![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
asipofbrideWHO: Wolfwood + the cottage crew + you!
WHERE: the network + the cottage
WHEN: after the Fae Olympic fiasco
WHAT: so Wolfwood has a question for anybody more learned than he. which is most people. the religious cult was a bit pared to scope on what they taught. he's also living the fallout in real time and maybe, just maybe, the desert planet doesn't sound so bad?
WARNINGS: n/a at the moment!
so i have a question that i'm asking for a friend.
ya'll know them white flying rat-bear things with the head tumors on a string?
how, uh. how legally binding is marital paperwork if they deliver it to you? asking for a friend.
... the friend is me. they showed up at my door and threw sparkly trash at me and gave me rings and wouldn't leave until i pulled a gun on them and now Dante's not talking to me from where he's laying on the floor and Vash went out the window after them
i dont know how to be married help
don't open the door for those little shits
i can dump water on devils right it won't make them melt or turn into steam
[ this is a two cigarette problem.
Wolfwood has one cigarette in his mouth and another in his hand and he's just sort of staring out of the window if anyone wants to drop by--or if any of the residents of the cottage want to hash out what the White Menace just brought to their doorstep.
Slappy the Popplio is balancing the rings on his nose and having a grand ol' time, all things considered. ]
WHERE: the network + the cottage
WHEN: after the Fae Olympic fiasco
WHAT: so Wolfwood has a question for anybody more learned than he. which is most people. the religious cult was a bit pared to scope on what they taught. he's also living the fallout in real time and maybe, just maybe, the desert planet doesn't sound so bad?
WARNINGS: n/a at the moment!
how much legal advice can you get for an apple pie and a prayer; network post; text; un: ndwolfwood
so i have a question that i'm asking for a friend.
ya'll know them white flying rat-bear things with the head tumors on a string?
how, uh. how legally binding is marital paperwork if they deliver it to you? asking for a friend.
... the friend is me. they showed up at my door and threw sparkly trash at me and gave me rings and wouldn't leave until i pulled a gun on them and now Dante's not talking to me from where he's laying on the floor and Vash went out the window after them
i dont know how to be married help
don't open the door for those little shits
i can dump water on devils right it won't make them melt or turn into steam
don't even have to go to the chapel you're already married; action
[ this is a two cigarette problem.
Wolfwood has one cigarette in his mouth and another in his hand and he's just sort of staring out of the window if anyone wants to drop by--or if any of the residents of the cottage want to hash out what the White Menace just brought to their doorstep.
Slappy the Popplio is balancing the rings on his nose and having a grand ol' time, all things considered. ]
