log! Who: Julian and the Stepfords NPCs: Nope When: ** Backdated ** to Oct 23 Where: Boathouse Kitchen What: Julian and The Stepfords make a mess in the boathouse kitchen. Fire + Fire Extinguisher = a mess. Rating: PG -- some four letter words and implied potential naughtiness
Sitting in the boathouse kitchen, and eating a bowl of Sugar Bombs, Julian was staring off into space, and thinking, well things. Like the fact that he was pretty sure he had seen a porn that started out with a setting like this; Twenty-something dude, in a boathouse with a bunch of blonde, female roommates. Even when he thought about it, it sounded, well sweet.
In reality, not so much.
He couldn't tell the blondes apart, because well they all looked the same. So, he never knew when he was running into one, how they where going to react to him. Although he tried to not literally run into one -- that would just make things worse after all.
Having decided that he was done with the cereal -- the bowl only half empty -- he moved from his chair, leaving the cereal on the table. He didn't want to eat too much of that crap, it might stunt his growth or something. Look at Lee after all, she apparently lived off this stuff. Absently, he reached into his pocket, and pulled out one of his lighters, and than glanced around, he appeared to be alone.
Flipping the lighter, he produced a flame, and than shaped said flame into a ball of fire, muttering; "Great balls of fire." as he did so. No. That never, ever got old for Julian.
Gasping, a blond blur rushed in the room, smacking her fist to form another blonde who grabbed the fire extinguisher from under the sink.
She punched another that ran back into the hall to holler 'Fire!'
Seconds later, white foam sprayed all over the fire and the one creating it.
"What the --- you crazy bitch!" Julian was livid, oh so livid as he tried to wipe some of the foam off his shirt. Thankfully the white stuff had missed his eyes (Julian had raised his hands to protect his face when the first blonde blur had arrived in the kitchen). "What the hell are you doing!?" Besides ruining his shirts, that was.
Three Stepfords stood there looking pretty stunned at the reaction. "Oh!" the three put their hands to their pursed lips. "We didn't see you there."
Another Stepford popped her head in the door and smirked. "I did." She looked at the foam-covered Julian. "You look good in white."
When the three of them did that -- all moved at the same time, and than spoke, it made Julian wonder , for just a moment, if he had somehow hit his head, and was now viewing things in triplicate. But no. It was just his multiple roommate. Or roommates. Or --- whatever.
Swiping at his shirt, he knocked some more of the foam off him, and onto the floor, glaring over at the figure in the door.
"Esme." He took a guess, and than moved some more of the foam from himself to the floor. "You better grab a broom, or else make some more company and clean this mess up." He decided, for the moment to ignore the three stooges who had sprayed him.
Esme - yes, good guess, Julian, the one with the nasty streak a mile wide - smirked again. "Your nipples are showing through your t-shirt." She pointed out.
The three others blushed furiously. "Esme!!!" They said and scolded. And they surrounded Julian. "Oh we're sooo sorry!" One said. Another one grabbed a cloth. "We really didn't see you." Another wiped his face nervously, pretty much pushing the foam all over. "Let us get this off your face."
"Yes, I see how --- hey, Tweedle-Dee! Watch it." Okay, so there was three of them, four of them if you counted Esme, but still Julian used that name. He went to grab the wrist of the nearest blonde to him -- but went to grab it as gently as he could. He didn't need another person showing up in the kitchen.
"Your getting it -- It's going to --- just stop!"
He didn't want the foam in his eyes, or up his nose. The fact that it was in his hair was bad enough.
The three backed up, three gasps of shock followed one another. "But...but.. but..."
And another showed up next to Esme. She leaned against the door in an arching manner like a cat. "Mmmmmm..." She said, her eyes lighting up at the view. "Whipped Topping on a Julian? I didn't make any duplicates, did I?"
"Your duplicates made a mess." Julian didn't know if it was a good thing, that he was finding himself able to tell the duplicates apart by their personality traits. As it was, he happened to like Celeste. She was fun .. but right now, not so much in the mood for fun. In the mood for a shower, yes. Oh yes. "And it's not foam ..." A trace of a grin there, "Well maybe it's foam, but not the fun kind ---Somehow your duplicates didn't see me, and thought there was a fire ..." He was aware that he was sounding rather petulant when he said that. How could someone come into a room and not not notice him?
"My duplicates?" She put her hand to her chest mockingly, opening her mouth. "Unless that is edible, I doubt it was mine. And I prefer even numbers." She snapped a finger and appearing next to her was another her with leering eyes.
"You are shameless, Celeste." Esme shook her head. "Enjoy the feast. Although I have no idea what you see in him. He's quite dull, really." She rolled her eyes.
"No he isn't!" One of the three Sophie's let out. "He's fun!" One spoke out. "And talented!" Another added. "And really cute!" Another said. And all three gasped and blushed furiously. "I can't believe you said that!" "Oh my gosh!" "Eep!"
"No he isn't ..." Yes, that was Julian defending himself in the third person there. He shook his head, sending a bit of the foam flying. He knew you couldn't burn the shit, because after all it came out of a fire extinguisher, so it made sense that it would not be flammable. That didn't mean that he didn't want to try.
Resisting the urge to break out the lighter, he settled on grabbing some foam off the floor, and tossing it at Esme.
It was childish. But it made him feel a bit better.
Esme getting a glop of foam on her shirt was not going to make her happy. "Real mature, Julian." She sneered.
Celeste elbowed her made duplicate. "Well, if that's the way it is..." She pulled some foam off Esme's shirt and whipped it back at Julian. "Foreplay. I like." Indeed, everything is a little bit dirty when Celeste is around. Possibly because Mindee keeps that stuff suppressed.
But she also has bad aim and it landed on the Sophie dupes. "eee! come on! We're trying to clean it up!"
And you can guess what happened.
Foam War!
The Stepfords seemed to have the advantage as in there was a lot of them -- but Julian ignored that Celese didn't like Esme all that much . . . although he tried not to think too much about them liking, or not liking each other. The Stepfords were all the same person (apparently) after all. Really, thinking about it made his head hurt. So Julian was just throwing foam at everything that moved -- all was fair in love and foam war, right?
All was going "well" until Julian slipped, and went and grabbed for the arm of the nearest blonde clone girl to keep him up right. It didn't work, and he and the Stepford ended up falling into the foam.
"LET GO OF ME!" The annoyed yell then squeal of Esme as she slipped along with Julian and landed on her butt. Julian's body was on top of her. "Get OFF of me, you dolt!" She ignored the two other dupes that appeared flanking them.
"Damn." Celeste said. "I missed out."
The Sophies just merely gasped.
"Ouch." Julian said as he sat up, and tried to move away from Esme, he glared at her, as he rubbed at his arm, which he had hurt in the fall. He glanced around at all the blondes, and the foam. Give him a housecoat, and god, he could be Hugh Hefner.
"Well there's a ton of you, and one of me ..." He glanced around at the foam, and than back at them. He also started edging towards the door of the kitchen.