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[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?)

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[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.]

[He's a special snowflake like that.]

[Jack smacked a hand against his own face, running it slowly down in disbelief, leaving a trail of dirt and mud to the point he almost looked tribal in nature. He could not leave him up there...but he was out of reach. Peering at the sandwich, Jack sighed and bundled it in a small kitchen towel. He stepped outside and looked at the tree, his face falling even more lined in utter amazement at this man's aptitude in getting caught in trees.]

Excuse me, sir? I have this sandwich here...it would be a shame if its maker could not eat it...

[Jack held up the sandwich in its safe bundle, dangling it back and forth slightly.]

[But let's not forget to add to that - ASLEEP in trees. Snore.]

[He sighed and peered around. What was it that he and the cross-carrying man had said earlier at his ruined tent? He calls out loudly in a rather staged voice:] Ahem--oh, no, an evil demon is about to eat this helpless...[Jack uncovers the sandwich.]...delicious sandwich!

[Vash grumbles, starting to very slowly come around. He would have come even faster if it had been a donut. But... sandwich... he's working on it.]

[A smug look appeared on Jack's face, similar to when the Scotsman lost his bagpipe. Jack spoke loudly to no one in particular:] Oh, hello, priest, that cross you are carrying seems very heavy. Perhaps a sandwich would help refresh you? I found it in your kitchen...

WOLFWOOD DON'T YOU DARE EAT MY-

Oh! ...hello again.

[Sometimes, people are simple to wake up.] Hello. You appear to be upside down...in a tree...again.

So I am...

...you haven't seen an annoying preacher man with a giant cross running around have you?

Yes, I have. He and his cross landed atop my tent after you proceeded to leave. Would you like the sandwich while I examine the tree?
[Though Jack could not grab the porcupine-headed odd man from the tree from where he stood, he at least could hand off the sandwich.]

[Sighs] So he's alright, that's good. He was helping me out when he suddenly vanished.

Uh... sorry about your tent... again, but you know there's an empty apartment in this building if you need a place to stay.

Could you! I'm starving! [Sammich! Reunited at last!]

Edited 2010-09-25 01:01 (UTC)

[Jack carefully stretches one arm up, the sandwich secure in his grasp. Wobbling on his single sandal, he all but stumbles forward, the sandwich ending up perfectly between the red-wearing man's teeth while Jack hobbles back and forth trying to regain balance.]

[Takes a bite and chews.] Mmmhmmm! Danke! Danke! This is great!

[Once he returns to balanced, Jack discards his sandal and begins to scrutinize the tree, trying to figure out the best method to free the man without dropping him on his head.] I might very well take up that offer if my encampment continues with such poor luck.

Yeah. Or at least until the rain of people ends. [Well, his coat seems to be snagged on a few branches in several different places. Maybe if you free him from a couple he can flip back over. Or just cut the branch and have him fall on his head. Revenge for your tent!]

[Jack hops onto the tree, scrambling onto a lower branch before hopping to the next one.] It is not...hmph...the rain of people I worry of...[He finally found himself above the sandwich-devouring man.]...the regular rain.

[Carefully, he gripped his legs around the branch, free the first caught bits of red coat.]

Oh? It wasn't a very good tent then?

[Hazzah! Partly free! But better hurry, now that the weight isn't nicely distributed there's a ripping sound slowly picking up speed.]

No, the tent was of fine condition...[Jack quickly hops down to a lower branch, undoing the remnants of the coat and breaking off the more stubborn of the twigs, freeing the tent-crusher.]...it is simply that the weather of this land was not a problem in the world I was brought from.

[And Vash, having hit his head one too many times today, shall nimbly land on the ground. Feet first. Although he still has some dried blood on his face. At least he doesn't drop the sandwich!] Oh, are you from a desert?

No, it was merely that...[Jack ran across the branch and leaped fluidly onto the ground nearby.]...there were not storms and rains of such strength in the future ruled by Aku. It was often very desolate and barren, but no, not quite a desert.

...sound rough. I'm sorry to hear that.

[Jack picks up his one sandal and dusts it off.] It is not without hope. I seek to return to my proper time and defeat Aku before his evil has chance to spread across the land. My time here in Luceti has merely taught me that perhaps a true domicile would not be a burden upon me.

Then I wish you luck in defeating him. You know, if you ever need a hand getting around town or settling in, you just have to ask. I do kinda owe you for for destroying your tent.

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Vat's dat sandvich? Kill zem all? Good idea!

Sammich? ;_; Not you too sammich! Think love and peace! LOVE! AND! PEACE!

You may have won the sammich, but you lost the olive!

NOT THE OLIVE! *wibble* So mean

You could say that it has...*put on shades* a pit of evil

Pffffffffft.... *can't even respond to that*

YEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!

*Faliure*

A desert of...GREAT FLAMING CACTI!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! SCARY!

AND THERE ARE NO DONUTS IN THE FUTURE!!

No.... you lie! YOU LIE! D<

NOT THE OLIVE! wibble So mean

You could say that it has...put on shades a pit of evil

Pffffffffft.... can't even respond to that

Faliure