What did you DO?

[xp_wildchild]

What in the heck did you guys DO? The floor in the ballroom is like all kinds of scratched up. It looks like you dragged around a bag of cats or something. Or those spiky bird things from Australia.

I blame Australia, because Marius I TOTALLY see you stacking powers and with wrecked clothes. What did YOU DO?

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[x-emplate.livejournal.com]

I am mildly offended by the implication that whenever I happen to stack powers my first act is to immediately set about damaging persons and property.

Mind you, in this case it happens to be true, but I still take offence.

I was instructing Yvette on the art of Dance. And, I must point out, you have only yourself to blame: the floor was waxed to the point where it was nigh impossible to do so without unintentionally recreating that scene from Risky Business. We required the traction.

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

So what, you guys were like just .. dancing? Okay, that almost totally doesn't explain the echidnas, I think. (man, my computer wants to correct that to Leonidas. WTAF?)

It's not my job to wax that. There's a service or something, the sealant stinks. But I can spot fix the scratches, I guess, looks like you guys just got that and not the marble itself. But hey, while you're stacking, mind coming down here and going at your echnida marks with steel wool while I drag the buffer all the way there?

[x-penance.livejournal.com]

Oh, I am sorry, Kyle! I did not think we made so much of a mess. We were having so much fun I did not notice.

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

It's fine, honest. I mean if you feel bad I'm not gonna say no to help with the steel wool part, but you've got nothing to apologize for.

[x-emplate.livejournal.com]

I believe the marks to which you refer are my fault. I attempted to sweep her through my legs, not recalling the issue of her hair. (On a positive note, it has given me an excuse to once and for all dispose of this particular pair of trousers. I have never been fond of them.)

Yes, I suppose I can do this thing for you. It's not as if the wool will scrape, after all, though I may require assistance should a claw snag. At the moment I am somewhat pointer than usual.

[x-penance.livejournal.com]

Of course! I will be right there.

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

Wait, so you guys were doing like, swing? Oh dude, there had better be VIDEO.

There's gloves. Mine snag all the time, I've got those gloves butchers use that are like made of metal stuff. Cause dude, can you even retract? I can but it is way not comfortable, so I just glove up.

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

I wonder if we could just like, wrap your hand in steel wool for the buffing.

[x-penance.livejournal.com]

Yes, that is one move I do not think we should try again. But some of the other things worked very well. Perhaps we could adapt them to a Danger Room scenario?

[x-penance.livejournal.com]

What do you think I use as a loofah? ;)

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

If you guys dance in the Danger Room you better record it.

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

what seriously?

[x-penance.livejournal.com]

Yes, seriously. Nothing else is strong enough for scrubbing my skin.

[x-emplate.livejournal.com]

For shame, Kyle. I do not make a habit of filming myself whilst in the company of respectable ladies. You shall have to turn to security footage for that. Assuming someone saw fit to wire the ballroom, that is . . .

Let me see . . . no, at present I cannot retract. In this instance in this matter there appears to be a slight conflict between your powers and Yvette's, possibly because hers is the more recent.

Although come to that, perhaps I can ridge my skin to the consistancy of steel wool. If I could smooth it, it stands to reason I could coarsen as well. This may beg experimentation.

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

What in the heck do you use to brush your hair?!?

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

Dude, unfair. If I have to buff the floor I want video of you guys cutting a rug. Wow, you two literally could mean that when you say it too.

[x-penance.livejournal.com]

Silly Kyle - I do not need to brush my hair. It cannot get knotty!

[x-emplate.livejournal.com]

Indeed, I suspect there are many moves which could be adapted for combat. The barrel roll comes to mind as potentially useful for clearing space in close quarters.

[x-emplate.livejournal.com]

Yes, well. I destroyed a floor, you had a piece of cake. Perhaps we shall call it even.

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

Meh.

[x-cypher.livejournal.com]

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

wtf

[x-cypher.livejournal.com]

It's a screenshot from Portal. Source of the "the cake is a lie" line.

Also I was replaying Portal today. And I really kinda want some cake now.

[x-m.livejournal.com]

And I hate you just a little bit for that.

[x-emplate.livejournal.com]

I do not believe the sort of cake you are thinking of is the sort of cake I am thinking of.

[x-cypher.livejournal.com]

Yes, Kyle was good enough to fill me in.

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

Your hair is invulnerable, it practically IS steel wool. I could just flipped you over my shoulder and used your head to buff the scratches.

... actually, that's really creepy so no.