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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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[wanderer-jack.livejournal.com]

[Jack waved a dismissive hand.] No, it is every man's fate to face a demon of some form...it is simply my duty to slay one that is rather cowardly...and bothersome in his evil ways at times.
[What kind of demon turns into a small creature to run away?]

But, it seems we have yet to be introduced. [Jack bowed towards the spiked-haired man.] They call me Jack.

[goldenglasses]

You can call me Frank. [Not his name, but you can call him that!]

[wanderer-jack.livejournal.com]

Ahh, I bid you welcome, Frank. [A branch that had held on by a bare thread from the donut-eating man snapped above, crashing down upon the only just slightly standing tent with a resounding thud. Jack winced visibly, eyes clenched and shoulders tucked upward, but one for manners, he tried to maintain a welcoming air only to fall speechless.] ...

[goldenglasses]

[Vash winces, not even bothering to turn around and look at the damage.] Ahaha... maybe instead of helping you to fix it, I just need to get you a new one.

[wanderer-jack.livejournal.com]

[He gave a wane smile.] Thank you for your generous offer, but I am sure it is possible to salvage it. Replacing the poles would simply require finding the right length of wood and then mending the material of the tent.
[And removing the branch as well as moving the camp away from the rest of the trees.]

[goldenglasses]

Will it be hard to find the right length?

[wanderer-jack.livejournal.com]

If necessary, it would be simple to cut them down to a proper size. During my travels, I had to replace pieces in a similar fashion as this whenever rods broke or wore out.

[goldenglasses]

Anything I can do to help? I really do feel bad for breaking it.