Bo Jones. Or maybe Dennis. (
nookiepowered) wrote2014-05-15 03:25 pm
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Fandom High Security Center, Thursday
"Oh God, what fresh hell is this?"
You'd think Bo was watching the security feeds, given, you know, Fandom, but no. She'd just logged into her NotaBlog account. Shellac Error, refresh, Top Coat Error, refresh, Out of Cheese Error, refre-- SURPRISE! Whole new site design!
"What. The. Frak."
Sure, she only used the thing to follow the Angelica Demesnes anonmeme anymore, but seriously? Where were the shortcuts? Where was the header? Why was there a goat in a gimp suit on the sidebar? Despite every instinct in the world screaming at her not to click...
Baaa-aaaaa-aaahhhh!!
"Oh, that's just wrong. Why would you do that?"
So yeah, anyone passing by probably still thought she was watching the security feeds. Because Fandom.
[Open!]
You'd think Bo was watching the security feeds, given, you know, Fandom, but no. She'd just logged into her NotaBlog account. Shellac Error, refresh, Top Coat Error, refresh, Out of Cheese Error, refre-- SURPRISE! Whole new site design!
"What. The. Frak."
Sure, she only used the thing to follow the Angelica Demesnes anonmeme anymore, but seriously? Where were the shortcuts? Where was the header? Why was there a goat in a gimp suit on the sidebar? Despite every instinct in the world screaming at her not to click...
Baaa-aaaaa-aaahhhh!!
"Oh, that's just wrong. Why would you do that?"
So yeah, anyone passing by probably still thought she was watching the security feeds. Because Fandom.
[Open!]
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Vic paused a moment in the hallway wondering if this Bo guy needed a moment or...
Ah, screw it.
"Excuse me," she said knocking on the doorframe. "I'm looking for Bo?"
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Jake really needed to stop hiring hot blondes. Or the other thing, the thing that wasn't stop.
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"Well then," Vic said showing off a crooked grin. "Maybe you can convince me that this place is as freaky as everyone else claims it to be."
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"Except I don't want to see that goat thing. Whatever that was."
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"I don't blame you. The udder-clamps alone..." Bo shuddered. "I repeat, why would somebody do that?" And why would they put the link to the login button there of all places?
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"Okay is this an example of the weirdness here? Because if you're watching goat porn... Well that's a pretty good example of weird right there."
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Somewhere.
"Maybe I should start over. Hi, I'm Bo. I like punching things. Today's top contender is the internet, but if we wait five minutes, I'm sure some flying tigers or exploding gummi bears will show up."
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"I can show you one of the times everybody turned into talking ponies? Nah, that's a little less impressive when you've got one on staff. How about flying fire peppers?"
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"Shit. Really?" She said watching the footage. "That's... Yeah. Okay. That's fucked up. And what's with all the bows and arrows? And Holy shit did that girl just turn into.... What the fuck did she just turn into, fog?"
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Vic gave Bo an evil grin. "Seriously? I so need that to happen for the bar brawls back home. Actually I just want to carry whatever gizmo that does that around with me and piss people off and get them to take a swing at me."
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"Well... Okay," she said after a long pause. "Keep in mind... still skeptical here but between zombies, mist girls and flying jalapeno peppers that's kind of hard to argue against."
She groaned and rubbed her head. "I'm going to kill Walt. Kill him."
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