You'd never make it. I'd rip your spine out before you got half a step. Those little legs wouldn't be much good without one of those.

Glory ,'The Killer In Me'


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.


DXMachina - Mar 04, 2003 1:46:27 pm PST #616 of 1100
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.

"Ooh, chicken. Thanks you so much, Susan," I say as I accept the offered chicken breast. Cold chicken and beer really hit the spot. Of course, beer is always good. Well, except for that yogi beer the orcs like, because it's tarter than the average beer.

Someone has their boombox going.

What's so funny 'bout peace, love, and understanding...


Susan W. - Mar 04, 2003 2:08:44 pm PST #617 of 1100
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights

"Got any peace, love and harmony in there?"

"I've got some peace sign buttons," I reply. "And I was reading about a mellowing spell, but I'm not sure it's magical magic, you know? Something about lying flat on one's back, watching the clouds go by and slowly chanting 'I must chill'."

I eye the beer caddy. "Don't suppose you have anything in the way of hard cider in there?"


Knut the Do-Gooder - Mar 04, 2003 2:12:31 pm PST #618 of 1100
Nobody

I hand Susan a bottle of Woodchuck Cider and lay down among the dandelions.

Someone's playing Elvis Costello nearby. I can feel my blood pressure dropping already.


Penny B. - Mar 04, 2003 3:37:33 pm PST #619 of 1100
Nobody

I don't think I drank all that much, really. Maybe I have a cold coming on. Maybe a storm is coming. That can cause a headache, can't it?

My house is a shambles. One I leave to the Instagolem. I can't seem to deal with compound sentences. Or is it complex? I don't care.

I wander outside until I hit a park. Dandelions? In March? Whatever. I flop on the grass.


DavidS - Mar 04, 2003 10:30:46 pm PST #620 of 1100
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

I stumble into the dandelion patch, belated but elated to find my kindred.

I flop down next to Penny and start rubbing her feet and ankles. "Good party," I murmur.

DXM hands me a beer. Knuts hands me a plate of potato salad. I nod at Susan. Beer good. Brain hurt.


Am-Chau Yarkona - Mar 05, 2003 8:34:04 am PST #621 of 1100
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty

Dandelions. It would be dandier if I could find Edward. I don't know what I drank last night-- or even if it was something one doesn't drink, as such-- but I seem to have lost Edward. And Jilli. And Clovis. And I've no idea where Dagfari is, either.

I flop down on the grass at the edge of the group, and start digging in pockets for painkillers.

Witches' hat... napkin... fangs... stake... paper aeroplane... red nose... chocolate. That'll do.

"Anyone else for a chunk of Fagin's Extra Dark?"


Penny B. - Mar 05, 2003 12:24:28 pm PST #622 of 1100
Nobody

David's masterful foot rub has put me into a state of near coma. I may have an out-of-body experience any moment. Above my head, I'm vaguely aware of people passing bottles and other items to each other. There's a gentle breeze, the sound of distant water. I feel myself letting go.


Penny B. - Mar 17, 2003 9:41:52 pm PST #623 of 1100
Nobody

I'm not sure if hours, days or weeks have passed before I shake myself aware and begin heading home. Unfortunately, before I get there I overhear the latest news on the radio.

I feel as if a weight is pressing on my back. My steps slow as I reach my street. My front yard is covered with dandelions. Good.


Susan W. - Mar 17, 2003 9:44:20 pm PST #624 of 1100
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights

It's Saint Patrick's Day, so the music and beer are flowing freely at The Client & Server. The crowd seems on edge tonight, so I murmur to the husband to pour up a round of Guinness on the house, and suggest that the musicians pick up the tempo a little.

Dancing will make it all better.


erikaj - Mar 18, 2003 11:46:44 am PST #625 of 1100
I'm a fucking amazing catch!--Fiona Gallagher, Shameless(US)

It's hard to find a good place to stay when you are a troll. People think you have designs on their babies and it just gets ugly. But on St. Pat's being green is an advantage.