[02: video] - Life is fraughtless, when you're thoughtless

[emptynight]

[About five minutes ago, a sharp popping sound could have been heard from one of the emptier buildings in the city. And only now does the video come on, with Thomas looking disheveled, to put it mildly. He's got yellow pulp clinging to his hair, and his clothes are clinging to him again, this time covered in what looks like apple juice.]

[still, he doesn't look particularly embarrassed, just a little sheepishly smirky]


So, fermenting apple cider explodes. Who knew.


[ooc: on-line or off, either is fine. He'll be cleaning up his mess for a good long while, plenty of time for multiple people to drop by.]

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[video forever]

[emptynight]

[Thomas shrugs, seemingly unperturbed by the setback. He's also lost the shirt at some point (thanks Jack) and is still picking bits of apple out of his hair.]

Next thing you're going to tell me is that there's books and research and instructions for this sort of thing, dollface.

[video forever]

[dark-thespian.livejournal.com]

[He has to pause because dollface? Really?] I have no idea. It's not my line of work.

[emptynight]

[really. get used to it, Allen]

Too bad. If it were, I'd hire you. [ignore the fact that he came with literally nothing more than the clothes on his back and can't actually pay anyone except in sex]

[dark-thespian.livejournal.com]

Um, thank you? [Good thing Allen ignores being hit on. It slides off him like water off a duck's back.] But if you ask around, someone has to know something. That's usually how it is here.

[emptynight]

[just grins] But then I'd have to share.

[dark-thespian.livejournal.com]

Well then, you're in for a lot of experimenting until the apples don't explode.

[emptynight]

Good thing I stocked up when this place turned into an apple farm.

[dark-thespian.livejournal.com]

I think everyone will be sick of apples by the time winter's over.

[emptynight]

Maybe, but booze is booze.

[dark-thespian.livejournal.com]

I doubt that will ever run dry in this city. [He says it kind of flatly. Him and booze don't get along.]

[emptynight]

[that makes Thomas chuckle drily] That so? Everyone I talk to keeps making it sound like it's gold around here.

[dark-thespian.livejournal.com]

But they still find ways to make it.

[emptynight]

[Thomas glances backwards at the now-broken still] Never get between an addict and their addiction, or something.

[dark-thespian.livejournal.com]

Or a bunch of people in need of some form of stress reliever.

[emptynight]

That sounds so much nicer.

[dark-thespian.livejournal.com]

And less upsetting to said addicts. [He tends not to kick the boat over if he can help it.]

[emptynight]

[that earns Allen a laugh.]

Half the fun is provoking the addicts, sweetheart.

[dark-thespian.livejournal.com]

Most of the time! Master wasn't very fun to poke. And it was deadly to your health to do it.

[emptynight]

'Master'? Didn't look like you were into that kind of fun, darling.

[dark-thespian.livejournal.com]

[dkfjdkfk why do people always! He makes a strangled noise.] No! No no no! I mean master like teacher not, [If anything sounds like a verbal keyboard smash he just made it,] why do people keep mistaking it?!

[emptynight]

[He laughs again, long and rich and rolling. You're cute when you're verbally keysmashing, Allen.]

I'm not the only one? Maybe it's you then, doll.

[dark-thespian.livejournal.com]

Or everyone else! Master is the one that insisted he be called master. I guess General, or teacher got on his nerves. [Aaaaugh. He rubs the back of his neck and tries to calm down.]

[emptynight]

[Still laughing. All the laughing.]

Sounds like a bit of a stretch that everyone you meet gets the same idea all on their lonesome. But whatever keeps you warm at night.

[dark-thespian.livejournal.com]

[hhhhrrgh.] Probably because he's a wenching, boozing, debt collecting degenerate when he's not in battle.

[emptynight]

[Thomas' laughter gets even more amused, if that's at all possible.]

What's wrong with a little womanizing and alcohol between near-death experiences?