Mad Sweeney (i_haveahoard) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2010-03-03 08:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | baba yaga, mad sweeney, march madness |
Leprechauns Everywhere! [open]
Sweeney still could not find his apartment. Damn City with it's continuous changing ways. So drunk, and still relatively pissed off from his altercation with the Djinn, Sweeney fell over and slept where he landed. It was when he woke up that confusion set in.
First of all, he was uncomfortable, and not just from laying on the ground. The kind of uncomfortable you got by wearing one of those three piece suits, and his feet didn't feel right at all. Something was definitely off. Maybe he was dead. That would have been a blessing in comparison to the reality.
His hand went to his forehead, cradling the tender spot from where he'd hit it when he fell, and he shuffled to his feet. As he stood, there was a grand sound of wonder and amazement from around him. Many little voices all together chimed an "ooohhhh ahhhhhh."
Afraid of what he might find when he opened his eyes, Sweeney pried one eye open slowly. Other than the bright, and it was very bright outside, everything was greener than usual. That did not bode well. Not at all.
"He's awake!" One voice said, sounding a bit too Irish for it's own good.
"Oh no." Was all Sweeney managed to say when he looked down. Way down. Down to about calf-height on him and spied the myriad of tiny leprechauns. Though myriad was probably an understatement. They were everywhere around him, looking up at him expectantly.
Then Sweeney looked at is arms, and his legs and the look on his face was anything but pleased. Not only was he surrounded by stereotypical versions of himself, he was dressed as they were. Either the City had decided he wasn't nearly as stereotypical enough or that horrid Djinn...
"Jeannie!" He shouted, loud enough for some of the small leprechauns to jump. "You've made your point!" But the Djinn never responded.