//------------------------------// // Party Quirks // Story: Whose Line: MLP // by Harbinger Of Mist //------------------------------// Welcome back, once again. This next game is called "Party Quirks". Bright, you are going to be hosting a party, and everyone else will be attending with a strange charateristic or quirk provided to them by those envelopes -they have never seen them before-. *Dull and Blunt look at their suggestions with mild interest and Star is dropping his jaw* I'm going to bring them in one at a time, and it is your job to guess who they are. *Walks over to Drew's desk, slaps his card down in front of him and mouths with the appropriate front leg movements "what the f*** - is this s***?"* Take it up with the producer, bud. Oh my god... *continues to study quirk in utter disbelief* So, whenever you're ready. Take it away. Bright had just finished setting out the snacks for his party and was eagerly awaiting his guests to arrive. "Perfect! Everything's done. oh, just in time, my guests should be here any minute..." The doorbell rings and he goes to answer. "Hey, Dull! Glad you could make it." [A velociraptor that plays the banjo] Dull stood clumsily on his back hooves and with his front legs tucked to his chest. he lets out a meek roar and stumbles through though the doorway, barely maintaining his balance. He holds his hooves out in front of him and shakes his right one frantically to pretend to play a small jig in the middle of the living room. "Nice to see you, too." Bright completes his greeting before hearing the doorbell again and answering. "Star!" [Flirtatious neat freak still attending high school who questions his own gender] "Hey there, handsome. Your glasses are crooked." Star adjusts them. "Think you could help me with my algebra? I've got other things to worry about." He hangs his head down in the direction of his groin. "Well!" Bright anxiously brings him inside. "I'll let you tend to that. Why don't you have some punch?" Dull lets out a high-pitched screech and begins dancing like a hillbilly. The doorbell rings again and Bright goes back to greet the next guest. "Hey! You're the guy who flipped me off in traffic this morning." [John Wayne who cannot move at all unless he is speaking] Blunt stand at the entrance completely motionless for a moment before making his way inside. "I have no-thin bet-ter to DO this evening." He freezes in place once more in the living room for a second. "Mmmy cable is out." He pauses yet again as he started to pour himself some punch. Dull dances over to Blunt and begins to hum a tune in his screeching voice. "Brigiding ding ding brigiding ding ding ding..." Blunt takes offence. "Aaaay, whaddaya t'ink yoor doin'?" He puts his cup down to turn and face him. "I oughtta knock t'at smirk offa yoor face!" He halts right as he grabs Dull by the neck and winds up a punch. Bright comes in to interfere by grabbing Dull out of Blunt's grasp and standing in his place. "Whoa, whoa! Hold on, guys." "ShyUUUdup!" Blunt finishes his punch by landing it on Bright's face and holding it suspended in midair after impact. "I'll deal with you later." Star is too preoccupied with Bright's decor. "Oh this painting doesn't match the wall. I'd be happy to help you get a new one if you help my with my biology homework." He walks over to Dull and wraps himself in his dangling hooves. "Oooh! And who's your friend?" He stares lovingly into his eyes as he rubs his own crotch. Dull rears back to roar and bash Star over the head in a clumsy manner. He begins singing another tune as star falls to the ground. Bright goes to help Star back up. "Okay, look. I think it's best you don't try to make friends with a redneck velociraptor." Oh, oh! What instrument is he playing?! "Oh, a banjo!" Yes! *Buzzes Dull out* "Ay what kinda wise guy t'rows a party wit'out chips 'n'--" Blunt makes a confrontational stumble over to Bright and freezes. "...dip?!" He takes one more step. Star interferes by throwing himself over the statue-like Blunt. "Oh my. If you could learn to coif your mane, I just might ask you to the prom. In fact..." He starts combing. Blunt walks straight out from under him. "Hey, I don' need t' take t'is, I'm outta here." He starts to shamble his way out but stops just short of the front door. Bright yells back. "Well, fine! Then leave! I never invited any John Wayne anyway!" Uh, close. But what else? Blunt turns around and walks back. "Wait, I fergot my car keys." He stops in the middle of the room before scanning with a pointed hoof. "Now, where did I leave 'um?" "You're gonna have trouble getting home if you can only move while talking." There we go! *Buzzes Blunt out* Star leans up against Bright and bats his eyes. "Sooo... Wanna go test out some 'stuff' I got from my buddy? Or do you wanna help me figure out if I should 'give or receive'?" He starts to massage Bright's chest, to which he takes offense. "Okay, you need to stop hitting on everyone." And... "And I'd appreciate it if you didn't fix every little thing you saw." Aaand... Bright was beginning to wince. "Aaand... You shouldn't even be here; it's a school night!" AAAAAAND!... *Leans over desk* "WHAT?!" Bright voices his shock. "Okay!..." He hold an accusative hoof at Star as he just stands looking back with a quizzical expression. "It doesn't make it any easier for either of us since I have a unisex name." Star states. Bright struggles to speak. All he could do was vibrate his hoof and stomp in frustration. "G-... gyah!" He starts biting his lip and growling. Star backs away in fear. "MMMMMMMMMM... I give up!!" He questions his own gender. "Gah!!" Bright flings his front hooves into the air and topples over onto his back while Star returns to his seat. Alright, alright. Come on, man. it's alright. I wouldn't have guessed it either. Yeah, just give me a moment. Well, that's all the time we have for now. but don't go away!"