The Devil's Nest. Saturday, March 10

[nookiepowered]

"Heeeeeere, sheepie, sheepie, sheepie..."

In case you were wondering, there were no sheep behind the bar.

Still, this seemed as good a place as any for Little Bo Peep to have a rest and see if maybe, if she stayed put, they'd come to her. Wagging their tails behind them.

Not that the little boy hanging out at the end of the bar was any help; all he seemed to have to say was "God bless us, every one!" which was sweet, but didn't have anything to do with sheep.

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The Bar [3/10]

[nookiepowered]

It wasn't her fault she was the Adult Halloween Costume version of Bo Peep.

On the other hand, you're welcome.

"Here, sheepie, sheepie..."

Re: The Bar [3/10]

[halfman-lion.livejournal.com]

Tito had slept away most of the day, waking up just in time to be annoyed most of the clothes in his apartment were from ye olde tymes or whatever before going out to figure out what the hell kind of job this was. The way he figured it, this had to be some kind of acting gig he'd forgotten he had taken -- elaborate improv, maybe.

He stopped when he saw the bartender was a shepherdess. "Uh," he said, raising his eyebrows at her. "A little persona and a shepherdess. Don't tell me I got cast in a freaking porno. That's a little too weird even for me."

Re: The Bar [3/10]

[nookiepowered]

"What's a porno? How do you get cast in one - is it like a big hole you can fall in?"

Bo Peep and Bojingles the Holiday Elf might not have shared genetics, but they were sisters of the soul, yes.

"Gosh, I hope my sheep didn't end up in a porno!"

Re: The Bar [3/10]

[halfman-lion.livejournal.com]

"You try to be an actor," Tito said gloomily, "and your career goes very, very wrong somewhere. Might as well be a big hole."

He glared at the beer taps thoughtfully for a moment. "If there are animals involved, I'm firing my agent."

Re: The Bar [3/10]

[nookiepowered]

"It's not nice to set people on fire," Bo Peep said, wagging a finger reproachfully. "Unless it's Jack, but that's his own fault; if he'd stop jumping over candlesticks, he'd be fine."

Re: The Bar [3/10]

[solo_sword]

Jaina was completely normal today. She had figured out that something was up, though, because when she'd stopped in at JGOB this morning, one clerk had stayed normal and the other obviously had not. It'd been really entertaining.

So yeah, she was here just in case the blond vampiric giant wasn't himself. Shut up, it amused the hell out of her.

She started at the bar, though, where the bartender got a "...Wow." Because she had not seen that one coming.

Re: The Bar [3/10]

[halfman-lion.livejournal.com]

Oh, thank God, somebody who looked normal.

"So what's the deal?" Tito asked Jaina, leaning toward her. "Are we getting a script sometime, or did they go overboard on the improv thing?"

Re: The Bar [3/10]

[solo_sword]

Yeah, it had to be one of those weekends. She leaned towards him right back and said, "What improv thing?"

Re: The Bar [3/10]

[halfman-lion.livejournal.com]

Tito gestured helpfully around the bar and, more particularly, at Bo. "Whatever they're filming," he said. "My whole apartment was full of middle ages clothes. Has to be a gig. I don't dress that way unless I get paid. I just can't remember a few ... minor ... details."

Which was pretty embarrassing to admit, actually.

"You're with the production, right?"

Re: The Bar [3/10]

[nookiepowered]

Bo Peep didn't think there was anything remarkable about herself, so she had to think about what the girl on the other side of the bar might mean. "Oh, my new crook? Do you like it? It's much bigger than my old one. I told the man at the shop I wanted the longest one they had!"

Re: The Bar [3/10]

[solo_sword]

Thaaaaaaaaaaat's what she said.

"It definitely suits you," Jaina said diplomatically. "And who would you be?"

Re: The Bar [3/10]

[nookiepowered]

"I'm Little Bo Peep!"

One of those words was not terribly accurate.

"...I used to be littler."

Most people did, Bo Peep.

"Have you seen my sheep? I've lost them, and I don't know where to find them!"

Re: The Bar [3/10]

[shagthis.livejournal.com]

Jared didn't know what the hell was going on, but it was freaking him out.

So after spending the morning (and most of the afternoon) on an extended crying jag, he decided to attempt to overcome his agoraphobia and investigate.

"I'll, uh. Have a beer," Jared said as he sat down... and immediately started rearranging the coasters so that they were stacked neatly.

Re: The Bar [3/10]

[halfman-lion.livejournal.com]

Tito watched him for a moment before scooting down towards him. "Writer," he asked, a bit desperately. "Right?"

Please, let there be a writer on this clusterfuck.

Re: The Bar [3/10]

[shagthis.livejournal.com]

"Writer? No," Jared frowned. "Although I hold them in the highest of esteem, of course..." byproduct of being written by a self-involved hack. "I'm sorry," he said, reaching out to straighten Tito's collar. "Sorry," he offered again.

Re: The Bar [3/10]

[solo_sword]

It was someone who at least looked like Jake, so Jaina started with a "Hey." Nice and neutral, just in case.

Re: The Bar [3/10]

[shagthis.livejournal.com]

Although Jake didn't usually have the slightly red and puffy eyes of someone who'd recently been crying.

"Hello," Jared replied, mustering up a smile. "How's your evening going, miss...?"

Re: The Bar [3/10]

[nookiepowered]

"What's a beer?"

This is why shepherdesses should never moonlight.

Re: The Bar [3/10]

[shagthis.livejournal.com]

"What's a-" oh god, no. No. This was his worst nightmare. Jared felt the familiar sensation of tears welling up in his eyes as the true horror permeated his very soul.

There was no beer.

There was, however, a special detective making huge gulping sobs as he tried to cope with this horrifying news.

How could you do this to him, Bo? How could you?

The Dance Floor [3/10]

[nookiepowered]

If you could dance to a freckle-faced teenager singing every song about sheep that he knew at the top of his lungs (so pretty much Baa Baa Black Sheep, Mary Had A Little Lamb, about three lines of Someone To Watch Over Me and a brief, badly-judged foray into Hungry Like the Wolf that got him hit over the head with a crook), go right ahead.

As for the guy who was usually a different DJ, he figured the bruise and the eventual sore throat was totally worth it if he could just keep getting Bo Peep to demonstrate "wagging their tails behind them" after every song.

The VIP Area [3/10]

[nookiepowered]

There might be someone there. He might or might not have sharp teeth. He better not have eaten any sheep.

Re: The VIP Area [3/10]

[texted3times]

Meekus was quite confused.

This, it must be noted, was not a particularly novel feeling for Meekus, though the coffin he'd woken up next to had been a bit avante garde, even for a world-famous model like himself.

He'd wandered around town aimlessly, not recognizing anything (again, not unusual for Meekus), and finally discovered the coffee shop. Three orange mocha frappacinos later and he was prepared for a night on the town.

He arrived at the club, loitered in the doorway for a moment to see and be seen, and then did his best model strut to the VIP section.

He was Meekus. Exsqueeze me, but of course he was a VIP.

Re: The VIP Area [3/10]

[solo_sword]

Finally Jaina wandered over, because she had to. Had to.

"And who are we today?" she asked.

Re: The VIP Area [3/10]

[texted3times]

"We are Meekus," Meekus told her with a bright smile.

Sadly, the smile was the brightest part of Meekus.

"And you?"

OOC [3/10]

[nookiepowered]

Baaaaa-aaaaaaaaahh...