[OOC] No one stopped Chris from covering me in butter?![/OOC]
*Van awakens by way of the severe shaking that Chris administers. Here senses awaken one by one. Darkness transforms into dim light... the blissful silence of unconiousness turns into the usual bar chatter, as well as...*
"Chris! How could you do that to her?! You know that she's ... oh, Van! You're awake! I'm so sorry that I mentioned liquid bu... I mean, that thing that you don't like hearing about!" the LovelyAngel frantically tries to calm down Van before the $#*% really hits the fan.
"No... not you fault Angel... "Van mumbles, barely coherent. "I'm the one who shouldn't freak out 'bout sumthin' that insignificant..."
*Unfortunately, the rest of Van's senses decide to kick in. More specifically, taste, touch and smell.*
"I had the most horrible ni...whatinthe... hoooly hell!" Van's eyes widen comically as she comes to the slippery realization that she is drenched in the aforementioned unmentionable substance.
"B.b..bu...bu...t ...but.... butter?!" Van stutters, panicking.
*Van looks as though she's on the verge of a breakdown. Meanwhile, the LovelyAngel
uses her mental prowess to search for a way to defuse this potentially damaging situation.*
"Umm, no! Of course it's not." LovelyAngel places a comforting hand on Van's shoulder. Eww, slippery...
"...not b.. bu... butter?"
"Absolutely not!"
"Wh... wha... what is it?!" Van questions.
"Umm, right then... let's see. It's, uh... liquid... margarine! That's it, it's liquid margarine!" the LovelyAngel finishes triumphantly.
Th.. that exists?" Van looks a little wary.
"Heh, what doesn't exist around here!" LovelyAngel finishes with a weak laugh.
"Huh, good point." Van delivers clearly. Oddly enough, she seems to have recovered completely at this point. "Whew, good thing. For a minute there, I thought I was really gonna snap!"
*The LovelyAngel, and everyone else within the general vicinity sweatdrops at this. An groan of disappointment emanates from within the shadows. Hmm, strange.*
"Van?" the LovelyAngel addresses her recently recovered aquaintance.
"Yeah?" Van replies.
"Just drink your b33r..." LovelyAngel says with a look that can be described as somewhat between fond and exasperated.
"Oh, okay!" Van says, then quickly complies.
*Van looks down at herself*
"Geez, I better get cleaned up."
*Van reaches out and searches her clothing sector of hammerspace."
"Damn! No, black tank-tops left! Should've done laundry the other day... " Van mumbles and continues to search. "Ah yes, this'll have to do."
*She pulls out a black collared button-down shirt, black leather pants, and a pair of black and white wing-tips. Clothes in hand, she saunters down to the large unisex bathroom to change.*
[OOC] Sorry about writing in your character so much LovelyAngel! I hope I'm not screwing with your characterization. Chris, you're a naughty boy! I think your need a spanking
Oh, yeah... does Van look a little too androgynous to you guys in my new pic? The entire picture is in my profile (which is updated by the way
http://www.geocities.com/vandehsa/van_profile.html ) I think the wing-tips are my favorite part. [/OOC]