poly_chromatic | [Video/Fourth Wall]

[Mike is looking as cunning as he ever gets, which is not a lot, but. Take what you can get from a Johnson.]

Wow, it's really busy today, isn't it? Huge amount of people, coming in. I'm sure there are businesses around here that could use some extra staff, or, you know, maybe somebody full time. Because just incidentally, my brother is looking for a job. His name is Axl Johnson, and he has a lot of free time on his hands. Here's his number. [He posts his number to the bottom of the entry. He doesn't even bloody care if his brother gets a few weird phonecalls in the pursuit of getting him into the Real World.]

He's tall as, and he can take instruction [reasonably well, sometimes]. The best reference I can give being as we've been abducted into an alternate universe or something is myself. He's done building work with me before for his college apprenticeship, so he has experience in a working atmosphere, and he knows how to [sit on his arse and eat sandwiches] contribute. He'll be available starting today.

[Just. The smile in his icon, and then he shuts off the video.]

[ooc: Anyone allowed here for Fourth Wall, especially other gods.]

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If we were putting things up on the scoreboard, it would shake down like this - your brother marries my daughter, score one for the Johnsons; your brother marries my daughter taking her off my hands, score one for Colin. Naught there. I give you a bar, score one for Colin, you don't sniff out the strings attached, score one more for Colin, I get prime late night naughties for my self-pleasure needs from you and Michelle - who by the way, thank you for taking her off my hands - score two more for Colin. Score there? Colin four, Johnsons naught.

Your bitch mother kills my daughter and your iceberg brother covers it up? Two more for Colin. He confesses, one for the Johnsons. Odin spares her? One for the Johnsons.

There's a freak forest fire? One for nature, my boy. So far we have Colin six, Johnsons two.

Must I go on? Because no matter how you score it, even the god of games can't win this one.

[Mike is so furious he's gone all the way around the circle of fury and landed back at briefly, tensely, calm.] You're right. You're winning right now. Clearly I'd better even the score.

I shall worry when you summon up enough communal Johnson intelligence to even learn the rules of the game you think you're playing.

If you're still here after today, I will ruin you.

I would love to see you try.

You didn't see me lose my wealth when Axl was ill, did you?

Oh wait, that wasn't just your wealth you lost, and again I say, well done you Johnsons.