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gooseberryhigh2017-06-08 10:48 pm
sunsoutgunsout) wrote in gooseberryhigh2017-06-08 10:48 pm
Entry tags:
~storytime~
Who: Cameron Carney (Brown Bear), Casey Patterson (Orange Fox), and Riley Stamper (Blue Bunny)
When: Thursday, June 8th, evening. After this thread and this thread.
Where: Atrium.
What: Conflict resolution/chill-down storytime in 90 minutes or less or your pizza is free!
Warnings: Language and a surprisingly gruesome children's book.
When: Thursday, June 8th, evening. After this thread and this thread.
Where: Atrium.
What: Conflict resolution/chill-down storytime in 90 minutes or less or your pizza is free!
Warnings: Language and a surprisingly gruesome children's book.
Petrichor had given Cameron a look when he'd asked about the children's books, but Gooseberry did have a small section of them. Maybe for research? Cameron isn't sure, but it serves his purposes. He checks out I Want My Hat Back, by Jon Klassen, then leaves to meet Casey in the atrium with the book and a plush royal purple blanket.
Leaning back in a couch with his feet propped up on the chair beside him, Casey looks like the very embodiment of petulance. Mostly because he is. He looks up from his journal when he notices the sudden loom of a familiar (giant's) shadow, traces of a pout still hard to shake from his face. "So'd Pets book-block you or what?"
"Even she can't resist my southern charms, Ace Case," Cameron replies with a wide grin. He brandishes the blanket, shakes it out with a flick of the wrist, then drapes it over Casey. "Get comfy." He doesn't wait before he literally tucks him in.
No argument comes from Casey, who snuggles into the lavish covering. Shit's fuckin' comfy as fuck! His half-pout falters for a second before he remembers that he's Unhappy About Life, and he leans back into the sofa, letting its cushions consume him like a little purple snack. It's motherfuckin' storytime.
"My hat is gone. I want it back!" Cameron begins suddenly, and dramatically, in a deep bear-like voice. He holds up the book to show Casey the picture before turning the page.
The tiniest of jumps happens on the sofa; Casey was not expecting the booming voice! He makes like he was readjusting the blanket. (He wasn't; he'd been tucked in perfectly.) He tries to feign indifference. "Yeah? Keep better track of your shit, Big Bear."
"Have you seen my hat?" Cameron asks in the deep bear voice. "No, I haven't seen your hat, bro," he says in a familiar voice. "Ok, thank you anyway," he continues in the bear voice.
Okay, MAYBE the conversation makes Casey crack a little smile. Maybe. "Polite bear-bro," the Coppertale mutters. (He doesn't want to interrupt the storyteller.)
"Have you seen my hat?" says Cameron-bear. "No, I have not seen any hats around here. Dasvidanya," grumbles the frog. "Okay, thank you anyway," sighs the bear.
In a very small voice, Casey wonders aloud, "Where's the fuckin' hat?"
"Have you seen my hat?" the bear repeats. Then, Cameron pitches his voice high. "UGH! No way! Why are you asking ME? I haven't seen it. I haven't seen any dumb hats anywhere. I would not steal a BORING hat. Don't ask me any more questions, Boo Boo," replies the undeniably Azurcrest rabbit. "OK. Thank you anyway," the bear says sadly.
... 'Boo Boo?' STAMPS IS THE RABBIT? Casey barks a laugh. He stage-whispers "Little Rabbit Riley's got the hat!" before he ducks back under his blanket. Fuckin' RIGHT, that bitch is the RABBIT! Hat-stealin', god-for-nothin'—
"Have you seen my hat?" the bear repeats. "I ain't seen anything all day. I been trying to climb this rock," whines the turtle with a southern accent. "Would you like me to lift you on top of it?" offers the bear. "Yes, please," the turtle replies.
Silent this time, Casey wraps the blanket tighter around himself. Boo Bear wouldn't have to look for his hat in the FIRST place if Stupid Rabbit Riley hadn't stolen it.
"Have you seen my hat?" the bear asks once more. "I saw a hat once. It was blue and round," hisses the testy snake. "My hat doesn't look like that. Thank you anyway," the despondent bear replies.
("If he took Aesthetic Magic he could paint a literal-fuckin'-picture of his hat and he wouldn't have to keep askin' these idiots what's up.")
"Have you seen my hat?" asks the bear. "What is a hat, dude?" the mole replies. "Thank you anyway..." replies the bear, near tears.
Casey only mouths 'what is a hat, dude?' with an aghast expression. Fuck, bro, it's a fuckin' HAT it's not the fuckin' INTERNATIONAL SPACE STATION. Even dumbshit Riley Stamps knows what a fuckin' HAT is, holy SHIT these IDIOT BOOK ANIMALS need a BETTER fuckin' SCHOOL.
"Nobody has seen my hat. What if I never see it AGAIN? What if nobody EVER finds it? My poor hat. I miss it so much!" Cameron cries out, shaking a fist at the sky.
"UGH," Casey groans. "Riley the FUCKIN' rabbit had it! Don't you know your own hat, Boo Bear? Like... shit. Know. Your. Shit. Literally and not, but like, especially literally." If Stamps was here she'd tell him what the fuck was up with his fuckin' hat. (Well, she'd probably keep stealing the hat, but still.)
"What's the matter?" the deer asks, in a breathy, whispy voice. "I have lost my hat. And nobody has seen it," says the bear. "What does it look like?" asks the deer with a spooky voice. "It is red and pointy and..." the bear stops, a light of recognition coming to his eyes. "I HAVE SEEN MY HAT," Cameron-bear practically shouts, startling passersby in the Atrium.
Riley stops dead, three feet behind the couch Casey was so comfortably tucked into. She quirks an eyebrow. There is... no hat on Cameron's head, and she is very confused. She takes another step forward and leans on the back of the couch.
"YOU. YOU STOLE MY HAT!" the bear accuses, and Cameron points a finger right at Riley.
"I--what did I--" she splutters, looking from Cameron to Casey.
Casey raises a quick finger to his lips to shush! the offending trash fairy.
Riley rolls her eyes. "Whatever."
Cameron places a pretend hat lightly upon his head. "I love my hat," he says cheerfully.
"You stole his hat, Rabbit Riley." Casey insists. He shoots her a look. Dirty hat-stealing rodent.
"Maybe he shouldn't have such stealable hats then," Riley shoots back, though she's still confused as fuck about what's going on.
Casey mimes Riley talking in the rudest way possible (eyes rolling, 'blah blah blah'-ing, hand opening and closing to show her GIANT mouth) as he lifts up the side of his blanket. She'd better get the fuck in or she's getting hell for disrupting Cameron's debut.
Riley throws herself over the back of the couch, snuggling right the fuck in. Her roots and the pomegranate vodka can wait, like, another couple minutes, right?
"Excuse me, have you seen a rabbit wearing a hat?" asks a girly squirrel. "No. Why are you asking me. I haven't seen him. I haven't seen any rabbits anywhere. I would not eat a rabbit. Don't ask me any more questions!" replies the bear impatiently. "OK. Thank you anyway..." says the squirrel.
"Wait," Riley looks alarmed as Cameron closes the book. "What the fuck happened to Rabbit Riley?"
Leaning back in a couch with his feet propped up on the chair beside him, Casey looks like the very embodiment of petulance. Mostly because he is. He looks up from his journal when he notices the sudden loom of a familiar (giant's) shadow, traces of a pout still hard to shake from his face. "So'd Pets book-block you or what?"
"Even she can't resist my southern charms, Ace Case," Cameron replies with a wide grin. He brandishes the blanket, shakes it out with a flick of the wrist, then drapes it over Casey. "Get comfy." He doesn't wait before he literally tucks him in.
No argument comes from Casey, who snuggles into the lavish covering. Shit's fuckin' comfy as fuck! His half-pout falters for a second before he remembers that he's Unhappy About Life, and he leans back into the sofa, letting its cushions consume him like a little purple snack. It's motherfuckin' storytime.
"My hat is gone. I want it back!" Cameron begins suddenly, and dramatically, in a deep bear-like voice. He holds up the book to show Casey the picture before turning the page.
The tiniest of jumps happens on the sofa; Casey was not expecting the booming voice! He makes like he was readjusting the blanket. (He wasn't; he'd been tucked in perfectly.) He tries to feign indifference. "Yeah? Keep better track of your shit, Big Bear."
"Have you seen my hat?" Cameron asks in the deep bear voice. "No, I haven't seen your hat, bro," he says in a familiar voice. "Ok, thank you anyway," he continues in the bear voice.
Okay, MAYBE the conversation makes Casey crack a little smile. Maybe. "Polite bear-bro," the Coppertale mutters. (He doesn't want to interrupt the storyteller.)
"Have you seen my hat?" says Cameron-bear. "No, I have not seen any hats around here. Dasvidanya," grumbles the frog. "Okay, thank you anyway," sighs the bear.
In a very small voice, Casey wonders aloud, "Where's the fuckin' hat?"
"Have you seen my hat?" the bear repeats. Then, Cameron pitches his voice high. "UGH! No way! Why are you asking ME? I haven't seen it. I haven't seen any dumb hats anywhere. I would not steal a BORING hat. Don't ask me any more questions, Boo Boo," replies the undeniably Azurcrest rabbit. "OK. Thank you anyway," the bear says sadly.
... 'Boo Boo?' STAMPS IS THE RABBIT? Casey barks a laugh. He stage-whispers "Little Rabbit Riley's got the hat!" before he ducks back under his blanket. Fuckin' RIGHT, that bitch is the RABBIT! Hat-stealin', god-for-nothin'—
"Have you seen my hat?" the bear repeats. "I ain't seen anything all day. I been trying to climb this rock," whines the turtle with a southern accent. "Would you like me to lift you on top of it?" offers the bear. "Yes, please," the turtle replies.
Silent this time, Casey wraps the blanket tighter around himself. Boo Bear wouldn't have to look for his hat in the FIRST place if Stupid Rabbit Riley hadn't stolen it.
"Have you seen my hat?" the bear asks once more. "I saw a hat once. It was blue and round," hisses the testy snake. "My hat doesn't look like that. Thank you anyway," the despondent bear replies.
("If he took Aesthetic Magic he could paint a literal-fuckin'-picture of his hat and he wouldn't have to keep askin' these idiots what's up.")
"Have you seen my hat?" asks the bear. "What is a hat, dude?" the mole replies. "Thank you anyway..." replies the bear, near tears.
Casey only mouths 'what is a hat, dude?' with an aghast expression. Fuck, bro, it's a fuckin' HAT it's not the fuckin' INTERNATIONAL SPACE STATION. Even dumbshit Riley Stamps knows what a fuckin' HAT is, holy SHIT these IDIOT BOOK ANIMALS need a BETTER fuckin' SCHOOL.
"Nobody has seen my hat. What if I never see it AGAIN? What if nobody EVER finds it? My poor hat. I miss it so much!" Cameron cries out, shaking a fist at the sky.
"UGH," Casey groans. "Riley the FUCKIN' rabbit had it! Don't you know your own hat, Boo Bear? Like... shit. Know. Your. Shit. Literally and not, but like, especially literally." If Stamps was here she'd tell him what the fuck was up with his fuckin' hat. (Well, she'd probably keep stealing the hat, but still.)
"What's the matter?" the deer asks, in a breathy, whispy voice. "I have lost my hat. And nobody has seen it," says the bear. "What does it look like?" asks the deer with a spooky voice. "It is red and pointy and..." the bear stops, a light of recognition coming to his eyes. "I HAVE SEEN MY HAT," Cameron-bear practically shouts, startling passersby in the Atrium.
Riley stops dead, three feet behind the couch Casey was so comfortably tucked into. She quirks an eyebrow. There is... no hat on Cameron's head, and she is very confused. She takes another step forward and leans on the back of the couch.
"YOU. YOU STOLE MY HAT!" the bear accuses, and Cameron points a finger right at Riley.
"I--what did I--" she splutters, looking from Cameron to Casey.
Casey raises a quick finger to his lips to shush! the offending trash fairy.
Riley rolls her eyes. "Whatever."
Cameron places a pretend hat lightly upon his head. "I love my hat," he says cheerfully.
"You stole his hat, Rabbit Riley." Casey insists. He shoots her a look. Dirty hat-stealing rodent.
"Maybe he shouldn't have such stealable hats then," Riley shoots back, though she's still confused as fuck about what's going on.
Casey mimes Riley talking in the rudest way possible (eyes rolling, 'blah blah blah'-ing, hand opening and closing to show her GIANT mouth) as he lifts up the side of his blanket. She'd better get the fuck in or she's getting hell for disrupting Cameron's debut.
Riley throws herself over the back of the couch, snuggling right the fuck in. Her roots and the pomegranate vodka can wait, like, another couple minutes, right?
"Excuse me, have you seen a rabbit wearing a hat?" asks a girly squirrel. "No. Why are you asking me. I haven't seen him. I haven't seen any rabbits anywhere. I would not eat a rabbit. Don't ask me any more questions!" replies the bear impatiently. "OK. Thank you anyway..." says the squirrel.
"Wait," Riley looks alarmed as Cameron closes the book. "What the fuck happened to Rabbit Riley?"