http://nojesusfreak.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] nojesusfreak.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2010-03-21 04:41 pm
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Wellspring Arms [all day]

Biff was behind the counter, flipping through a magazine and wondering vaguely just how much effort it would be to find someone to cater Passover.

He would be happy for a distraction.

[identity profile] colourfulscents.livejournal.com 2010-03-21 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
While looking for something to generally distract her while she was out on walkies...er, a stroll, Angua figured that the weapons' shop was almost always a guaranteed amusement. At least it had been so far.

"You guys still not selling weapons here?" she asked, unable to get the copper lilt out of a question like that, as she strolled in.
Edited 2010-03-21 20:54 (UTC)

[identity profile] colourfulscents.livejournal.com 2010-03-21 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
The name earned a little bit of an arched eyebrow. "I'm sorry," she said, but felt that was all she could say, considering she did date a guy named Carrot. "I'm Angua. Good to see the place continue to not make money."

She gave a small nod of approval.

[identity profile] colourfulscents.livejournal.com 2010-03-21 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"Everyone keeps saying that," said Angua, "but I've actually found most of the people I've met so far to be fairly intelligent. Decently intelligent, anyway. More intelligent than what I'm used to, we'll say."

[identity profile] colourfulscents.livejournal.com 2010-03-21 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Angua might have looked minutely lost at rocket scientists, but she could assume, for the most part. "It's a little difficult to narrow it down to just one neat description, really," she said. "I can think of a pretty broad range of idiocy." How exactly did you try to explain to someone about a Colon or a Nobbs? You just couldn't. It was something that had to be experienced.

[identity profile] colourfulscents.livejournal.com 2010-03-21 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"Perhaps he's just hoping to wear you all down?" asked Angua, because everyone knew how well that one always worked.

[identity profile] colourfulscents.livejournal.com 2010-03-21 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Angua couldn't help a faint grin at that one. "Or he does, which is why he keeps coming back and trying." A hand rested at her chest. "Touching, really."

[identity profile] colourfulscents.livejournal.com 2010-03-21 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"And you're right," said Angua. "That sort of determination really does border on stupidity. Some people just don't know when to give up, but at least it can be entertaining. Probably more so than if you did give it to him. That'd likely only create more work for me."

[identity profile] colourfulscents.livejournal.com 2010-03-22 09:56 am (UTC)(link)
Angua snorted. "Jail," she said. "And that's the only place, too. None of this nonsense about teaching up at the school, too. No offense if you teach up at the school, of course."

Even if it was said with a tone that suggested he was really quite crazy if he did.

[identity profile] colourfulscents.livejournal.com 2010-03-22 03:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"Which is much more peaceful, I imagine," said Angua. "I mean, you don't even really have to work."

Not that there were any pointed glances toward magazines at that moment, or anything.

[identity profile] colourfulscents.livejournal.com 2010-03-22 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Angua thought to ask what time period that was, but knew that would be silly because the answer would likely not make any sense to her. So she went with the much better, "Like what?"

[identity profile] colourfulscents.livejournal.com 2010-03-22 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"I generally tend to avoid them," said Angua, trying desperately not to think about the Gooseberry in her pocket. And desperately hoping that the Gooseberry in her pocket didn't decided to take the discussion topic as a cue to introduce itself.

[identity profile] colourfulscents.livejournal.com 2010-03-22 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Consider Angua's brow arched. And skeptical. "Farmville?" she asked, with a tone of voice that suggested that she wished she didn't.

Not that there was anything wrong with farms, of course. She depended on them monthly to fit what she deemed a necessary fix of chickens. But she was far more a hunter/gatherer type of girl here.

...who was now craving chicken. Fantastic.

[identity profile] colourfulscents.livejournal.com 2010-03-23 11:46 am (UTC)(link)
Angua had that feeling that there was a bit more to that phrase than the obvious.

"But what would they want them?"