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maskormenacelogs2016-04-28 09:35 pm
oldstandard) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-04-28 09:35 pm
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WHO: Stan and Ford Pines, anyone from Heropa 18 who wants to tag in.
WHERE: Heropa 18
WHEN: A few days after the end of the pull point plot
WHAT: Stan and Ford are trying to figure out what they did while tiny, and why hiding all the things they need as adults needed to happen.
WARNINGS: None!
[For those who want the short version, Heropa 18 looks even more of a disaster than normal, as that tends to happen anywhere that Hurricane Young Stan and Ford passes through. Throughout the house, Stan and Ford, now back to their normal ages, are tearing the place apart, opening every drawer and cabinet, checking around and under everything intently. Intently and confusedly.]
Alright. So far I've found your fire razor on a ceiling fan, my brass knuckles in the toaster, and a jar of some kind of... science paste under the couch. So that's three out of the absurd number of things that went missing last week.
Any news on my girdle? Because that's priority one right now.
[Before Ford can answer, Stan's going to duck into the next room and open up a box on a table.]
Also the dog has bones with decorations glued to them for some reason! Or it might not be the dog's. Who knows, not me!
WHERE: Heropa 18
WHEN: A few days after the end of the pull point plot
WHAT: Stan and Ford are trying to figure out what they did while tiny, and why hiding all the things they need as adults needed to happen.
WARNINGS: None!
[For those who want the short version, Heropa 18 looks even more of a disaster than normal, as that tends to happen anywhere that Hurricane Young Stan and Ford passes through. Throughout the house, Stan and Ford, now back to their normal ages, are tearing the place apart, opening every drawer and cabinet, checking around and under everything intently. Intently and confusedly.]
Alright. So far I've found your fire razor on a ceiling fan, my brass knuckles in the toaster, and a jar of some kind of... science paste under the couch. So that's three out of the absurd number of things that went missing last week.
Any news on my girdle? Because that's priority one right now.
[Before Ford can answer, Stan's going to duck into the next room and open up a box on a table.]
Also the dog has bones with decorations glued to them for some reason! Or it might not be the dog's. Who knows, not me!