FLYING. BANANAS.

[onewomanarmy]

[what the flying fudge are flying bananas doing here]

[this mask wearing young lady is watching the sky in bewilderment, side-stepping the occasional fruit that falls too close]

Comments

[vampgonevegan]

Yeah, I don't think an umbrella is what you need with that outfit. It wouldn't make much sense carrying one around when your head is already covered. Have you thought about wearing brighter colours and losing the mask?

[onewomanarmy]

My outfit and mask having everything to do with my job, and nothing to do with matching an umbrella.

You have no idea what you're asking me to do.

[vampgonevegan]

Oh, this is your work uniform? Are you working now? What sort of place do you work that requires a mask? It must be super exciting!

[onewomanarmy]

[attacking bananas with her automail arm!!!]

Figure it out yourself.

[vampgonevegan]

[LOOKING OVER INTENTLY.]

A theatre troupe? I got a part in a play once! The costumes were fangtastic! It was completely nerve-racking! Almost as nerve-racking as my sweet 1600, except I didn't have to plan what I was going to wear for the play, like, months in advance.

[onewomanarmy]

[scrutinizing her from the corner of her eye]

...


...not remotely close.

[vampgonevegan]

Oh.

A mascot for a food chain?

[onewomanarmy]

[sigh]

Try a bodyguard.

[vampgonevegan]

A bodyguard? For who? Are they here? Are they famous? Of course, they would be famous or why would they need a bodyguard . . . Is it Justin Biter? I love Justin Biter!

[onewomanarmy]

[nts: i need to stop you from playing guessing games]

...

I defend Prince Ling. My lord must not here because this is a dream.

[vampgonevegan]

Oh, wow, a real prince? He must be so dreamy!

[Focusing on the prince here, not your dream scenario.]

[onewomanarmy]

[...w/e w/e i'm going back to slicing bananas.




peeping from the corners of her eyes to see if her umbrella is still holding up though :|a]

[vampgonevegan]

[It is fine, thank you very much. Now about that prince . . . ]

If this is a dream, can't you just dream your prince up?

[onewomanarmy]

[good, i'd hate to be responsible for some improv banana protecting if that thing busted :T]

[snorts]

As if I would bring him into a mess like this.

[vampgonevegan]

Could you dream the bananas away?

1/2

[onewomanarmy]

What? That's--

[onewomanarmy]

[...holy cow that is a good idea, CONCENTRATING ON THINKING THE BANANAS AWAY.]

[vampgonevegan]

[There are still bananas hitting my umbrella, BUT I BELIEVE IN YOU.]

You can do it!

[onewomanarmy]

[..........drats]

It's... not working. This can't be real.

[vampgonevegan]

I already tried it myself earlier, so I don't think this is my dream. It must be someone else's.

[onewomanarmy]

[looking around]

Who's could it be?

[vampgonevegan]

No clue whatsoever.

[onewomanarmy]

No matter what, this is a dream. None of this is possible any other way.

[vampgonevegan]

I don't know, I've seen some strange things happen when Friday the Thirteenth rolls around. Never bananas, but there's always a first time for everything!

[onewomanarmy]

[wha]

How do you explain your ears?