[video]

[thatched]

W-what the hell?!

[the camera is somewhat buried in some dark space but is fished out and a startled Thatch appears, pompadour a mess-- shoulder deep in underwear, head pressed against the high ceiling] How do you stop the damned thing?!

[turning the camera outward shows an apartment being quietly flooded in underwear of all kinds. Women's, men's, lingerie, wide fronts, boxers and in all sizes too from about normal to could use for a sail in windsurfing to banana hammock that could seat eighty seven]

If I drown in this I'm going to kick someone's ass.

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[voice]

[green_cyborg_ninja_dude]

Fun fetish that got out of control? Intriguing.

[voice]

[thatched]

It's not a fetish. I prefer the real thing. I just opened a damned egg and now I can't find it to close it. [and he really doesn't want to go skivvy diving]

[voice]

[green_cyborg_ninja_dude]

That looks real enough to me. A deluge of small clothes.

This just makes me not want to touch these eggs. Everyone is falling under some form of horror. Open a window. Open up shop even.

[voice]

[thatched]

I mean I prefer flesh and blood to knickers, mate. And if I could get to a window I'd open it. Tch. What a pain.

[Video]

[youfool]

Not the kind of drowning I pictured for a pirate. Well, you shall never want for breaches again, hahaha!

[Video]

[thatched]

You and me both. [he smirks a bit at the pun] Would you mind coming over and opening the door?

Re: [Video]

[youfool]

Anything for you, Thatch. I'll try and keep my journey brief.

[If nothing else, his hilarity will be the last thing on his mind while he drowns.]

[Video]

[thatched]

[was that another pun? Ted is either very good or very innocent]

Make sure you back away after you do. Embarrassing way to die. [a pause] Unless you like that sort of thing.

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[youfool]

[why not both?]

I pray the door's unlocked.

[He knows where Namur and Thatch have relocated, at least, needing no further prodding for the address. He puts an ear for the door in the vain hope that life's sound might be heard on the other end. Well, nothing for it. Time to be a man and brave the unknown. Hand firmly on the handle, he takes a deep breath, and pulls.]

Video-Action

[thatched]

[no one should have that much power...]

Should be. [and when he opens the door if he's not out of the way he may be caught up in the flood of underwear moving with the startling rapidity of an avalanche. Some of it is even snowy white if you can imagine. If Ted is not buried under said pile of small and decidedly not so small clothes he may hear a startled woah from inside]

Re: Video-Action

[youfool]

[Ted did not think ahead to open the door with a string from afar, and so he's toppled by a stampede of densely-packed undergarments. Another item on his bucket-list he didn't dare to write, checked off. Thanks Thatch.

He's pushed up against the fourth floor railing as the breeches swarm past, blanketing the rest of the building like snowflakes.

Once he's out of his shocked stupor:]

...did you find the egg?

Video-Action

[thatched]

[there is muffled grumbling and he strides more or less out of the underwear, pulling a pair of lacy panties big enough to parasail with off his head]

Not yet. Still in there somewhere. Pretty soon it's going to become unlivable.

[he grins at Ted] Care to go panty diving with me? There's a beer in it for you.

Re: Video-Action

[youfool]

[He chuckled, resignedly.]

Why do I get the feeling your prank was tailor-made? Well, I accept, if only to spare you the wrath of your neighbors.

[Always willing to brave the unknown, he waded in and took a breath, looking for the spot where there was most accumulation. He spares a thought to wonder if someone less gigantic as Thatch might've fared worse.]

Action

[thatched]

I'd hate to think someone knows me that well. Or at least thinks they do. Skivvies are skivvies I prefer the people in them. [he grins] Or without.

Come on then. [he claps him on the shoulder and starts wading through, tossing underwear over his shoulder as he goes] Listen for the sound of farting.

Re: Action

[youfool]

[It just keeps getting better.]

I'll look under there.

[Please, oh please pay off that set up, Thatch. He's counting on you.]

Action

[thatched]

[like a new step father in the strange situation that is not entirely a family, he will continue to be a disappointment]

Aye. Sounds good. I'll check this way. [wades through another pile] Try not to start a pantalanche. [he chuckles to himself]

[gamerrep]

[There is not much Chiaki can say on this one so she simply goes for one thing...]

Interesting.

[thatched]

A pain is what it is, girlie. [but he doesn't seem too annoyed talking to her] Anything happen to you?

[gamerrep]

[She paused for a moment.]

Nothing bad. I found an egg with a coupon in it and a couple chocolate eggs. But that was it.

[fierybluebird]

[LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGHS AND LAUGHS AND LAUGHS AND LAAAAAAAAAAAAUGHS.]

[SO. MUCH. LAUGHING.]

[thatched]

Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up. [but he's half laughing too] Found a pair of yours in here too. [he holds up a tiny lacy blue thing] Missing it?

[fierybluebird]

If by missing, you mean am I commando? Aye. If by missing you mean I want it back? Nay. [Hand flap.]

[thatched]

But you looked so pretty. Ah well. [he throws more aside as he looks for the damned egg] You going to help me, bird brain, before I drown in skivvies?

[fierybluebird]

Nope! [MORE LAUGHS.]

I'll send some birds to help you if you pick other people's heads to dump 'em on.

[thatched]

[he laughs too] Alright. So long as I can tell them where to send it.