[Semi Closed] And your Bingo card

[mincingminuet]

WHO: Penelope and Various
WHERE: Throughout the city
WHEN: Throughout July
WHAT: Bingo Card Threads!
WARNINGS: Maybe language or violence, tomato monsters? Nothing serious



This is a catch all for Pen's Bingo Card. Her card is here. Any unmarked square is open to be grabbed by somebody, and if you want to do a thread all you've gotta do is ask. Feel free to PM me on DW or at intercession.

Comments

[notyourutopian]

[Eleanor does not know what to make of the flowers. At all. She just stares at them for probably a good twenty seconds, and only really looks perturbed by the comment about turtles.]

Turtles are cool.

[She pointed out, entirely unnecessarily, and then turned to read the card. Hmm...]

Janet
Oh Janet
With hair so soft
I think you are so sweet.
I dream of you in the summer heat.
You must be the fairest
I fear you are the best
Janet
Oh Janet
You are truly a marvel
Even when you warrgarbl!

[...]

[mincingminuet]

[Penelope breaks into a peal of laughter, listening to how...dry...Eleanor sounded when she read the card.]

Yep. That's perfect! Exactly what I was hoping it'd sound like.

[Utterly ridiculous, but nice.]

You're lame and that was lame and you should feel bad!

...Okay, see why I wanted to get rid of them?

[notyourutopian]

Well I certainly wasn't going to put any feeling into it.

[Not once she'd realized what it was anyway. She then turned to consider the insulting flowers.]

You look like how sadness feels!

[Well then. Her gaze slowly turned back to Penelope.]

They're not monkey paw flowers or something, right? I don't have to inflict them on someone else to be rid of them?

[mincingminuet]

Wow.

[Okay. The flowers are really fucking rude. But it's fine. This is fine.]

Feel free to share them if you want. I certainly don't think you have to keep them.

You are the reason God created the middle finger.

[notyourutopian]

Hm.

[Jeez flowers. Way to be nasty.]

I am thinking disposing of them in some awful way, really.

[And then, said to the flowers.]

You hear that, flowers? There's a fireplace in your future.

[mincingminuet]

You smell of week old toe-cheese!

Please. Burn them.

[She won't stop you, kiddo.]

[notyourutopian]

So...what exactly did your bingo square say, anyway?

[What could possibly prompt this? This was worse than a rock-roll. Eleanor opened her purse and stuffed the flowers in face-down.]

[mincingminuet]

Give someone a bouquet of echo flowers that only speaks in insults.

Hey! Fuck Y-

[And closed.]

Rude things. But you rickrolled me.

[notyourutopian]

I'm not really sure one is quite equal to the other. [Eleanor laughed.] But no worries. I'm sure I can get rid of them easily enough.

Thanks for letting me finish, by the way.