get me some virtual alcohol i'm drinking my sorrows away

i want to try RPing with someone i havent really used before

im trying to think of who all those are

*gives virtual drimk*

uhh I think i could use Skipper becuase he's fun and maybe other people if I decide to later
*drinks virtual drink* perfecto

i'm considering using Spike and maaaaybe William
Spike is my poltergeist guy, you can find him on my toyhouse if you want infooo

either that or we just do Skipper and Crowley doing weird stuff

actually no i dont want to get banned

yee I've seen him
ghosts vs mask guys

"windmill, windmill, for the land
turn forever, hand in hand
take it all in on your stride
it is sinking, falling down
Love forever, love is free
let's turn forever, you and me
windmill, windmill for the land
is everybody in?"

i like this song :')
also i typed windmill as window every time

oH YEAH CRIPPER NSFW no don't somebody will report this

Spike haunts the attic of a big mansion owned by rich people so maybe Skipper ends up there for some reason?

nearly wrote bog mansion

i have never heard of the windmill song

yeahhh maybe skipper is
-robbing?
-looking for a shelter from a storm?
-cHASING A MOUSE?

title: The Wihndmill Sohng
no it's not really

you choooose
and you can start

(all three :^))

Skipper took a good look at the mansion looming above him. He'd been chasing a mouse and had stumbled across this place. //Might as well look for a way in,// he decided. It was beginning to rain and the people that owned this place probably had some nice little trinkets he could sneak home. He trotted closer to the building and snuffled around the door.

*drinks virtual alcohol*

Inside the mansion, it was mostly empty. The master of the house and his wife and two children had left for the evening, leaving only the servants, who were busy cleaning the place. The front door was unlocked and nobody was standing in the front hallway. Skipper could slip inside unnoticed.

*drinks* there's no real alcohol so we have to drink virtual alcohol it's sahd

(i want Real Acohil)

Skipper nudged the door open with his muzzle and sneaked inside. He looked around. The front room was huge. He started to explore, keeping to the edges of the room, though he didn't really need to since his bright red and yellow outfit could be seen from anywhere.

vodker

Even as the door creaked open, nobody came to investigate. It seemed that the servants were all too busy or far away to notice any intruders. However, something strange was going on. From high up in the attic of the house, there came the sound of a recorder being played. It was a rather cheerful little melody.

Skipper's ears twitched at the song. He stopped behind a bin and listened for a moment, then he decided he must go up and investigate. He left the front room and started looking for a way to the next floor, looking around alertly for servants.

windmill song :000
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NxxjLD2pmlk&index=5&list=PLsANX4c-2_SC3N8YyDTTeO6BU4jXPXoiQ

The recorder song grew louder the closer Skipper got to the top of the house. Just then, one of the servants appeared around a corner and started walking down the corridor that Skipper was currently in, humming quietly to herself.

(will look later
that link is useless on DS)

Skipper took one look at her and darted for an open door. There was a leather couch inside, and he headed for that first. The servant was just getting close to the door when his long tail disappeared into the small space under the couch.

the link has lost all meaning

The servant entered the room moments after Skipper did, gazing around with a bit of suspicion. She could have sworn she'd seen something run in here, but after a while, she decided it must have been a rat or something. Continuing her humming, she left the room and continued on her way.

On the ceiling was a trapdoor. It must lead into the attic, because the recorder music was much louder here, and seemed to be coming from right above the ceiling.

Skipper waited for a few seconds until it was definitely safe to come out of hiding. He squeezed out of the gap and looked up at the ceiling-door. How was he to get up there? He surveyed the room, his eyes resting upon a wooden stool. He dragged it over and hopped onto it. //Maybe if I jump, I can push it open...//

Just as Skipper was doing this, the music from above stopped abruptly. Perhaps whoever was up there had heard him moving around and thought it was one of the servants.

(I'm RPing a house and some disembodied music)

Skipper gazed up at the door, narrowed his eyes, and sprung into the air. He thwacked the door with a grey paw, nudging it a little to the side, before plomping back onto the stool. This was going to take a few tries.

(my character: skipprr
your character: house, random people and a cute song)

Before he could try again, the trapdoor suddenly swung open all the way, and a head poked out to look around. It was a boy, with dusty-grey skin and floppy white hair that covered one of his eyes. The one visible eye was amber with black sclera. 'Who's there?' he called out, as if answering a knock knock joke.

Skipper simply stared at the boy, clearly not a human, for a second. Then he waved his tail in the air and answered in a humourous purr, "Orange."

The boy grinned craftily. 'Orange who?' he called back, playing along.

(whoops i am slow
this is because im writing a scene where people eat chicken and potatoes on the side)

"Knock knock," Skipper replied vaguely, smiling widely under his mask. He curled his tail comfortably around his paws.

chivken and ptotos!
i'm just listening to the same colection if music i've been listening to for about a week

'Hey, you messed it up!' the ghost exclaimed. 'You're supposed to keep saying 'banana' and then say 'orange' and then say 'orange you glad I didn't say banana'.' He floated down from the trapdoor and landed in front of Skipper. He looked like he was standing there, but he was actually hovering about an inch off the floor.

(the most recent things i listened to were some really stupid songs by a comedy band called Ninja Se.x Party)

"I thought I would say 'knock knock' again every time you'd ask 'orange who'," Skipper gave a small shrug. "Hello. Are you a ghost? If not, you look like one. Should probably see a doctor if you look like a ghost and you're not a ghost."

hahaha wait whoops

i see where i screwed up there
da m n

also ninja se,x parties sound like gr8 fun

(o r a n g e y o u g l a d
I d i d n ' t s a y b a n a n a)

'Yep, I'm a Poltergeist. The name's Spike.' The boy stuck out a hand to shake, not seeming to care that Skipper didn't really have hands. 'Pretty generic name, I know.'

Skipper raised a paw and patted Spike's palm. "I'm Skipper. I'm... a cat, of some kind. Not a normal one, of course."

'Well, you seem pretty cool to me.' Spike gazed down at Skipper, his expression curious. 'So... what brings you to this dusty old house, Mr Skipper-The-Cat-Who's-Not-Normal?

"A small rodent I was chasing," Skipper replied. "And the storm outside... and the possibility that there's something in here I can steal. Though you might be pretty protective of this house, huh?"

'Nah, not at all, but you won't find much to steal in here, laddie.' Spike grinned mischieviously. 'I already took everything interesting when I first got here. Unless it's just money you want - I don't normally steal that.'

(uded)

wait wow i am deceased

account hack post

"Oh, come on, that's a bit selfish," Skipper joked. "Leave something for the poor and needy, won't you?"

(Hello I'm here to roleplay with my own awesome self)

'If you want stuff, you have to get there before I do!' Spike replied. 'Though I think I already raided most of the houses along this street. So...' He gazed around the room, playing absently with his random-stolen-objects necklace. 'What kinds of things do you normally steal?'

account hack post #2 because i remembered this while looking for quotes for skipper

"I like one-of-a-kind items... a painting, a handmade pillow passed down by your grandma, anything you can't get anywhere else," he purred.

'Intereeeestiiiing...'

Spike considered for a moment, putting a hand on his chin in the 'thinking' pose. 'I think I might know where you can find stuff like that. There's LOTS of old junk up here in the attic. I was just looking at it before you showed up and started making noises. I haven't taken it all yet - you can come look if you want.' Without waiting for an answer, he floated up through the trapdoor and disappeared.