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Who: Denzel and you
Where: Around the Bubble
When: All week
Style: Will match
Status: Open

[Looking for a person to get stuck to with the latest curse? Well meet Mr. Anti Social.
He can be found in these locations and may or may not be watching where he is going or prehaps he had a sudden spazz attack
Denzel can be found in various places in the Bubble all week.
~~The library. Reading and looking for various books like a nerd.~~
The University, teaching his Theorical Science class. This week's topic Time Travel!
~~The Plaza scoping out the coral with a strange device.~~
That guy in the corner of a resturant, sitting by himself.
~~Heck even taking scientific items from the Denfense Force.~~
As well, as his house. Boy, no matter where you touch him he's so boney!]

^{(Just note the day in the subject header)}

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[At least there was plenty of coffee shops in this place. Best way to start a day; even one where he had no actual plans. He just leaned against the counter, watching the door as he waited for his to-go cup.]

[Of all the rotten luck. His coffee machine broke that morning and Crocker was in no shape to fix it. That is until he got some coffee in him. Which meant being - social but it was for coffee. So, he heads out to the nearest coffee shop and only being half awake and grouchy bumps into someone]

Watch it.

Uh...sorry.

[Even if he wasn't exactly moving...Dwight just shrugs and shift to move his arm away from Crocker's side.

Only it doesn't budge and he probably just drags Crocker forward.]

...

[Denzel grunts. Never speak before his cup of coffee. Half asleep sounding and 'enthralled' replies]

What's going on? Why am I moving on my - own? [Staring at the other rather squinty eyed, he hasn't even shaved yet...]

Edited 2012-11-29 04:02 (UTC)

[Geez...talk about not a morning person. Dwight just sort of wiggles his arm. Yeah. Not working.]

I'm trying to get my arm back...

[Tug tug. Yeap. Stuck. Now he's eyeng Crocker carefully; not sure if Curse or Trouble...]

Is that you touching me there? Do you mind? Awkward.

[Get his arm back? What did he mean? Damnit! It's too early for this crazy. Fifty - three years old and can't function somewhat right without caffeine. Now if you don't mind] I don't give a damn about your arm just get that off of me and let me get my coffee.

...no. We're stuck together.

[He glances around a bit but no one else seems to be paying attention. He isn't sure how the locals will treat the curse but better to be safe.]

Look...just try to walk away from me, okay?

I don't care if the trashcans have faces. I want my coffee. [Too early for this shit, really. And begins to try to walk away just before he's asked too and nearly falls over. His only save is the fact he's stuck together]

Edited 2012-11-29 04:44 (UTC)

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[Yeah he's not even going to ask about the trashcan thing. He gives a little grunt of surprise but really, Crocker isn't going to even budge Dwight.

The Cleaner moves to help him up but recants at the last moment. He doesn't want to get even more stuck to the other guy.]

[A very long zombie like moan] Coffffffffeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. [He may or may not be starting to die from withdrawl]

COFFEE! COFFEE! [A few crazy laughs before gnawing on his own arm. Then just hangs in the postion Denzel got himself in]

You're worse then Nathan.

[Muttered to himself and he is tempted to just drag the guy off and find a way to fix this but...it would probably draw more attention. The image of Crocker flailing for his coffee coming to mind.]

Here.

[He hands Crocker his coffee.]

Then we can figure this out away from people.

[Sniff, sniff. What's that? Why - Denzel peeks his eyes open a little more just as the cup is being put between his boney hands. It is! Sweet, deliocus coffee! After half the cup is in haled]

What the? [Noticing the angle he's hanging from before getting himself to his feet]

....... Hello.... [Looking vastly confuse on why the other man's hand is even there]

Awkward. [Tries to tug away] Odd. FAIRIES! I mean - CURSE! [Spazzing about]

Yeah, hi.

[Faeries? Dwight just shakes his head and helps Crocker steady himself. He doesn't even budge when the smaller man tugs his arm.]

I was thinking a curse. An odd and awkward one. So, what now?

Sorry! Force of habit. [With the fairies there. He knows rather well there aren't any fairies here anymore. And not a habit he'll get over anytime soon, as these 'curses' are just as bizarre.]

Yes, I do believe this is a - CURSE, as well. [Beat]
You're telling me. [Denzel doesn't like being touched much less on the hip. Though it's probably more awkward for Dwight for another reason that is alluding Crocker, as he wouldn't know gay if Mr. Turner flirted with the man and he has.]

Mmmmm. [Sipping on more coffee. Come on Crocker use that awesome brain of yours]
We either sit this out or try to find a remedy for our situation.

[Dwight just shrugs, he's watching the people in the cafe. Making sure no one was listening. Much to his surprise, no one really was. It was making him a little nervous.]

How about we do either one away from here?

[Don't worry Crocker, Dwight isn't to thrilled with having his hand attached to another person.]

I like the remedy idea. Let's try that.

Alright. [Nodding in agreement.] Lead the way. [That would help]

[Appearing deep in thought.] There's a concoction I've been researching and working on. Not exactly sure if it's completed however...

Considering, I'm missing a vital ingredient.

[Dwight glances at the cafe counter before just starting out the door. It's a set pace, so that Crocker can keep up but Dwight doesn't have to stay stooped over.]

A concoction?

...what exactly does it do?

The goal is to make you immuned to these so called - CURSES! But without a piece of the coral it's completely useless!

[Very ironcially one of Mr. Crocker's anti magical project's he will never finish]

Do you have any bright ideas?

Immune? That's...aiming a little high. Why not try and fix a few first.

[Crocker needs a piece of the coral? Well...it's something to keep in mind.]

Nope. At least nothing that doesn't result in either of us losing a limb.

What's wrong with aiming for resistance? ...What I did back home after with those fairies!

[Very distress and horrified look]

.... I'm stuck with you till this is over aren't I? Yes, I think I am.

Well, these things are supposed to all be different, right? What if your 'resistance' only works on one or two?

[Small sigh.]

Hopefully, not that long.

I know. Still doesn't mean it's not possible. Well.... It's still one or two.

Don't suppose we could grab another cup of coffee in the meantime?

Start small.

[Dwight just gives Crocker an almost amused look.]

How many cups do you need?

I suppose. I'm more one to think big. [Mumbling to himself] Considering back home I had plans to rule the universe. [Going off in a maniacal laugh before -]

...Huh? Oh three.

[And....yeah he's just going to wait for Crocker to finish. There's just no way to even begin to figure the evil laugh out...]

Uhm...right...three cups?

[And he thought the Chief had been bad.]

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