☠Thirteenth Reel: Charity Event! [OPEN]

[redcinemareel]

Who: Everyone and Anyone!
When: IC: 3/08/OOC: 9/16 & 9/17
Where: Various places, please look inside for event details!
What: A charity event to raise money to rebuild Cerealia!
Rating/Warning: Silliness, Embarrassment, Violence…if anything needs a higher rating, then please label your comments as such!



Today is the big day to put your mouth where your money is! Or something like that. Welcome to the first ever (??) Charity Event! Remember that it isn’t about winning, it’s about making the world you’re in now a better place until you leave!

Signups are still a thing, so hop on in! Spectators are welcomed! Voting for events will be hosted in this post, where comments will be screened.

Comments

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur is still determinedly trying to get the damn thing off and failing miserably. The cape is now, somehow, wound around his neck. He's got one shoulder clear, but his arms are behind his back, one hand tugging on the other sleeve, his back arched painfully as he tries to get it to slip down over his fin, which is determinedly holding the whole thing in place. When he smells Grell and Thatch in the room he stops struggling, letting his arms whip forward so he can prop himself up on his elbows against the counter. The way he acts, he just as well have come from the fight of his life.]

Somethin's wrong with me...

[thatched]

[The smack makes him jump and give a little yelp. What? It was unexpected.

And then the transportation... Give Thatch a moment as he checks his hair to make sure everything made it through okay]

Well at least someone will enjoy the show.

[mumbled because he's a bit...disoriented by the sudden change-- though chuckles at Namur]

What the hell did you get up to, my fishy friend? [approaches and tries to untangle Namur's bulk from the cape]

[om_nom_namur]

Jus' tryna get outta this shit.

[And things got worse from there. He holds still, though, letting Thatch do what he needs in order to get him untangled. The air is filling with steam and it feels kind of nice on his gills.]

[thatched]

[Thatch patiently helps Namur out of his predicament, unwinding here, tugging there, chuckling lightly]

You're a mess. But did you have a good night, brother mine?