Axl Johnson | Odin, All Father (
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poly_chromatic2012-11-23 11:34 am
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[accidental video/action]
[Axl has learned early on upon arriving in the City that leaving ones device outside of the bedroom is a good safe bet. Which is why when the feed cracks to life it is to a view of Axl's bedroom door. It doesn't stay so uninteresting for long, as suddenly a very loud and very female voice comes from behind the locked door.
The door bangs open, and a very tall blonde woman in boxer briefs and a baggy t-shirt emerges, looking none to pleased.]
Zeb! It happened again!
[The new figures slumps against the wall dejectedly, until noticing the blinking light on the device and dives at it.]
Shit!
[A moment of scrambling, and the feed ends.]
[ooc: Axl is going to be stuck in his girl body for a bit, because I am cruel to him and it's something which canonically happens to him now and again. Any and all comments about how Axl is much hotter as a woman are actively encouraged.]
The door bangs open, and a very tall blonde woman in boxer briefs and a baggy t-shirt emerges, looking none to pleased.]
Zeb! It happened again!
[The new figures slumps against the wall dejectedly, until noticing the blinking light on the device and dives at it.]
Shit!
[A moment of scrambling, and the feed ends.]
[ooc: Axl is going to be stuck in his girl body for a bit, because I am cruel to him and it's something which canonically happens to him now and again. Any and all comments about how Axl is much hotter as a woman are actively encouraged.]
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[Holy shit, Mike, you are a grown-ass man.
He comes out of his room, and just. You know. Faces Axl. Oh, thank god, he's wearing a baggy t-shirt and not a low necked dress. Cleavage just kind of. Draws the eye down, ok.]
What do you think it's about this time?
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Well, Michele isn't here. So you'll probably just have to work it out, whatever it is. Something to do about the Quest, maybe?
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[Slumping dejectedly on the sofa in a sprawl of long legs. Not so different from the usual, really.]
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Well. Beer midday, really.]
Maybe it won't last that long?
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I hope not.
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Would you like a lock for your door?
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