Issue #62 - Video

[mistconduct]

[In the mess hall is Chris, who's somehow procured a gigantic poster board stretching a good twelve feet across.

On the board is pinned a photo of everyone on the Barge. Marker in hand, Chris begins going through the photos one by one - every time he gets to someone he knows is changed, he scribbles a black goatee on their face. Yes, even the women. Especially the women.

He pauses when he hits Tig Traeger.

And then takes out a small bottle of White-Out and begins to carefully erase his goatee]






[OOC: A thousand thank-yous to Fire for the amazing art!]

Comments

[mistconduct]

I'm just trying to get to where everyone's on the same page about who's who.

....Yes. I totally gave you a beard.

[theresalwayshope]

You know that any wardens with a measure of sense from my Barge will try to pass themselves off as their doubles, right? And--

--why do I have a beard?

[mistconduct]

Yeah, so we'll update the board pretty frequently whenever we learn about someone new.

It's a good look for you.

[theresalwayshope]

It is not!

You change my picture this instant.

[mistconduct]

No way. Picture stays.

In fact, I might go one step further and make you wear a cardboard goatee in real life.

[theresalwayshope]

...you can't make me do anything.

[She hesitates, debating with herself...then on a brief, playfully wicked impulse, narrows her eyes and lets her eyes glow gold, a lupine growl rolling from deep in her chest.]

Now change it.

[mistconduct]

Jesus fucking christ, are you kidding me?

No. Bad wolf. Stop it.

[theresalwayshope]

[Wrong answer, Chris. This is officially a game, and a fun one.

Instead of backing down, Allison's lips curled back, baring her fangs as she growled louder in warning.]

[mistconduct]

The fuck?

Come on, I was part of a wolfpack. Cut that shit out. You're not being funny, you're being gross.