Come one, Come All, Good Ideas, Bad Ideas...

[justrunsasaloon]

Who: Ellen and YOU
Where: Everywhere
When: April 11 - 14th
Rating: PG (will change if needed)
Summary: Open log for the Event and the day after...
The Story: [OOC: Ellen will be everywhere. Currently her plans are:

11th - Blake and her get drunk and TP the green house

13th - Buckingham Bad Idea.

Everyone is welcome, those she's adopted encouraged. She can talk you out of bad ideas, talk you into them, whatever you need. Feel free to find her just about everywhere.]

Comments

[oversight]

[ Blake has no trouble snatching the toilet paper from the air, his reflexes not quite affected by the alcohol (yet). The trailing edge drifts along behind the bulk of the roll as he gestures with it. ]

So, it's at least more utilitarian than even a roll of toilet paper, is what you're sayin'?

[justrunsasaloon]

[Ellen chokes on her drink, and grins.]

Close, but I wouldn't wipe my ass with it.

[She gets a speculative look in her eyes. Uh oh. PLOTS FORMING.]

[oversight]

What's—? [ He laughs, belatedly, about the whole white lightning toilet paper, but tries to stay on track as he gulps down another drink. ] What's that look for? Seems like I oughta label you "up to no good."

[justrunsasaloon]

Me?

[PURE INNOCENCE.]

Trust me, right?

[She takes another drink.]

[oversight]

[ Blake follows her example and then nods, hissing out his reply. ]

'Course I do. You've had my back more'n a few times. What're you thinkin'?

[justrunsasaloon]

[She grins, pure wickedness.]

Ever toilet paper a house?

[She waves around to the greenhouse with the roll of toilet paper.]

[oversight]

A house? No. Plenty of other things, though. Cars an' the like [ There weren't exactly all that many houses in Gotham within walking running distance of the orphanage.

Another sip, another wince. So dramatic. ]

You wanna TP somethin'?

[justrunsasaloon]

[She grins and waves to the greenhouse, her eyebrows rising.]

This place could use some sprucing up don't you think?

[oversight]

Well... hasn't exactly been festive since Christmas, right? Figure no one's gonna complain 'bout a little decorating.

[ It's like an impromptu party according to the man charging well ahead into drunkenness. ]

[justrunsasaloon]

Exactly.

[She tosses the roll of toilet paper to him and gets her own. Then, she grins.]

Let's have some fun.

[Decorate eveeeeeeeeeerythiiiiiiiiiiing. YAY!]

[oversight]

[ With his spare hand, he snatches the toilet roll out of the air and grins as he inspects it. What the hell is it even doing here? If it's made for the power of suggestion, it seems to work. ]

Only if we're takin' this moonshine with us, 'cause I'm pretty sure we've— we've got a duty to finish it.

[ Otherwise, he's ready. Oh so ready for a little fun and a little chaos. ]

[justrunsasaloon]

[Ellen laughs, finishing off her taste of the moonshine and then pouring herself more. Why not? This is a Great Idea.]

Why don't we just decorate in here. We can drink our moonshine and no one will be offended.

[Or they will and she won't care.]

[oversight]

Naw, naw, let's— I've always wanted to visit the greenhouse with a glass of moonshine in and.

C'mon, let's do it. [ He waggles his eyebrows at her. ] You an' me, Ellen. You, an' me, an' the toilet paper, an' the fire water.