[closed-ish] an' I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation

[beatupgrass]

Who: Rocket (beatupgrass) & various quest-goers, etc.
What: A catch-all for quests, etc.
When: September through October-ish??
Where: Various places.
Warning(s): Rocket's mouth, mostly.



[A catch-all for any quest logs I've made plans with. If I made plans with you during the CR meme for quests when they go up (or if you just want a thread), and I don't have you on plurk, PLEASE do not hesitate to PM me to do a starter for you. I would absolutely love to.]

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[beatupgrass]

Sure they will. You can make street urchins look nice if you're respectable enough. [He gives him a pat on the knee.] Just keep sulking. You're doing great.

[Rocket snickers and heads into the building, standing just a bit straighter. There's not much you can do about being three feet tall, but he's doing his best. Fortunately, the two men standing watch outside of the building that Rocket has staked out aren't gorillas. They're not much bigger than Lance, but way more convincing as street urchins. Maybe he should've had Lance muss his hair a bit.]

Hey you two, go and get your boss. Tell 'em Rocky and the Whale wanna have a little sit-down.

[Yeah, that's what you get, Lance.

The kids exchange anxious looks, and one nods and goes inside, leaving the other to watch them. He straightens up and crosses his arms over his chest trying to look bigger and he seems to be doing this all while making direct eye contact with Lance. Rocket rolls his eyes so hard they vanish into the back of his skull. The kids are gonna posture, aren't they? God help him.]