How's it sit? Pretty cunning, don'tchya think?

Jayne ,'The Message'


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.


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.


Connie Neil - Mar 18, 2003 12:09:49 pm PST #626 of 1100
brillig

I have never seen Bob the Vampire so close to losing his cool in public. "What's wrong?"

"If I hear one more rendition of 'It's Not Easy Being Green', I swear I'm going to find out what frog blood tastes like. I hate this holiday."

"Bob, you're Irish. It's supposed to be your national holiday."

"A, I wasn't Catholic. B, the Irish in Ireland wouldn't be caught dead drinking green beer or wearing pins that say 'Kiss Me I'm Irish' or plastic green bowler hats." He glances down at the hand I'm trying to hide behind my back. "Don't even think it."

Sighing, I put the headband with the sparkly green shamrocks on springs back on the merchant's table. "But you'd be cute wearing that."

Whatever he's muttering, it's a good thing I don't speak Gaelic. I think it was something about me getting tickled and not enjoying it.


Phred - Mar 18, 2003 12:25:45 pm PST #627 of 1100
It\'s not easy being green...

erika, when my relatives have come to visit, I've had very good luck with both the Trolliday Inn Old Quarter and Kat Perez's hotel in Bresilico. Both have very high ceilings, large beds, and generally cater to, er..., larger beings. You know, trolls, giants, defensive linemen...


erikaj - Mar 18, 2003 1:08:11 pm PST #628 of 1100
I'm a fucking amazing catch!--Fiona Gallagher, Shameless(US)

Thanks for the tip. I do need a place with headroom.I'll stop someplace and have a green beer first.


Edward - Mar 19, 2003 9:59:20 am PST #629 of 1100
Clovis, where are you? I wanna sack Rome!

Deep breaths, Edward my girl. Take stock of the situation. You're lying in a gutter-- body following the mind, clearly-- your dress is ripped, your head aches (was ginger the only thing in the biscuit you accepted from a stranger? Unlikely), and you've no idea where you are. Well, Sang Sacre, but beyond that? No idea.

Perhaps a local citizen would be so kind as to inform me of my whereabouts? Or, here's a better plan, there's what looks like a police station over there. I'll just see if I can cross the street...


kat perez - Mar 19, 2003 3:23:27 pm PST #630 of 1100
"We have trust issues." Mylar

"I'm not going to wear that."

"Awww, Querida. It's so cute. Just try it on." Raul is giving me the fish eye, but I will prevail. I hold out the hat to him again. It's one of those tall, pointy sorcerer's caps, purple with white stars and swirls. Just like Mickey's in Fantasia. On the front is written in black script, "Ask me about demons stay free!"

"NO. Por nigun motivo. Ya te dije."

"But, guagua, this is our biggest promotion to date." I point to the sign near the door. "Demons under 100 years old accompanied by an elder demon stay free!" There's even a picture of Quetzalcoatl and a tiny serpent demon. "No es adorable?"

"The poster can stay, but there's no way I'm wearing the hat. You wear it."

"I can't wear it. I'm wearing the pin. Just put it on. Just for today." He's smiling, so I know I've broken him. "Good. Now I gotta find the cats."

I walk away swinging my tiny bow ties in my left hand. This is bound to drum up some new guests.


Am-Chau Yarkona - Mar 25, 2003 5:42:10 am PST #631 of 1100
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty

Home at last. "Ah, Dagfari! It’s good to see you again."

//And you, lady. There’s a parcel in the hall.//

I shut the front door behind me (no bang, just a slight squelch, but I don’t think I’ll investigate), and examine the large cardboard box. It is marked with sundry and various signs, the most notable of which include the Scared Chao, a small drawing of a safety pin, and the legend "A Trust from the Minister."

Suspicious, I pull my trusty number 23 throwing knife from its sheath in my petticoats, and slide the point into the cello tape in such a manner that it is cut. Well, that was the plan; as soon as the stainless silver (the elves call it mithriI, pretentious buggers) touches the cardboard, the flaps on top of the box fly open and a small dragon appears.

It’s a fairly average looking beast, for a dragon, except that it has long ears in the style favoured by lop-eared rabbits (all the way down to its wings—it’s a wonder the poor thing can move), and each scale has a tuff of grey fur protruding from it. It can’t be much over a year old—the teeth still have verdigris on them.

"Got a carrot, mister?" it squeaks, a rasping sound akin to that produced by taking a file down a metal coat hanger, and shifts its grip on the side of the box.

I kneel in front of it (noticing, with a quick grimace, that it’s last meal was probably pickled onions). "Look here, dragon…"

"Not a dragon. I’m a mutant plot enemy bunny."

"I thought it had been quiet around here for a while. Anyway, I don’t know why you’re here or what you’re doing, but a) I’m not a mister, I’m a miss, and b) I haven’t got any carrots."

"Alright, miss. Chocolate cookies?"

"That I can see about. What’s your name?"

"Jossica."

"What?!?"

"Jossica. My father was an evil overlordling, and my mother wanted to embrace the metaness of it."

"I see. Mine’s Am-Chau."

"Niece of the moon?" It giggles, another terrible, high-pitched noise with that coat hanger tone.

"I was about to get to the ‘so I shouldn’t laugh’ part, but I think I won’t bother now. Come on, the breakfast room’s this way. I don’t think I can handle asking why you’re here without something to sustain me."


Am-Chau Yarkona - May 08, 2003 5:12:22 am PDT #632 of 1100
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty

I seem to have killed Sang Sacre.

Maybe I should just give in and start learning the Evil Overlord List by heart already.


DXMachina - May 08, 2003 5:53:05 am PDT #633 of 1100
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.

Not to worry, Am. We get these stretches once in a while where nothing much happens in town. Peace and quiet. It's sort of like summer hiatus on Buffy.


Am-Chau Yarkona - May 08, 2003 6:41:12 am PDT #634 of 1100
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty

Yeah.

t /worrying

As if I could ever really close that tag.