Knowhere IC

Let's play a game! We'll call it interesting fact. Tell me something interesting about the place you come from.

The winner gets a prize.

You know what? I think I can handle this. A few people should back me up, but the rest of you can hang back and make sure that all of the fleas are okay.


...wow, you know, I never thought I'd say that. 'Make sure the fleas are okay.' What a crazy place!

Anyway, some of our Knowhere folk are hurt, too, so please make sure they're tended to. Gambit, you had better be okay.

I'm going to have a talk with these 'dust bunnies' and get them to agree to be more civil. For some reason, I'm feeling even more fired up than usual - it must be all the fresh air around here.

Cosmo has bad news. Peter and Steve discover weak signal of those who disappeared. Is very weak, they say like it is a universe inside another universe. A microverse. Cosmo has one. Cosmo's collar has a dimensional envelope in it in case Knowhere gets invaded we can hide and survive. Cosmo has used before. It work well. I think maybe that is where everyone go to, but problem is... it's not working. I press button to go to microverse and nothing happen. I am thinkink we need to fix this if we want to get friends back.

[Filtered to Sabo]

[No where near as accomplished as Sabo, but the Cajun doesn't care -- his singing voice is just fine, thanks! As long as you're comparing him to dying sheep.]

"Show me 'de way't'go home, bum bum
I'm tire' an' I wanna t'bed!
I had uh lil' drink 'bout an hour ago
An' it gone righ' t'm'head!
Wherever I may roam, bum bum
O' land o' sea o' foam,
Can always hear me singin' 'dis song
Show me 'de way t' go home."

Y' know, y' wanna go out partyin' an' get trashe', shoul' letta guy know, coulda taken y' home an' taken 'vantage of ya.

[ Sabo ]

Sounds like you had quite a good time the other night, so I just figured I'd take a minute to check in. How's my favorite flamethrower?

Do not fear me! Ours is a peaceful race, and we must live in harmony! [...] Too much? Too much.

Let's try this again. [...] Hello. I'm Wash.

[Uh-oh...Sabo so enjoyed his little scrap with Tex the other day that he's decided to live it up tonight at Starlin's. He's started to have a bit too much fun with some of the other raucous patrons - you know he's having too much fun, of course, when he starts to sing.]


"At the pub at the crossroads, there's whiskey and beer,
There's brandy, strong cognac that's aging for years -
But for killing the thirst, yes I'll proudly shout:
There's nothing at all beats a pint of good stout!
Drink it up, men! It's long after ten!
Drink it up, men! It's long after ten!"


[...yes, it seems that somewhere along the course of the evening, Sabo accidentally left his communicator on and open, allowing everyone to get an earful of his surprisingly dulcet tones. His words are only slurring slightly, so this is him after only a few drinks. Just wait until he REALLY gets going.]


"I've traveled the Grand Line, I've traveled the Red!
At the sound of good music I'll sing 'till I'm dead!
So hear me then, mister, and pour me one more.
If I can't drink it up, then throw me out the door!
Drink it up, men! It's long after ten!
Drink it up, men! It's long after ten!"


[Never mind that the song is a little out of order. Nobody else seems to care. The rest of the crowd has learned enough of the song and melody that others have joined in, with absolutely everyone singing recklessly loud at the chorus. The floor is rattling and the rafters are shaking, but everyone seems to be having a good time. Sabo himself is standing on top of a table to lead this make-shift glee club.]


"Some folks o'er the water think bitter is fine?
While others the swear by the juice of the vine.
But there's nothing that's squeezed from the grape or the hop -
Like the black liquidation with the froth on the top!
Drink it up, men! It's long after ten!
Drink it up, men! It's long after ten!
Drink it up, men! It's long after ten!"


[And just before the transmission closes, the table below Sabo breaks, and everyone (including him) descends into fits of laughter.]

Who: Sabo, Tex, Goodman Grey
What: One big misunderstanding? Sabo hears about a 'kidnapping' plot and confronts Tex (& Co.?). The conversation might turn a bit sour.
When: Daytime, after this exchange.
Where: Outside the Hovel
Rating: High Warning - strong language and thrilling action, talks about kidnapping.
Status: Thread - Open/Ongoing



It didn't take long for Sabo to reach the Hovel; he knew the place very well, being a regular and all. There were few other places on Knowhere that he could go to and burn off a little pent-up steam - nobody cared if he came in for a few hours, wrecked up the place, and then paid for any extra damages. He came often enough that other locals practically knew him by name, and greeted him as he arrived. His response was different today, however: anybody nearby would be well-advised to leave and stay at a ( nice, safe distance )

I hope everybody is having a nice, relaxing time out on 'Urth' or 'Diznie Land' or 'Lundun'. Everybody's been so stressed lately, so yeah, enjoy a little downtime when you can.

Back where I'm from, we don't really talk much about space or other planets - there's still too much to explore out at sea. New lands to discover, treasure to find, strange things to find that no one has ever seen before! Oh, and giant sea monsters just around every corner! We've got a city of mermaids, islands in the clouds, and there's even a casino made out of gold. (Don't go there, though. They always cheat.)


I suppose I could go home for a visit sometime, but I'm actually okay here for now. I don't know about you guys, but sometimes I feel like I was brought here for a reason.

In the meantime, I think I'll spend some time at the Palace, if anybody wants to join me for a little sparring. We'll go to Starlins afterwards!

I've decided that no universe wants me to be happy.

Oi, you lot,

Sirius question:

When you get up to go to the loo at night do you all turn the lights on?

Okay, folks. I've got building plans! Also someone who can hook us up with materials. Soon as I have the site finalized, we can get to work.

Yes, we. I don't have the money to hire builders, and I thought it would be more fun anyway if we made an event out of this. Has anyone ever been part of a barn raising? You don't have to actually raise the barn, though that would be nice. If you can feed everyone and make sure nobody keels over from forgetting to drink enough water, that'd be helpful.

When did humans begin lumping angels and monsters together?

So it's been a few days and I haven't woken up from this weird dream. Figure I might as well say hello, my name is James Potter. Lovely to meet you all. I'm sure my reputation precedes me, etc. Are there things a magical person such as myself needs to know about the non-magical space... world? If it's a world?

All this extra weirdness going on lately has got me feeling a little tense. I'd like a chance to cut loose for a bit, but there's no way I can do that here - I'd burn this place to a cinder!


So how do these fancy 'Passport' bracelets work? Can I use mine to go somewhere nice and deserted for just a few hours? I'm really afraid to mess with this thing on my own. I mean, who knows who or what I'd turn into?

I got all my fingers back.

Who: Sabo & Gambit (1610)
What: Sabo brings Gambit his gloves.
When: After this.
Where: Gambit's apartment.
Rating: High for language and violence.
Status: Closed - In Progress

( He couldn't lie. )

Ah-ha! It looks like I'm back to normal again. The fires are burning again, and nothing that I touch is exploding.

It feels good to-


...oh, shit! Gambit! Your gloves, I still have them! Where are you?

Who: Harry Dresden, Sabo, 1610-Gambit
What: Trope Shenanigans!
When: Morning of the first day
Where: Outside Studio Apartments
Rating: Probably cursing, definitely explosions.
Status: In Progress


A blonde young man, jittery and wide-eyed, stood in the four-way intersection just outside the door way to the 100 Block studio apartments. Sabo looked quite different than usual, as he was normally dressed in much finer attire whenever he went out; today, he was reduced to a loose, baggy night shirt and a pair of shorts - his pajamas, perhaps? As he waited, visibly trembling, his arms were far outstretched at his sides, and his expressions were drawn stark and panicked, as if he were literally afraid to touch anything around him. When your coffee cup actually explodes in your hands first thing in the morning, who could blame him for being a bit worried?

The bedroom door had been next. ( Then a lamp... )

WHY

IS

EVERYTHING

EXPLODING!?



STOP EXPLODING!