[Sure is chaotic around here, huh? Forest spirits running back and forth, carrying bundles of baked goods and strings of onions in their stubby little arms. They've even invaded the Invincible, tacking up their strange decorations above all the doors and covering every table in bread. Topped off with a cacophony of festive noise-makers, it's probably enough to get on almost anyone's nerves. Except Gregor's, apparently.
He can be found either sleeping soundly, face-down on a table and covered in a mountain of baguettes (save him), or leaned back in his chair with an onion necklace, casually buttering a piece of bread. When life gives you loaves, make loaf-onaid sandwiches, or something. (Please don't make loaf-onaid.)
In either case, anyone sitting down nearby is likely to either wake him up (causing an avalanche of huge breadsticks) or spark a conversation. In which he will ask for jelly.]
It's a shame we can't toast anything. I don't suppose you were lucky enough to be given a jelly-filled donut?
Run Boy Run
[The first part of the post is a picture of an open doorway. And outside it is a pair of legs. It's just legs. More accurately, feet and shins, because whatever these legs belong to, the rest of it is somewhere above the door frame.]
So. Seeing as how it hasn't moved in about three hours, I'm guessing they don't get bored easily. Should I toss it something, or do I live here now?
Gregor Allaine | OC | hey what's up it's leu
CakeBread and Onions by the Ocean[Sure is chaotic around here, huh? Forest spirits running back and forth, carrying bundles of baked goods and strings of onions in their stubby little arms. They've even invaded the Invincible, tacking up their strange decorations above all the doors and covering every table in bread. Topped off with a cacophony of festive noise-makers, it's probably enough to get on almost anyone's nerves. Except Gregor's, apparently.
He can be found either sleeping soundly, face-down on a table and covered in a mountain of baguettes (save him), or leaned back in his chair with an onion necklace, casually buttering a piece of bread. When life gives you loaves, make
loaf-onaidsandwiches, or something. (Please don't make loaf-onaid.)In either case, anyone sitting down nearby is likely to either wake him up (causing an avalanche of huge breadsticks) or spark a conversation. In which he will ask for jelly.]
It's a shame we can't toast anything. I don't suppose you were lucky enough to be given a jelly-filled donut?
Run Boy Run
[The first part of the post is a picture of an open doorway. And outside it is a pair of legs. It's just legs. More accurately, feet and shins, because whatever these legs belong to, the rest of it is somewhere above the door frame.]
So. Seeing as how it hasn't moved in about three hours, I'm guessing they don't get bored easily.
Should I toss it something, or do I live here now?