in which the jaunt was failed because sera spent the wholetime stealing an entire populations pants

[unagreeable]

Ugh, I hate using this head talking magic!

Hey, so, acording to that guy in all of our heads-there's a bunch of people over in the Caliphate that think they can tell people what to do. Think they can tell people what to wear, and stop girls from kissing girls, and I think that's fucked up.

So I'm going to go steal their pants. As many as I can. Who else is in?

Comments

Re: private

[bypartisan]

[It's at that moment that Byerly realizes that no matter what else they have in common--like being smarmy weaselly bastards--there is a profound difference between him and Braig. Because there are always consequences, even if the consequences don't always land on your head.

He doesn't let his tone of mental voice change when he replies.]

No, I suppose there aren't.

[He's disappointed in you, Braig, but he's damn well not going to show it.]

Re: private

[seventhbullet]

Who's there to have an incident with, anyway? Takes two to tango, and the lovely ladies on the lam don't have anyone answerable for them but them, last I checked.

Re: private

[bypartisan]

Ostensibly we are.

Re: private

[seventhbullet]

But do we have a flag? It doesn't count unless you have a flag.

Re: private

[bypartisan]

Do you want me to design one?

Do you want to design one?

Re: private

[seventhbullet]

[Braig puts on his best explaining-to-the-small-child 'voice'.] No, because then we'd be a nation or something, and diplomacy could happen to us. Much safer without.

Re: private

[bypartisan]

[By starts mentally laughing hysterically. Sorry about that, Braig. At least he doesn't do it for five minutes unlike some people.]