Three Knitted Giant Ties

[grimmdark]

Around Mayfield, daytime. Open to all.

[There is a giant Rose walking down the street. Streets, sometimes. She seems to be pretty calm considering she's suddenly bigger than she could ever be, but this is Rose we are talking about. At least her clothes grew with her. God bless long concealing 50's skirts and stupidly long dark socks too.

Perhaps you see her pass? Perhaps she stood on your car. Or maybe she's about to squish you to death? Either way you should let her know. Out of all the weirdness going on she doesn't really mind this bit that she has to live through. She's almost smiling without trying to hiding it, even, but that's mostly because only the rest of the giant population would be able to tell, and those are easy to spot.]

Comments

[nolongeralpha.livejournal.com]

You must be pretty fucking mentally agile to jump up on those dreams, you could pretty much win the mental Olympics with stats like that.

Unless they just find out I am lonely and misunderstood then maybe I will become their friend and we can fight weird space aliens or something I swear like half the Godzilla movies he's not even the bad guy.

[grimmdark]

Flattery will only get you swatted out of the sky.

You can only kill the over sized lizard abomination a number of times before it gets old, apparently. That's another set of movies I am thankful I haven't crossed paths with.

[nolongeralpha.livejournal.com]

Can't swat what you can't catc- okay wait seriously don't they took most of my roof ninja skills that don't even work when you're a bird.

Yeah, I guess beating up dumb reptiles would get boring; kicking the crocs' financial asses got boring after like the first day.

[grimmdark]

I doubt so, if they are the result of training and aren't of the supernatural sort you should retain whatever nimbleness you had before arrival. Not that it makes it any hard to strike an orange talking feathery mass when I am more than capable of kicking a house to the other side of the street.

Yet no less challenging, I assume. Killing new and more interesting things goes more into accordance with human behavior though.

[nolongeralpha.livejournal.com]

Well I also wasn't a bird upon arrival and how the fuck can you call anything about Bro natural or subnatural?

Sorting algorithm of evil and all that? So guess we should expect even worse things to follow.

[grimmdark]

You weren't? And what could you be after you ended up here stranded with us then? And Bro is a completely separated category on his own. I can't even fathom to pretend I understand his inner workings.

As usual, it can only go downhill from here. Down to the depths of Erebus, and unto the chill of the waters of Styx, which by now I would not be entirely dumbfounded to discover are comprised of daily milk.

[nolongeralpha.livejournal.com]

I mean, I wasn't a bird before arriving, so it's no stretch to think I might not keep my ninja reflexes.

What's everyone's deal with the milk here anyway?

[grimmdark]

Of course you weren't. For a moment I considered the idea you were Dave-shaped before being crow shaped, but that makes little to no sense. And that as well hasn't proven to be detrimental to the workings of Mayfield at large.

It kills people. With razors.

[nolongeralpha.livejournal.com]

Nah I pretty much woke up covered in feathers the moment I got here. Well, more feathers.

So when the milk goes bad here it means business, huh?

[grimmdark]

Maybe you will be able to regain your human-sprite-crow appearance further down the line. I think you would appreciate the use of opposable thumbs, if not of arms at all.

Only that the milk was never fresh to begin with.

[nolongeralpha.livejournal.com]

Yeah, though "completely human without a sword through my chest" could be cool too but also confusing as fuck.

Gross. I'd hate to see the cows that comes from.

[grimmdark]

Very perplexing, but you musn't stop wishing upon that if that is what you wish for.

I fathom it could very well come from bovines right out of the Outer Ring.

[nolongeralpha.livejournal.com]

Fine, Lalonde, I will keep on wishing upon a star even if I'm the one who's cricket-sized compared to you. I just want to be a real boy.

You said razors, not chanting tentacles.