I think I'll stay here, thanks... (Open Thread)

[skintoskin]

[Neil is... perched. On a stool. Because. It might be safer there than being anywhere else, considering the chaos with the two factions in the square.

Trouble is, he's perched somewhere IN the square, trying to avoid getting hit by someone or something or being arrested for just being in the wrong place at the wrong time. He looks tense, but tries to sound calm about it all. Mostly.]

This is what I get for going out for milk...

[Ducks as someone leaps to attack another party, complete with battle cry.]

Um...





help...?

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[candothat]

This is a bad place to sit.

[Says the kid who's also running around the City during a violent rebellion. At least he has a gun-shaped weapon in hand and the look of someone who intends to do something.]

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[skintoskin]

Checkov! Hey, don't I know it, but it was this or get trampled...

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[candothat]

Being trampled would be worse, yes. I would offer to help you, but you would need to be very fast.

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[skintoskin]

I can be very fast. How do I get off this stool without getting skewered?

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[candothat]

You run when I distract them. Can you do that?

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[skintoskin]

Wait, wait, wait. You distract them? What, I run while they kick your ass? Are you fuckin' nuts?

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[candothat]

No, no, no, that would be stupid and a terrible plan. I will run, too, and no one will have his ass kicked.

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[skintoskin]

Then what's so distracting about you? Why wouldn't they come after me?

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[candothat]

If you are so convinced that my idea is this terrible, you aren't obligated to let me help you.

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[skintoskin]

No, no! Your plan is great, it's fuckin' fantastic. Uh... What direction are we running in?

[Can Chekov even hear him, even though he's shouting?]