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mayfield_rpg2012-04-04 09:08 pm
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9th Hat - Prank Wars: Dad Strikes Back
[It's almost the end of the event, and while Dad easily staved off the prank disease with some of his earlier shenanigans, he just can't help himself. He's the grandson of the late and great prankster Colonel Sassacre, after all, and even though he never met his forebear in person, that same mischevious blood runs through his veins. Pranksters gotta prank.]
[Action; 504 Ricardo Street]
[Dad's proud of what he managed to pull off for this one. He isn't aware of Bernkastel's reputation around town, but he's managed to successfully get one over on one of the canniest witches in town. Having waited for an opportunity for an empty house with Bern's drone family either at school or at work, Dad snuck into the house and spent most of the morning and early afternoon moving the entire living room setup out onto the front lawn. But not just in a big pile, oh no. That's second-rate stuff. The living room set is reproduced exactly as it was inside the house, furniture and all. And when Bernkastel gets back, there's even a freshly brewed pot of tea sitting on a tea table in front of the couch waiting for her. By this point, Dad is long gone.]
[Action; around town; afternoon]
[That last one was a little tiring, even with his MANGRIT to help out with moving all of that heavy furniture. There's one more target on Dad's list: the Handmaid. She's easy enough to track down, so Dad's waiting in the wings with a pie at the ready. He had to make one fresh since his wallet seems to be missing ever since the pudding balloon and forks incident, but that's no big deal. So he just waits for her to come around the corner, trusting that his newly gained miracle powers from the Bernkastel prank will help his pastry fly straight and true.]
[Action; early evening; 311 Miller; open to all]
[That's two successful pranks in one day! Dad figures he's earned a bit of relaxation, and also trying out some of his new powers while they're still around for him to enjoy. Probability manipulation and telekinesis aren't too bad, especially when there's some pastry-based strife practice to be had. Anyone passing by 311 Miller Street at or around dinnertime will see Dad in the front lawn with a pile of cream pies stacked up beside him and bullseye targets set up in various places around the lawn.]
All right, let's see what we've got here!
[Dad closes his eyes, concentrating as he raises his hands. Three pies start to levitate around him, making a slow circle around his body. This goes on for about half a minute, and then Dad snaps his hands out to the sides. The pies go winging off toward three separate targets, hitting the bullseyes right in the middle. He opens his eyes and chuckles to himself a little, clearly proud of his work.]
Heheh... looks like the Force is strong in me.
[Action; 504 Ricardo Street]
[Dad's proud of what he managed to pull off for this one. He isn't aware of Bernkastel's reputation around town, but he's managed to successfully get one over on one of the canniest witches in town. Having waited for an opportunity for an empty house with Bern's drone family either at school or at work, Dad snuck into the house and spent most of the morning and early afternoon moving the entire living room setup out onto the front lawn. But not just in a big pile, oh no. That's second-rate stuff. The living room set is reproduced exactly as it was inside the house, furniture and all. And when Bernkastel gets back, there's even a freshly brewed pot of tea sitting on a tea table in front of the couch waiting for her. By this point, Dad is long gone.]
[Action; around town; afternoon]
[That last one was a little tiring, even with his MANGRIT to help out with moving all of that heavy furniture. There's one more target on Dad's list: the Handmaid. She's easy enough to track down, so Dad's waiting in the wings with a pie at the ready. He had to make one fresh since his wallet seems to be missing ever since the pudding balloon and forks incident, but that's no big deal. So he just waits for her to come around the corner, trusting that his newly gained miracle powers from the Bernkastel prank will help his pastry fly straight and true.]
[Action; early evening; 311 Miller; open to all]
[That's two successful pranks in one day! Dad figures he's earned a bit of relaxation, and also trying out some of his new powers while they're still around for him to enjoy. Probability manipulation and telekinesis aren't too bad, especially when there's some pastry-based strife practice to be had. Anyone passing by 311 Miller Street at or around dinnertime will see Dad in the front lawn with a pile of cream pies stacked up beside him and bullseye targets set up in various places around the lawn.]
All right, let's see what we've got here!
[Dad closes his eyes, concentrating as he raises his hands. Three pies start to levitate around him, making a slow circle around his body. This goes on for about half a minute, and then Dad snaps his hands out to the sides. The pies go winging off toward three separate targets, hitting the bullseyes right in the middle. He opens his eyes and chuckles to himself a little, clearly proud of his work.]
Heheh... looks like the Force is strong in me.
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