's full moon. Have fun with that.
You've just lost one of your five senses. Oh no! Anon specifies which you lose.
You just swapped bodies with one of your friends! Anon specifies who.
It's the zombie apocalypse. You've just been thrown head first into it. Friends/followers of yours can join in too, if they want!
Oh dear, you're a little bit poorly with ------ [anon specifies]. Rest up, and get cuddles and chicken soup!
The Stork Has Come:
Congratulations! You have a bundle of joy on the way!
Arrow of Cupid:
You suddenly fall head over heels in love with whomever the anon specifies.
Guess what you've just been turned into. Quack, quack!
The Chosen One:
You are suddenly the hero of a famous book or film. Worse, you still think you look like you, but everyone else sees *them* instead.
You suddenly can't stop dancing. Worse, your dance moves look like your parents doing the macarena in 1999.
Blades at Dawn:
Oh dear, you suddenly are filled with a desire to fight with everyone you meet!
Real Bad Things:
You wake up after some time of excruciating pain to find yourself thirsting for something which sure as hell ain't water. Yep, you're now a fanged denizen of the night. If you were already a vampire, you're now a vampire hunter instead.
Thirteen, Going On...:
Oh no, you're now thirteen again. Enjoy your renewed youth!
Whatever your gender is, you're now something else.
With a Smile and a Song:
Yes, you're now a Disney Princess. No matter what your gender was before.
Mutant and Proud:
You're now a mutant. Anon specifies what your power is...and who you work for.
Hail to the King:
You now think you're the Ruler of your country. Nobody else agrees with you, understandably.
In an alternate universe, they're dead. Gone forever. Anon specifies who.
You suddenly have unholy rage, a score to settle, and a weapon to do it with.
Bibbity, bobbity, boo!:
You're suddenly the Fairy Godmother/Father to your friends, able to grant their wishes.
Don't Stop Believin':
You suddenly think you're in Glee, and keep breaking into song. Watch out for those slushies! If you really are in Glee, you're now Sue Sylvester.
A china doll is following you around...and they're getting creepier. Are you scared yet?
Mad Man With a Box:
Guess who you are for a day? If you already are the Doctor, then you're now a different version of yourself. Anon specifies which version you are.
You Need a Hug or Something?:
You suddenly want to give hugs to everyone you meet. Regardless of whether you know and like them or not.
ooc: I know I’ve been really lame lately on the rp front. I hope to change this soon. I need some creativity. Ugh. I’m sorry I suck guys.
Ooc: It’s not church softball if I don’t hurt myself or come out covered in red dirt. And I’ve done both in practice today. Too bad I hurt my wrist/hand. Not sure if anything is legit hurt or just sore, but I’m here now. (On my phone at least.) RPs?
Trip laughed happily and nodded. “Yeah that’s probably a good idea. Maybe it’s done now and I can put them back on,”he chuckled.
“I’ll be right back then, firebug.” She kissed his cheek with a small laugh. She quickly climbed out of the bed and went to the living room to gather his clothes. She was back soon and put them in front of him. “Feel like putting them on now?”
Trip waited patiently, a goofy smile plastered to his face. It was a little ridiculous how awesome she could make him feel. “Yeah I think I can manage.” He pulled the clothes closer. “You want to turn around and I’ll do that?”
So I survived the storm that spawned like 11 something tornadoes last night. Not a one came my way but the hale did. Or is it hail. I can never remember. I have also survived my trip to the doctor. And for future reference if the Dr asks if you can handle shots say no. Otherwise you get a shot in the butt that doesn’t hurt until you start walking. Then it burns like a beast.