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[goldenglasses]

[Vash had just finished raiding his fridge and made himself a ham sandwich. It was perfect. Cheese, mayo, lettuce, tomato, and plenty of ham! He set it on the table and with a smile on his face he was just about to sit down and enjoy this tasty meal when - Poof!

He found himself falling backwards into the nothingness where his chair should have been. What was worse? He found himself falling head over heels off of someone’s roof.] GAHHHHHHHH! [Luckily Vash’s coat snags on the gutter so instead of falling to the ground, he’s stuck hanging upside from the roof. Whose roof? Maybe your roof!]

What the hell was th-snore. [And Vash is out. Come find the sleeping gunman hanging somewhere? He’ll be teleporting more than this, so maybe you’ll find him sleeping in your bed, next to the fountain, in a tree, or maybe in your lap! Just tell me where you’d like to find him or I’ll make something up - just go for it and have fun!

Oh and Wolfwood? He‘s going to be very displeased if he finds you ate his sandwich when he finally comes home.]

(OOC: And if he shows up in your home (or on it) I'm cool with housemates or just anyone really threadjacking! The more the merrier right?)

Comments

[goldenglasses]

[Thunk! Snore. Yup, he's still having that little sleeping problem of his. Well, a sleeping problem and a bleeding head. Thanks buddy.]

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[notabluesbro]

[You're welcome.

Wolfwood itches his chin, thinking on what else he could possibly do. Shooting the branches would be pretty interesting, but aaaah, that might actually hurt the idiot even if he does always manage to be perfectly fine in stupid situations...]

[notabluesbro]

[Wait!

Okay, that might work...! No one in sight, either. Meryl's off and about... Perfect.]

[Deeeep breath, and—]

[notabluesbro]

LOOK OUT, VASH, IT'S MORO!!

[goldenglasses]

WHAT?! OH SHI-

NOT DONE!

[goldenglasses]

...why am I upside down!?

NOW DONE! HA!

[goldenglasses]

AND... and... and why is my head bleeding!?

[notabluesbro]

[...

Job's done. Wolfwood sits down with his journal and flips all relaxed-like through it.]

I don't know, you probably hit it being a moron. What did I tell you about climbing high crap when you're always falling asleep?

[goldenglasses]

I WASN'T CLIMBING THE TREE! [Reaches up to try to free his coat.] I was just making a sandwich!

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[notabluesbro]

...Making sandwiches in trees, huh?

You really expect me to think y—

[notabluesbro]

[And poof, he's gone. :(]

[goldenglasses]

No, I wasn't making it in the-

[goldenglasses]

...Wolfwood?

[goldenglasses]

[Okay! Calm down, don't panic! If you just teleported out of the kitchen then Yuber must be messing with you... so Wolfwood might have not gone home. Maybe Yuber is just messing with him because he was talking to you!]

[goldenglasses]

[...]

[goldenglasses]

[Okay. Panic.]

[goldenglasses]

[Gotta get out of this damn tree! Vash pull and tugs at his coat and tangled feet. Kicking wildly to get out of the tree and figure out what's going on when-]

[goldenglasses]

[Snore. Narcolepsy strikes again!]

[wanderer-jack.livejournal.com]

[With a loud clatter and crash, Jack steps out into the main room of the house from the bathroom, a small trail of toilet paper sticking to his sandalless foot. He is soot and dirt covered, hair undone and very mussed, eyes looking weary and almost crazed, missing one sandal, and now has one leg wet. He pauses, unsure of where he is.] Ummm, hello?

[goldenglasses]

[Hey! I know you! Guess who found himself in another tree?]

[wanderer-jack.livejournal.com]

[Jack looks around the room, finding the kitchen rather intriguing.] Is anyone home?
[He walks around the kitchen until he draws to a pause, a sandwich sitting upon the table.]

[goldenglasses]

[NOT MY SAMMICH!]

[wanderer-jack.livejournal.com]

[The samurai peered at the sandwich, lifting an edge of the bread to examine the contents. Still rather fresh. Whoever made it would not have wandered far...] HELLO?
[With it rather obvious no one was home, Jack moved to the window and opened the curtains. He might as well try to find out where he is if he was truly lost.]

[goldenglasses]

[Can he see the hungry sleeping man in the tree!? Or is the trunk blocking him?]

[wanderer-jack.livejournal.com]

[Jack's eyes grew wide in surprise, causing him to jump back. After a moment's thought, he paused and checked out the window again, his brows settling into a look of disbelief.] How...?

[Somehow, the red-coated, porcupine-haired man who was just one of many to assault the samurai's tent was dangling from yet ANOTHER tree.]