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]

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[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?

[vampgonevegan]

My ears? Do you like my earrings? They were too creeperific to pass up! I bet we could find you a pair if there was a maul near here. Being a bodyguard doesn't mean you have to give up fashion! This prince of yours really needs to rethink your wardrobe.

[onewomanarmy]

Earrings would only get in the way. I'm talking about the way your ears are shaped.

[vampgonevegan]

How else would vampire ears be shaped?

[onewomanarmy]

[confused]

Vampire?