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[need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com]

[it was perfect... the formulas, the design. Pure genius! He could hardly contain himself, throwing off his gloves and tucking his goggles up onto his head, Billy sweeps out of his laboratory, not bothering to even shut the panel behind him]

Triumph, my friend! I did it!! It took longer than I initially thought, but I finally--

[Moist waves him off from his place in front of the TV] --Hang on, can you believe this? [pointing a half-eaten candy cane at the screen] Commander Benevolence and the Golden Titan are leading the Christmas parade this year.

[immediately, Billy's excitement switches to indignation, and he walks over to the couch]

You're kidding me. Wasn't Golden Titan the one who gilded his entire mansion two months ago? And now they're setting him up as some sort of mascot for a holiday that's supposed to be about goodwill and charity??

[Moist shrugs] He's also the one who sold the most action figures this year.

Tch. See, this is exactly what I can't stand about this stupid holiday. It's, like, World Hypocrite Day. Or... Praise the Corporations Eve.

[the bitching goes on for a few contented minutes before the doorbell to their apartment rings]

--Hey, did you invite someone over or something?

Yeah, just a couple of the guys. Pink Pummeler said he'd bring over Monopoly - the Global Domination edition.

Oh, sweet!


((ooc: open to absolutely anyone who wants to hang out with a couple of baddies. Just ring the doorbell!))

Comments

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

[ding dong] Avon calling!

[need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com]

[Billy swings the door open wide]

Hey, come on in-- oh. [doesn't recognize this guy] Uh, hi.

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

[he shrugs off his leather jacket and flips it over his shoulder, offering his free hand] Hard Harry. I'm new in town. Heard this was the place to be.

[the castle seems to be throwing him around into random people's dreams - and he's decided the best thing is to roll with it]

[need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com]

[fortunately for this guy, 'Hard Harry' sounds enough like a Villain name that Billy rolls right along with it]

Yeah, sure. Come on in if you want.

You like Monopoly?

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

[perfect. he edges past with a grin] Monopoly? It's good enough, I guess, if you like shameless commercialism. Talk about a golden calf dedicated to The System. [he snickers]

I was always fond of playing Backwards Life. You know. You start out retired, lose your kids, your family, your money, your job ... and then it ends with you back in hell.

You know. High school.

[need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com]

[hello, new best friend]

Ah see, that's the beauty of this edition. It's all about undoing major corporations one by one, pulling out the societal supports one by one, until the whole thing collapses.

...Oh, and the game pieces are really cool. My favorite is the little beaker.

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

[yeah, what you said]

Seriously?! I didn't even know they MADE one like that. I mean, sure, there's the shitty ones based on movies, but ... this sounds like it could actually be a worthwhile game. Please, PLEASE tell me that they changed Community Chest into something to do with anarchy.

[need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com]

Of course you didn't. You think they sell it in big-name stores or advertise it on TV? Please.

And yes, Community Chest is...umm...

[Moist pipes up from the couch, giving the newcomer a belated wave in the process]

--Pit of Anarchy.

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

Underground. [he rolls the word around a little, savoring it, as he gives Moist one of those cool-guy "hi" nods]

Speaking as a pirate DJ? I think that makes me like it even more.

[need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com]

Well, you can play it, if the guy who has it ever shows up.

[offers him a plate of partially-stale christmas cookies? they have sprinkles~]

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

Nice. ... What're my token options? Since it's obvious you have beaker dibs. [YESSSS, sugar. he'll grab one of those and chow down, either oblivious or apathetic to the stale-ness]

[need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com]

Uh, I know there's a bazooka, a bomb, a barrel of toxic waste...

[Moist pipes up from the couch] I know there's a bullhorn, and something that I think is supposed to be a podium.

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

Oh! Bullhorn! Dibs, definitely. [in the meantime, he'll help himself to an arm of the couch, perching]

... Yaaah.

[picks up one of the hands he was supporting himself with and stares at it, disturbed] Uh, guys? I don't know how to break it to you, but your couch is slightly --

[y'know. Moist.]

[need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com]

[Moist smiles apologetically] Sorry. ...It's a skin condition.

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

Oh. Well, uh ... [he's just gonna figure the guy's got a sweat issue or something]

As long as you weren't jacking off on the couch right before I got here, I guess we're cool.

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[she doesn't have Monopoly...but she has a case of beer and a smile for whoever opens the door]

[need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com]

[that would be Billy, pulling the door open enough for her to fit past him!]

Hey! Come on in.

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

Merry Christmas!

[squeezing past, she'll set the beer off to one side as she steps into the living room and starts peeling off her gloves]

So what've you been up to, today?

[need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com]

[Moist gives a little wave over the back of the couch, and Billy gives an accusing gesture at the TV]

You know, watching the various holiday travesties. The lineup is pretty impressive this year.

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[waving back, she'll come over to lean on the back of the couch, nearby, to get a closer look at the screen. When she sees what's on, she can't help but laugh]

How is a parade a travesty? I always thought they were fun.

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

[ding dong] Avon calling!

[need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com]

[Billy swings the door open wide]

Hey, come on in-- oh. [doesn't recognize this guy] Uh, hi.

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

[he shrugs off his leather jacket and flips it over his shoulder, offering his free hand] Hard Harry. I'm new in town. Heard this was the place to be.

[the castle seems to be throwing him around into random people's dreams - and he's decided the best thing is to roll with it]

[need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com]

[fortunately for this guy, 'Hard Harry' sounds enough like a Villain name that Billy rolls right along with it]

Yeah, sure. Come on in if you want.

You like Monopoly?

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

[perfect. he edges past with a grin] Monopoly? It's good enough, I guess, if you like shameless commercialism. Talk about a golden calf dedicated to The System. [he snickers]

I was always fond of playing Backwards Life. You know. You start out retired, lose your kids, your family, your money, your job ... and then it ends with you back in hell.

You know. High school.

[need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com]

[hello, new best friend]

Ah see, that's the beauty of this edition. It's all about undoing major corporations one by one, pulling out the societal supports one by one, until the whole thing collapses.

...Oh, and the game pieces are really cool. My favorite is the little beaker.

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

[yeah, what you said]

Seriously?! I didn't even know they MADE one like that. I mean, sure, there's the shitty ones based on movies, but ... this sounds like it could actually be a worthwhile game. Please, PLEASE tell me that they changed Community Chest into something to do with anarchy.

[need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com]

Of course you didn't. You think they sell it in big-name stores or advertise it on TV? Please.

And yes, Community Chest is...umm...

[Moist pipes up from the couch, giving the newcomer a belated wave in the process]

--Pit of Anarchy.

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

Underground. [he rolls the word around a little, savoring it, as he gives Moist one of those cool-guy "hi" nods]

Speaking as a pirate DJ? I think that makes me like it even more.

[need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com]

Well, you can play it, if the guy who has it ever shows up.

[offers him a plate of partially-stale christmas cookies? they have sprinkles~]

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

Nice. ... What're my token options? Since it's obvious you have beaker dibs. [YESSSS, sugar. he'll grab one of those and chow down, either oblivious or apathetic to the stale-ness]

[need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com]

Uh, I know there's a bazooka, a bomb, a barrel of toxic waste...

[Moist pipes up from the couch] I know there's a bullhorn, and something that I think is supposed to be a podium.

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

Oh! Bullhorn! Dibs, definitely. [in the meantime, he'll help himself to an arm of the couch, perching]

... Yaaah.

[picks up one of the hands he was supporting himself with and stares at it, disturbed] Uh, guys? I don't know how to break it to you, but your couch is slightly --

[y'know. Moist.]

[need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com]

[Moist smiles apologetically] Sorry. ...It's a skin condition.

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

Oh. Well, uh ... [he's just gonna figure the guy's got a sweat issue or something]

As long as you weren't jacking off on the couch right before I got here, I guess we're cool.

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[she doesn't have Monopoly...but she has a case of beer and a smile for whoever opens the door]

[need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com]

[that would be Billy, pulling the door open enough for her to fit past him!]

Hey! Come on in.

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

Merry Christmas!

[squeezing past, she'll set the beer off to one side as she steps into the living room and starts peeling off her gloves]

So what've you been up to, today?

[need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com]

[Moist gives a little wave over the back of the couch, and Billy gives an accusing gesture at the TV]

You know, watching the various holiday travesties. The lineup is pretty impressive this year.

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[waving back, she'll come over to lean on the back of the couch, nearby, to get a closer look at the screen. When she sees what's on, she can't help but laugh]

How is a parade a travesty? I always thought they were fun.