Angel: Eve. So, I guess we should, I don't know, talk? Eve: About what? Angel: About what happened back there with us. Eve: Angel, it's not like this is the first time I've had sex under a mystical influence. I went to U.C. Santa Cruz.

'Life of the Party'


Sang Sacré

The fictional Buffista City. With a variety of neighborhoods, climates, and an Evil Genius or two, Sang Sacre is where we'd all live if it were real. Jump in -- find a neighborhood, start a parade, become a superhero. It's what you make it.

History. Map.


Am-Chau Yarkona - Feb 05, 2003 2:19:06 am PST #526 of 1100
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty

The press are already gathered. Mayor-to-be-Aeshma is coming later, and the journalists are swarming. Literally, in the case of one fellow (or possibly woman) who looks like a giant bee.

I push my way to the front, using my pencil as a weapon, and settle in to wait for the candidate.

//Dagfari? Get the cell ready. I'm going to need to teleport back in a hurry.//

//Yes, Miss. And try and catch that bear, will you?//


Penny B. - Feb 05, 2003 8:05:06 am PST #527 of 1100
Nobody

"Vo.. volunteer??"

"Your heart quails?"

"No. No. It's just. . . I've done this before." I shudder at the memory of bad coffee , frayed nerves and pomposity.

Knut pats my back, sending me several feet off the sidewalk. "Fear not. The campaign will be sore trial, but we shall prevail for our cause is just and our tactics spring from the brain of Hecubus. Besides, we can bring our own food, and we'll really be getting on Aeshma's nerves."

"Okay. I'm up for it. Also, campaign flyers."

"Hmmmm. How about 'Aeshma: Willing to Pay Top Dollar for Your Vote'?"

"Knut, that's brilliant! Every lowlife in the city will be banging down Aeshma's door. Ooh! We could also advertise free foood at all Aeshma events."

"And order dozens of pizzas for his campaign headquarters!"

"I'm sold. Let's go sign up for polling duty - they always need people. We might try to infiltrate Aeshma's HQ while we're at it."


Penny B. - Feb 10, 2003 1:08:08 pm PST #528 of 1100
Nobody

I killed the thread.

shaking fist at self

You bastard!


DXMachina - Feb 10, 2003 1:50:38 pm PST #529 of 1100
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.

It's just resting.

Beautiful plumage, isn't it, guvnor?


David J. Schwartz - Feb 10, 2003 1:52:58 pm PST #530 of 1100
New, fully poseable Author!Knut.

FWIW, I'm kind of at a loss. Someone must know what happens next!


DXMachina - Feb 10, 2003 1:54:36 pm PST #531 of 1100
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.

Well, it's an election, right? There needs to be a debate.

Also, maybe a quick recap is in order, but then there's that whole "I'm really lazy," thing.


Aims - Feb 10, 2003 1:58:12 pm PST #532 of 1100
Shit's all sorts of different now.

t A crowd chanting.

"Re-Count! Re-Count! Re-Count!"

t Booming voice from above.

"I said re-*CAP*, you imbeciles!"


David J. Schwartz - Feb 10, 2003 1:58:25 pm PST #533 of 1100
New, fully poseable Author!Knut.

I was thinking debate, and then I was thinking POV, and then I was thinking I would need to create another avatar, and then I whimpered and curled up in the corner.

Dude, this whole conversation is so meta.


DXMachina - Feb 10, 2003 2:02:45 pm PST #534 of 1100
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.

I was thinking debate, and then I was thinking POV, and then I was thinking I would need to create another avatar, and then I whimpered and curled up in the corner.

Yeah, I was thinking off screen, with the characters watching it on TV. I mean only one of the characters who'd be involved actually talks.

Dude, this whole conversation is so meta.

How scary is it that we're about this close to starting a Sang Sacre Bureaucracy thread.

Just back away slowly, folks.


Connie Neil - Feb 10, 2003 2:11:43 pm PST #535 of 1100
brillig

"Don't even think it," I say quietly to Bob the Vampire. "Put the remote down and back away."

"But--it's on every channel!"

"Yeah, so?"

"I hate politics! It was tiresome back when you had fun guys like Jefferson and Adams around, it's tiresome now."

"You don't have to watch it. Besides, they're just advertising the debate, it's not even completely scheduled yet. Just be patient--" I give him a suspicious look "--unless this is your way of trying to destract me from the fact that you're watching Charmed repeats again."

"Not! Wouldn't! Maybe."

"Look, we managed to snag that advance copy of the Two Towers extended DVD, let's just watch that."

"Hoo yeah! Eowyn kicking ass."

"You're so predictable." We settle onto the sofa, both with our own bowls of popcorn, as Bob tends to bogart it all if I let him. "Achmed, it's starting!"

"Be right there, sitt! I'm finishing the falafel!"

I look up at Bob. "You do know I'll be watching the debate, right?"

"You don't love me anymore."

"We'll discuss that later. Hush, it's the pretty mountains shot."