Jail Cell Mee

[memezillamods]

The Jail Cell Meme

 
"What are you in for?"

Maybe you've only been arrested, or you've been convicted. 
Holding cell, prison cell, your choice.
There's now bars between you and the outside world.
Hope you like your cell mate.
And your guards.

Comments

[stoogesofsanfran]

Aye, Santa's real alright. And powerful 'nuff that the ol' prune bag wanted his chi.



That's how we'd know he was evil. Yanno, if we didn't already from all the enslavin' and torturin' and whatnot.



Yanno, we never did find out how that went down.

[of_the_rat_variety]

And here I thought I just had a shitty parent!

[stoogesofsanfran]

Ain't nobody shittier than Daolon Wong.



Not even Shendu.



I dunno, Tarakudo wasn't so consistently bad, but when he was shitty, he was awful.

[of_the_rat_variety]

I was still talking about why I didn't get Christmas presents.

[stoogesofsanfran]

Oh. Nope, that was Santa tryin' ta tell ya somethin', alright.



Can be surprisin', findin' out which'a the old wives' tales are true, huh?

[He probably shouldn't be taking another drink of tequila before he starts eating. But he is.]

[of_the_rat_variety]

Not so surprising when you grow up with necromancers for parents. [She's digging in.]

[stoogesofsanfran]

Yeah, that'd do it.

[He's already been shoveling food into his mouth. Big guy, big appetite.]



Bit more surprisin' when yer folks thought magic was a bunch'a baloney.



Even when they don't, ye never know which've the legends is real. Never did see any proof of 'em 'til I was grown.

[of_the_rat_variety]

[She waves her hands to some of the artefacts and spell components around the room. There's some eyeballs in a jar that look way too big to be from any 'normal' creature.] My parents used to say that there's truth to every legend.

[stoogesofsanfran]

Startin' ta think they got the right idea.



Considerin' we've seen stuff from all over the place.



Jes' be glad we were in and outta Ireland. Don' wanna find out what's true and what ain't about faeries.

[of_the_rat_variety]

[She laughs,] I don't know, but their wings are really potent.

[stoogesofsanfran]

Ain't pixies I'm worried about.



Well, good thing we's gonna be stayin' right here in America from now on, right?



Too bad San Francisco's turnin' into such a magnet for supervillains.

[of_the_rat_variety]

I'm pretty sure a lot of them were here already. [She's getting herself some more booze. Whiskey, apparently.]

[stoogesofsanfran]

Wouldn't be surprised. Figure there's gotta be a reason they set up Section 13 here, even though they didn't know where the Dark Hand was based.



Guess there's just somethin' about us that makes magic folk take notice.



Yanno, Shendu was Valmont's fault, but the rest didn't start until after you decided to nab that cursed emerald...

[of_the_rat_variety]

It's about as likely to be the curse of the emerald as it is the sounds of my parents fucking that brought shit here.

[stoogesofsanfran]

And I've told ye a thousand times, Ratso. That curse went back to Chan when he agreed to take the emerald back. It ain't got a thing t'do with us runnin' into every boogeyman in town.

[Booze, he needs more of that booze. The bottle is already about half gone now...]



Uhh, Finn...maybe you oughta slow down on that...

[of_the_rat_variety]

At this point he's going to be useless in a fight. We might as well celebrate our jail break and go lizard hunting tomorrow.

[stoogesofsanfran]

Yer own fault I needed the booze.



Ain't like he's likely ta go nowheres, anyhow.



Yeah, it's not like a dragon kid can just go rent an apartment or nothin'.

[of_the_rat_variety]

[She's throwing back her whiskey,] Then let's get wasted.

[stoogesofsanfran]

In that case, gimme some'a that! I ain't stickin' ta the sissy stuff if we ain't doin' no fightin'.



I'm gonna have such a mess to deal wit' tomorrow...

[of_the_rat_variety]

[She passes it,] Maybe I should break out the Deadman's Surprise.

[stoogesofsanfran]

Sounds interestin'.

[He takes a swig of the whisky, not even flinching as it goes down. For someone barely old enough to legally drink, he seems plenty used to the hard stuff. Then again, he's not the sort to care much about legality in the first place.]

[of_the_rat_variety]

[She cackles,] Finish eating, you're going to need it.

[stoogesofsanfran]

That there sounds like a challenge.

[Not that he isn't eating. Apparently his appetite came back.]



Sounds like somethin' that's gonna put you on yer ass!



Sounds like a real headache for me.

[of_the_rat_variety]

[Ratso, you don't know the half of it.

At least she isn't having them smoke arcane essence... this time.

She's going to finish up her food and clear her plates.] Help clean up or you're cut off from my supply.

[She figures that will get them moving... if she even needed to do that.]

[stoogesofsanfran]

Got it, got it.

[He gets up from his empty plate, takes another swig of whisky, and then starts piling up his dishes.]



Jes' a second...

[Wobble wobble. Okay, he's...up? He hasn't fallen back into his chair yet, anyway. Why is balance so hard when he's drunk?]