Physics is just a seven-letter word...

[lowkeyangel]

Who: Loki Gabriel, and you.
Where: Anywhere.
When: 31st - 2nd
Rating: A little language. Rated S for Silly?
Summary: Gabriel decides to test out the logistics of cartoon physics, with... mixed results. We can plot here, or feel free to just jump in. He's only likely to 'kill' douchebags.
The Story:

Being a trickster for so long had meant that, on the whole, there wasn't a whole lot that Gabriel experimented with, anymore. When the next big things came out, he pranked with them and then moved on (unless, of course, they were excessively hilarious). This was just the way of the big human creative machine. But, of course, when you can make physics your bitch, experiments get a whole lot more interesting than test tubes and lab coats. Gabriel was itchy to do something. He had a feeling that it was set on by the damn house, but it didn't matter. He was bored anyway.

And so, armed with a list of silly cartoon things he wanted to try out in real life, he set off to stalk various parts of the mansion and the grounds, and see what he could see.

Comments

[vlad_dracul]

Dracula sighs, shaking his head, with rueful amusement.

"I am immune to all metals," he says quietly. "Also, you're making a rather large mess."

[lowkeyangel]

All metals. Huh. Interesting. This is clearly no run-of-the-mill vampire, in any world, to Gabriel's mind. But a mess is absolutely no problem, because immediately there are brooms rushing around to...

...distribute the mess somewhere else in the mansion. He's not really paying attention.

[vlad_dracul]

Dracula gives a slight chuckle, nodding in approval.

"That's better. So, you know my nature. Perhaps, you would like, or simply agree, to reveal yours."

[lowkeyangel]

In truth, he's starting to feel a little bored, and he never makes it that easy for someone else. Whatever guess Dracula has will have to work. After all, Buckingham thought he was a sprite, and he was content enough with that cover story. For now.

For the statement, Dracula just gets a lot of clothes dumped on him. Of the lady kind. Reveal, eh? Eh?

[vlad_dracul]

"I'll take that as a no, then," Dracula states, amused, kicking and shoving the clothes away. "Those are not my style, thank you, though. A pity you seemed disinclined to reciprocate. I suppose I could ask for at least a hint?"

[lowkeyangel]

All that he gets on his head is a rain of cardboard puzzle pieces, for his trouble, and a rain of top hats, which proceed to rush around and try to devour the puzzle pieces like strangely shaped velvet fish.

[vlad_dracul]

Since his life isn't in danger, Dracula allows himself to be amused by this spectacle, laughing. He's a bit puzzled. The castle is full of whimsy, yes, but it's usually meaner than this, more pointed. Dracula lifts a hat, examining it.

[lowkeyangel]

Well, the hat immediately gets this idea that it should be on Dracula's head and so starts struggling, violently, to latch onto his arms with a velvet tentacle — wait, where had that come from? It snarls, trying to climb the vampire.

[vlad_dracul]

Dracula glares at the presumptuous thing, flinging it from him with super-human strength.

"Your creatures lack manners."