my nose, it can't take it

[finalizes]

[Laughs doesn't just sound miserable when he speaks up on the network a few days into the jaunt. He sounds positively ill, as much as that translates to network expression.]

I think I found a part of whatever is wrong with this place. Someone seems to regularly release toxic gases in the wing where the dance and acrobatics classrooms are.

[He means the excessive use of Lynx/Axe. That stuff that teenage boys like to use too much of.

Poor sensitive wolf has rather irritated throat, eyes and tummy from overexposure to it just by tagging along with other higher-year boys.]

Comments

[thornsofmalkav]

I don't.

And it's a manufactured scent that adolescent boys spray on themselves under the delusion that it makes them more attractive.

[finalizes]

[...Oh.]

Well, it doesn't.

[WHY WOULD ANYONE THINK THAT that's unreasonable even by human standards.]

What kind of containers is it kept inside of?

[Yes, he's totally planning on stealing every single can of axe in the building and dumping it into Liminal to make it disappear there. Once that's done, he can go forward.]

[thornsofmalkav]

Um. Black containers that say either Axe or Lynx? Have Casper find you one. He can actually go into the boys' locker rooms without it being weird.

... do I want to know what your plan is?

[finalizes]

I'll remove them.

[He'll probably end up going for all kinds of aerosol deodorants that he can access, and for a storm spirit there really are no limits...]

[thornsofmalkav]

... you know they'll just go down to the village to buy more, right?

[finalizes]

[Good point.]

I'll have to remove it from wherever it's sold first, then.

[thornsofmalkav]

Good luck with your drugstore robbery, dude.

[finalizes]

Thanks.

[Wtf has happened with a world where a vampire is wishing him good luck and he doesn't think that it's a threat...]

[thornsofmalkav]

[Sarcasm, dude. It was sarcasm.]