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Aug. 21st, 2026 09:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mmmleatherWHO: Zevran & you
WHERE: Libra Network
WHEN: Mid August
WHAT: Label your scrolls properly, everyone
WARNINGS: Zevran
[This may not have been meant for posting. But you know how it is, when you've only worked with technology for a short amount of time, you hit the wrong buttons.]
[Zevran is sitting cross-legged on the floor of the apartment, studying a scroll. He looks in deep concentration. Behind him, there's a pokemon crammed into a chair, like a Great Dane trying to sit in a child seat.]
- Now, once this works, you must hide your eyes, Alistair. We cannot have you witnessing the debauchery. Not until I have taught you the techniques involved.
[The pokemon, Alistair, yawns.]
All right then! How do I... ah yes. [Zevran picks up the scroll. Sharp eyes can probably see PRISMATIC LAY written on it in sloppy handwriting.] Ahem. I ... cast prismatic lay?
[P O O F!]
[The room is abruptly covered in blankets. Six very large blankets. In every color of the rainbow. The purple one lands on Zevran's head.]
[It does not totally block the sound of muffled Antivan cursing as he fumbles around to turn the camera off.]
WHERE: Libra Network
WHEN: Mid August
WHAT: Label your scrolls properly, everyone
WARNINGS: Zevran
[This may not have been meant for posting. But you know how it is, when you've only worked with technology for a short amount of time, you hit the wrong buttons.]
[Zevran is sitting cross-legged on the floor of the apartment, studying a scroll. He looks in deep concentration. Behind him, there's a pokemon crammed into a chair, like a Great Dane trying to sit in a child seat.]
- Now, once this works, you must hide your eyes, Alistair. We cannot have you witnessing the debauchery. Not until I have taught you the techniques involved.
[The pokemon, Alistair, yawns.]
All right then! How do I... ah yes. [Zevran picks up the scroll. Sharp eyes can probably see PRISMATIC LAY written on it in sloppy handwriting.] Ahem. I ... cast prismatic lay?
[P O O F!]
[The room is abruptly covered in blankets. Six very large blankets. In every color of the rainbow. The purple one lands on Zevran's head.]
[It does not totally block the sound of muffled Antivan cursing as he fumbles around to turn the camera off.]
