6th Partridge [Action][Let's Be Human]
Mar. 27th, 2011 05:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[Waking up to be a normal person is Ian's dream, at this point. So when he wakes up and finds himself... normal? And shivering him cold, in the forest? He has a moment where he thinks it's a dream—and then he remembers, oh. This is Luceti.
... FUCK YES. THANK YOU!! THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU.
First thing's first. He is going to the restaurant and eating everything he can.
And then he will proceed to stumble around toward, looking miserable from eating too much. If you find someone laid out on a bench moaning in discomfort, that's him. Just, uh, poke him with a stick or something. He'll be fine after a few hours or so. In fact, he'll even be prancing through town holding a bag of sweets and an cookie in one hand and man he's about to drop stuff.]
COOKIES ARE DELICIOUS!!
[YOU CANNOT RUIN HIS DAY, PEOPLE. It's impossible. But when that is all finished with, he's gonna make his way over to that fuckin' bar. >:^|]
I'm gonna need 10 rounds at least, Bartender!
[1 hour later, drunk as all hell, he's going to stumble merrily around the bar laughing and frolicking and being oh-so-content with his day (even with the over-eating, of course). Raising his mug to the air, he hollers:]

THREE CHEERS FOR... hic...!
BELLY BUTTONS!!
I'm soooo happyyyy~~~
... FUCK YES. THANK YOU!! THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU.
First thing's first. He is going to the restaurant and eating everything he can.
And then he will proceed to stumble around toward, looking miserable from eating too much. If you find someone laid out on a bench moaning in discomfort, that's him. Just, uh, poke him with a stick or something. He'll be fine after a few hours or so. In fact, he'll even be prancing through town holding a bag of sweets and an cookie in one hand and man he's about to drop stuff.]
COOKIES ARE DELICIOUS!!
[YOU CANNOT RUIN HIS DAY, PEOPLE. It's impossible. But when that is all finished with, he's gonna make his way over to that fuckin' bar. >:^|]
I'm gonna need 10 rounds at least, Bartender!
[1 hour later, drunk as all hell, he's going to stumble merrily around the bar laughing and frolicking and being oh-so-content with his day (even with the over-eating, of course). Raising his mug to the air, he hollers:]

THREE CHEERS FOR... hic...!
BELLY BUTTONS!!
I'm soooo happyyyy~~~