i love the smell of BE=DE in the morning

[wotanon]

Who: BAD END=DEAD END & you
Where: far enough away that the hotel is safe, close enough to be heard
When: Day 434, afternoon

[Wherever you are, your phone buzzes with the notification for a Live. Should you check the broadcast, it's just an overhead view of some anonymous building in the city. The roof is covered with a few mysterious dark boxes, as well as words spray-painted in red:

YOU'RE FUCKING WELCOME
VENGEANCE VENGEANCE VENGEANCE IN THE SEVENTHFOLD DEGREE !!!

In the distance, a few small figures dash away . . .

. . . Just as every single box EXPLODES with a very audible series of booms, throwing masses of brightly-colored paint splattering all over the remainder of the building, all the surrounding buildings and road, and probably any passersby within a couple blocks, too.

Also, the explosions collapse the entire roof and top floor of the building, sending paint-splattered rubble flying to the ground as well. Watch out!

The broadcast then helpfully zooms in on the paint-splattered culprits of this mayhem—the entirety of BAD END=DEAD END, who didn't quite manage to outrun their crimes.]

* * *

[If, for some reason, you don't check the broadcast—perhaps because you have more important things to do than watch every live that happens in this godforsaken city—then your day is interrupted by a series of distant, but very loud, explosions. Maybe you should check that out?]

[OOC: Hosts: 450 points + 450 units participating bonus (10 atm) + 200 for the Art theme, because Art is a BANG!
Everyone else: 300 points + 100 for the Art theme]

Comments

[longredribbon]

[LAUGHING]

Encore, encore!

[carrionmywaywardsun]

[bowing, covered in cyan paint]

And for our next trick, close your eyes.

[longredribbon]

Gimme a hint?

[Something's telling him he shouldn't. Hm.]

[carrionmywaywardsun]

And ruin the surprise? C'mooon. Live a little.

[longredribbon]

Fine, fine.

[carrionmywaywardsun]

[there's a rustling as Valor digs something out of a bag and then a thunk as something hits Lotus in the chest. shortly followed by the sound of metal hitting the ground, if Lotus doesn't catch the object that hit him.]

Ta-daaaaa~

[longredribbon]

[His reflexes are rather sharp even without his vision, so he catches it! . . . Whatever "it" is.]

[carrionmywaywardsun]

Well, go on, open your fucking eyes.

[it's a can of spray paint! in eye-searingly bright red]

[longredribbon]

[Opens his eyes! He just turns it over in his hand a few times.

. . .

. . . .

. . . . . . ]



What is it?

[carrionmywaywardsun]

It's paint! This shit is great, watch.

[digging another can out of the bag and shaking it, approaching the nearest wall in order to demonstrate how it works by spraying a neon green stylized skull]

1/2

[longredribbon]

Oooh!

[Shakes up his can as well, debating what to paint— ]

[longredribbon]

[. . .which doesn't look much like a lotus flower at all.]

This is harder than it looks.

[carrionmywaywardsun]

Relaaax. We've got shitloads of this stuff. You can draw as many shitty hands as you want until you get the hang of it.

[yep, definitely didn't look much like a lotus at all]

[irregular]

It'd need to wait a bit? I'd have to make some more explosives.

[longredribbon]

Hm. In that case, take your time! Surprise us again.

[gravitydefier]

Ask Valor.

[longredribbon]

He's the leader, is he?

[gravitydefier]

[a soft, dry snort.] We don't have a leader. He simply enjoyed this.

[longredribbon]

Well I can't blame him. It's been plenty entertaining!

[gravitydefier]

'Entertaining?'

[longredribbon]

Yeah!

[. . . . . .]

No one was injured at all, was there?

[gravitydefier]

...no one. [as far as he knows, anyway. but they were careful to pick something far away.]

[longredribbon]

See? Still plenty amusing.

[He (Does Not) volunteer tribute to help clean.]

Did you have fun?

[gravitydefier]

[blank-faced.] 'Fun?'

[longredribbon]

Enjoyed? Had a good time. . .?