OOC/MuseVerse: Inkwell Party!

[clockwork_doc]

When he's not roleplaying in the Rift or the Nexus, the Doc Brown known as "Clockwork" lives in the Inkwell Bar and Grill, the local restaurant and hangout for his mun Victoria's muses. Clockwork also happens to own the place, so it's very easy for him to conscript it for his birthday. Anyone entering today will find that the bar has a wide selection of various cakes on it for people to sample, along with freezers full of ice cream. Clockwork himself is seated at the bar with a slice of chocolate cake, smiling at anyone who comes in.

Anybody's welcome to drop by, either just to say "hi" or to grab some cake. (One warning -- you might want to avoid the cake on the far left of the bar. Mrs. Plum made that one, and being a dead cook from "Corpse Bride" prone to putting body parts in her meals. . . .)

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[exiledqueen.livejournal.com]

Mab looks disappointed. "I came to give you that," she says, pointing at the box. "And now I see I'm being kicked out. How kind of you."

She snatches another piece of cake and disappears in a shower of sparkles. Lots and lots of sparkles. The various Docs will be vacuuming glitter out of the carpet for ages.

[clockwork-doc.livejournal.com]

"Enjoy the cake," he snaps sarcastically after her.

TeenDoc looks at the glitter. "I think I'm gonna work on a new vacuum cleaner design after this."

Vic looks at Clockwork, grimacing. "I'm sorry, I really had no idea she'd show up--"

"I know, I know," Clockwork cuts her off. His hand hovers over his PINpoint for a moment -- it's tempting to just teleport out to some private part of either Chicago or the Nexus and cause a small thunderstorm to relieve his feelings. But something stops him. Something still huddled under the piano. He goes over, crouches down, and checks on Victor. "Hey, kid, you okay?"

[docsgirl.livejournal.com]

Victor looks up at Clockwork. He's (somehow) paler than usual, and looking rather frightened. Then, suddenly, he scrambles out from under the piano and gives Clockwork a hug.

Clockwork's startled, but returns it, feeling awful. Yeah, that door's getting warded with iron first chance he gets. "I'm sorry, Victor. I never meant--"

"It's not your fault," Victor interrupts. "I just -- have that effect on -- I'm sorry you had to deal with that for twenty-odd years!" He looks over at Victoria, frowning. "I'm never complaining about anything you put me through again!"

". . .Good," Victoria says weakly. "Here, look, let me get you some more cake and hopefully some new guests will arrive and -- you know, I gotta call someone who will make this all better (http://museicalmarty.livejournal.com)." She dashes out.

"In the meantime, let's get some fresh cake out here," HatterDoc says, eying the poked pieces disdainfully.

"Let's," Clockwork nods, releasing Victor and heading for the bar. He's fully ready to put this incident behind him.