Also, so as to not just be a waste of thread space, I encourage others to share their most awkward RP moments.
With that said, in this instance of awkward RP moments, poor Naft had to write a post involving his character and a public bathroom. Furthermore he had to post it in the most active room of the Multiverse, Gambit's Bar.
[21:20] Naft: youuu
[21:20] Naft: rppppp
[21:20] Naft: wheeeen
[21:21] Tiko: Now?
[21:21] Naft: Yus
[21:21] Naft: Nao.
[21:22] Tiko: Okay.
[21:23] Naft: So..
[21:23] Naft: where?
[21:24] Tiko: Tychos bathroom
[21:24] Tiko: Or... the bathroom in Gambit's. Whichever.
[21:24] Tiko: ^ Totally NOT joking.
[21:25] Naft: >_>
[21:25] Naft: Er.
[21:26] Naft: ...How exposed?
[21:26] Naft: I am not writing Tycho taking a dump.
[21:26] Naft: :P
[21:26] Tiko: I don't care. It's just so that Balthazar isn't lurking.
[21:26] Naft: Aaaah.
[21:26] Naft: Gotcha
[21:27] Naft: So. Start with in Gambit's?
[21:27] Tiko: Sure. This could be amusing if there's people in there RPing.
[21:27] Naft: There are.
[21:27] Tiko: I'm making you scene set.
[21:27] Tiko: >:)
[21:27] Tiko: Just so I can laugh.
[21:27] Naft: ...you suck
[21:33] Naft: Hmmm.
[21:33] Naft: Prose'll be watching too...
[21:33] Naft: Should we cut up a floor for the actual scene?
[21:33] Naft: o.o
[21:34] Tiko: <_<
[21:34] Tiko: I like bottom floor.
[21:34] Tiko: *nods*
[21:34] Naft: Yer killin' me.
[21:34] Naft: :P
[21:34] Naft: So we're sticking to the Gambit's Bar?
[21:34] Tiko: Yup
[21:34] Naft: I am never going to live this down. XD
NotAFlyingToy wrote:Tycho's footsteps carried him into the bar, but the shuffling and dancing that accompanied the normally measured strides wasn't due to a tune in his head; that was for sure. Well, unless the tune was a waterfall. Or a dripping faucet. Or some other kind of water movement system.
Ohfuckitallhereallyhadtopee.
And it wasn't the normal kind of "Just steppin' in for a tinkle" type of pee. Oh, no. He was going to unleash the NILE on this one. The doors had barely swung close on his form as his panicked eyes darted around the bar, taking in any kind of exit, forgetting completely where the facilities were in his sudden need. His eyes rested on each and every single object meant to hold water; hell, even glasses weren't out of an option at this point.
Rule number sixteen of adventuring was apparently go before you set out on a path to the undead world, and don't drink so much water while on said path. Or maybe that was rule sixteen and seventeen.
Fuck it.
Rushing towards the little man sign on the far door, knocking a table over in haste, Tycho duck-walked, goose-stepped, and various other aviation-themed style marches until he was safely inside. There was a hiss of a zipper, so loud and violent that the unsuspecting patrons inhabiting the bar surely heard it. They may also have heard the muffled "Shit!" as the fastener was broken in the process.
And then, definitely audible, was the elongated moan of sweet, sweet release.
[21:35] Naft: Hope your happy.
[21:36] Tiko: I might need a minute.
[21:36] Naft: Okay.
[21:37] Tiko: Yeah, now *I* gotta pee from laughing.
[21:37] Naft: I hate you.
[21:37] Naft: For the record.
[21:37] Naft: So much.
[21:43] Tiko: I'm logging this one.
[21:43] Naft: Oh my god you SUCK.
[21:43] Naft: :P
[21:44] Tiko: <3
[21:44] Tiko: Don't worry, I'm sure you'll find a way to get even someday.
[21:44] Naft: One can only hope.
[21:44] Naft: Post for me jerkface.