Donovan Deegan (
donovan_deegan) wrote in
isleofavalon2020-11-11 09:16 pm
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Real Men Wear Pink - OTA
Who: Donovan and whomsoever he encounters
What: Meeting is familiar and a pop up concert
Where: Shore is by the shore of the lake, at least that is lakely where this will be.
When: right after arrival
Warnings: Bad puns. Lots and lots of bad puns.
Dried off and with his feet under him, it didn't take Donovon long to accept that he was somewhere new, or that the hot pink pony sized winged Jackalope that was now holding his spare clothes in its horn was somehow his. Weird stuff happened. Or as his middle son liked to say sometimes magic is magic. Oh sure, he was pretty well aware it was some sort of code for something, but still, it worked.
Not knowing fully where he was or why, there was clearly only one thing for a man in bright pink to do. He grabbed his guitar from the back of the Jackalope and strapped it on over his shoulder and began to rock out.
Yes, that is a grandfather aged man with a bright pink familiar, in a bright pink shirt playing hard core rock and roll.
What: Meeting is familiar and a pop up concert
Where: Shore is by the shore of the lake, at least that is lakely where this will be.
When: right after arrival
Warnings: Bad puns. Lots and lots of bad puns.
Dried off and with his feet under him, it didn't take Donovon long to accept that he was somewhere new, or that the hot pink pony sized winged Jackalope that was now holding his spare clothes in its horn was somehow his. Weird stuff happened. Or as his middle son liked to say sometimes magic is magic. Oh sure, he was pretty well aware it was some sort of code for something, but still, it worked.
Not knowing fully where he was or why, there was clearly only one thing for a man in bright pink to do. He grabbed his guitar from the back of the Jackalope and strapped it on over his shoulder and began to rock out.
Yes, that is a grandfather aged man with a bright pink familiar, in a bright pink shirt playing hard core rock and roll.

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“I see, he sounds like a very fun cat to be with,” a smirk grows again in Harry’s face, “One friend from my world has a cat before, and I can bet to you that she would spoil him to death if she has the chance.”
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