THE VOICE OF NINA-MUN: *is totally charmed by Li'l Angel, in spite of being the disembodied voice thing* HERE, MY LITTLE ONE . . . *THE VOICE OF NINA-MUN somehow manages to drop a pack of stickers and some paper & crayons*
WILSON: Holy SHIT. *munches on a brownie*
THE VOICE OF NINA-MUN: OH AND JONATHAN . . . THERE IS ONE OTHER THING YOU MUST DO . . .
LITTLE ANGEL: *squeal* THANK YOU SO MUCH...whoever you are!!
JONATHAN: Anything,oh Great Goddess!
THE VOICE OF NINA-MUN: YOU MUST SHOW ME YOUR MARK/ANGEL WRITING . . . SO THAT I MAY SHOW YOU THE PATH TO TAKE . . .
WILSON: Put lots of kissing in it. She'll give you a pass right away.
JONATHAN: ....anything but that.
Roger tries to concentrate on his porn movie, but finds the "talking ceiling" to be too creepy. "Make it all stop! I don't like disembodied voices! Especially when they come from ceilings!" He pulls a pillow over his ears, but loses it when the crayons appear. "Ahhhh!" he screams, before thrusting his entire head into the sofa.
April looks rather turned on by this as she stares at the rest of Roger keenly.
Apparently, the sofa doesn't block much, because Roger screams, "Nooo! Mark/Angel is bad! Mark/Roger forever!!"
KT walks away from Mark and Angel now that they seem to be doing better, and heads back over toward Wilson, where she sees his brownie and snatches it away from him in case it has marijuana. "Miss me?" she asks before looking over toward Jonathan. "Hey. I don't remember any Mark/Angel writing in Rent!"
THE VOICE OF NINA-MUN: PUT A SOCK IN IT ROGER . . .
*a sock covered in little red and blue stars appears in Roger's mouth*
THE VOICE OF NINA-MUN: NOT THAT ONE, THAT'S NEW . . .
*the sock is replaced with a sock covered in black and gray diamonds*
THE VOICE OF NINA-MUN: MUCH BETTER . . .
WILSON: *whines* KT, I want my brownie! *changes his mind when he realizes HIS GIRLFRIEND IS ALONE . . .* On second thought . . . *pulls KT onto the sofa and prepares for a complete and total makeoutfest*
THE VOICE OF NINA-MUN: AND JONATHAN . . . YOU CANNOT ESCAPE THE MARK/ANGEL LOVE . . . OR I SHALL DESTROY YOUR WRITING POWERS FOREVER . . . AND DECOMPOSE 'GREEN, GREEN DRESS!'
Roger's eyes bulge as he realizes there is a sock stuffed in his mouth, and immediately spits it out. "YOOOOU!" he shouts. "You evil ceiling! How could you?" He looks at April quickly for support. "Help me out here, April!"
April is inspecting the sock curiously. "This sock is actually pretty cute. The ceiling has good taste. Hey, ceiling, by any chance would you have the other sock?"
KT giggles and squeals. "Ooh, I've been waiting all... well, whatever the amount of time it was that Frank stole you and before that when we were with Jesse," she says before kissing him fiercly.
THE VOICE OF NINA-MUN: NO . . . THAT'S WHY I USED IT . . . I DO HOWEVER HAVE A PAIR IN SIMILAR COLORS THAT ARE STRIPED WITH GLITTER AND NOT MADE OF NYLON . . .
WILSON: *is having the time of his life, and inadvertently kicks Roger in the head with his foot as he lands on the sofa*
"Ooh, that's okay! Can I have those?" April asks. "Seriously, they sound awesome and they'll be a nice addition to the socks I already have..."
Roger rolls his eyes before he gets kicked in the head. "OWW! This is so unfair! All you can think about is socks," he says to April, "And the ceiling thingy is scaring me, both Marks have left me for either Angel or Detective Green, and NOW I'm going to have a massive headache because SOMEONE can't keep their foot to themselves!" he adds with a glare at Wilson. "Really, this isn't right. You play a freaking drag queen and you've still got a girl all over you."
KT continues to party it up with Wilson on the sofa, only stopping to throw out, "Men in drag are hot," before pressing her mouth against Wilson again.
THE VOICE OF NINA-MUN: NO . . . THEY ARE MY FAVORITE SOCKS . . .
WILSON: *has no idea what's going on, so he flashes Roger a big thumbs-up behind KT's head*
NINA: I am SO with you, girl! *kind of sort of wishes she could join in, but isn't sure 1) how Evan would react and 2) whether or not it would piss off KT, so she just kind of stands there*
"Then what were you telling me about them for?" April cries, throwing her hands up. She then places the wet sock onto her foot, looks at it, and sighs. "Come on, ceiling, I'm sure we can trade." She shoves the pillow back over Roger's head and whispers, "I have drugs..."
After being suffocated with the pillow, Roger thrusts it across the room. "Great. What happened to girls and guys digging rockers? Why are they all after feminine men and guys with guns?"
"Mmmmmm," says KT, because Nina is right and Wilson is yummy.
JONATHAN: ....shit....*shrinks back into the cushions*
BOHO GIRL: *slaps Jonathan in the back of the head* Watch the language! There are children present!
LITTLE ANGEL: *is too busy sticking stickers on everything in sight to pay attention to the wierdness going on around him*
JONATHAN: OW!...What I mean to say is.... OH GREAT GODDESS fROM UP ABOVE! AS I SAID I HAVE WRITERS' BLOCK...ANYTHING I WRITE MAY TURN OUT AS CRAP...FAR TOO CRAPY FOR YOUR LIKENESS. AND SECONDLY...I HAVEN'T REALLY GIVEN MARK/ANGEL MUCH THOUGHT BEFORE...
Mark climbs into the front seat of the car. “You know what this reminds me of? This reminds me of this movie I recently saw in which an extremely sexy black detective has sex with a scrawny little white Jewish boy in the back of a police car.”
Hedwig flings herself down onto the bed, pulling Frank down along with her.
“To the roof!” The corpse of Adam Pascal agrees, running after Jesse.
THE VOICE OF NINA-MUN: NO . . . THE DEMENTED RPG IS MY ANTI-DRUG . . .
NINA: *shuffles feet and feels awkward because Evan seems to have disappeared and she really kind of wants to join in with Wilson and KT . . . just to say she did*
WILSON: *kicks again and gets Roger in the shoulder* (What can he say, he's tall and Roger's taking up his space!)
ANTHONY: Thank you GOD. The insane owl is gone.
RODNEY: *raises an eyebrow*
ANTHONY: Not that I don't like her, mind you, but she kind of scares me.
RODNEY: Maybe because she's you in female form?
ANTHONY: *shudders* Let's not even TALK about me in female form, baby, okay? Because this is the Demented RPG, and you never know what's going to happen.
"Really?" Green asks with a smirk. "I don't think I've seen that one. You'll have to show me it." He sidles over toward Mark, which is slightly hard because of the fact that their seats aren't joined, but whatever.
"Demented wha?" April questions. "What do you need an anti-drug for? Drugs are cool. Everyone does drugs!"
"No they- AAAARRGH!" Roger cries as Wilson's foot smacks his shoulder. "That was my guitar-playing arm!" he says, gripping it and patting it. "What if I can never play guitar again now? I'll have to sue you and your sex-apade!"
"Why don't you just move?" April asks.
"Because..." says Roger. "Because... this was MY couch first, and Mark and I used to do our sex on it all the time before he went stupid!"
"Fine," says April. She glances over toward the very busy bodies of Wilson and KT. "But I think if you stay there, you'll only get hurt more..."
KT is so wrapped up with Wilson that she cannot hear or tell anything else that's going on. However, as her smut stories show, she does like multiple parters, since assumedly she will have Wilson all to herself later that night anyway.
Frank makes one of those moan/gasp things, because he very much enjoys how forceful Hedwig is being. "Oh, so direct... so sexy!" he cries before launching himself all over Hedwig.