STAAAAAIRS...

[pchaaair]

Characters: TAVROS AND ANYONE THAT WANTS TO JOIN IN? Mingle forever guys. Make new threads and respond to other threads as much as you want!!
Setting: The stairs.
Format: Starting with action, but I can match!
Summary: A katamari of people going down the stairs.
Warnings: ... Stairs. Lots of stairs.

[SO ANIMUS, how about those stairs? They're pretty painful to fall down sometimes, aren't they? Especially when a bunch of people (and trolls) get caught up in it.]

[ooc; SO HOW ABOUT THAT STAIR KATAMARI GUYS?]

Comments

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

[Poland always gets into these messes. He's kind of screaming and he is pretty sure he feels a hand tangled up in his hair or something and a hand on his back.]

Dude, let go!

[i-luv-syrup.livejournal.com]

Sorry Poland, I think my belt's caught on your shirt.

[Don't worry, it's not a rapist, just Canada.]

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

[Wait, which one's Canada...]

Get it off then oh my gosh!

[i-luv-syrup.livejournal.com]

I'd love to but you're on my arm.

[Yep, he's stuck half spooning Poland with his other arm twisted behind him. interesting.]

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

I can't move so like, you have to move!

[Poland's pretty sure this is bordering on inappropriate.]

[i-luv-syrup.livejournal.com]

Calm down, I'm trying. [Don't mind Canada, he's just going to wiggle and try to get his arm back.]

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, he's screaming because he is pretty sure you just touched his side.] Try better!

[i-luv-syrup.livejournal.com]

Poland, Calm down! [It was rare that Canada raised his voice but he did, managing to get himself mostly away from Polan except for the arm that was still pinned under him.]

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

[He can't calm down because Canada is basically a stranger and he's still touching him!]

Move your arm!

[Aaand Poland's being pushed into him again. Kind of screaming again.]

[pchaaair]

I'm sorry, um, I didn't mean to do that.

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

Then stop it or something!

[pchaaair]

[STOPS IT.]

It's just, err, really hard to get out.

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

[Oh. That was easy. He likes someone who takes command.]

I totally don't like this.

[pchaaair]

[HE JUST DOESN'T LIKE MAKING PEOPLE UNCOMFORTABLE.]

I'm sorry. I'm not really, err, a fan of it either, to be honest.

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

[NOT LIKING TO MAKE PEOPLE UNCOMFORTABLE. GOOD AT TAKING DEMANDS. SAME THING.]

Maybe we could like...stop it.

[pchaaair]

It's kind of hard to stop it right now, err, since it's already happened.

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

So we totally break the rule and stop what's already happened!

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

[Of course he had been caught up in the entire thing too, somehow, and ended up landing on the small pole, swearing quietly in Russian--when he said he wanted to be close to people, this wasn't quite what he meant.]

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

[And Poland's realizing he is much too close to Russia as he tries shoving him away.]

Oh my gosh oh my gosh go away!

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

[And of course that pushed Russia into the rest of the pile, on top of him, and he grunted, smacking Poland's hand, with the hand that he could move] Stop that! I cannot... I am being stuck.

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

[Poland could feel Russia touching him and that was a big no.] I'm going to get your cooties or something!

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

[Ivan grimaced and he tried to get away, but his other arm was stuck, and his attempts to get away, just squished him closer to the Pole] I am not having cooties!

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

[Well Poland's horrified by all of this.] Oh my God...I think I can smell you...

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

[Russia looked just as disgusted, and at the very least he didn't smell heavily of vodka for once. Look on the bright side, Poland?] You are sounding like an idiot again, Pol'sha. You are tiny. Can you not be squeezing from underneath?

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

[True, but still. Smelling Russia is not Poland's idea of fun.] I'm not tiny, I'm petite or fun-sized! [Which is...tiny.] You honestly expect me to touch more people? As if.