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This's a summary of what I call The Bathrobe Post, because Schuldig-mun made me do it. I blame you! Yooou!

Um. The premise: On a hypercaffeisugarnated high and encouraged by Sario-mun (who, in her defense, did not think I would really do it), I decided to follow up on an old promise to one day have Thom wear a bathrobe in the bar. WTF, me!

Sario is surprised. He gets over it in time for an art lesson of sorts. As Thom's drawing of Brennan sans shirt proves satisfactory, he wants Thom to draw him again and is upset to hear that Brennan should by rights be dead. Sario settles for telling Thom to draw Alanna again instead. He asks if there's anyone else Thom is interested in drawing, with the end result that Thom draws Sario. Sario is complimentary. Thom is happy. Exit Sario.

Todd wastes no time ~~popping the question~~ asking about the bathrobe. He tries to get it off and Sario throws things at him. If one counts a stick of charcoal as things. And I do. Todd goes on to accuse Thom of being a pussy and helpfully explains what that means. Todd makes Thom guess who the next clothing-recipient will be. Thom is annoyingly stupid about it. It turns out to be Delia, annnd crazy laughter ends this scene.

Previously: Saint-Just! The crack is beautiful. He and Thom fail to hit it off and there are accusations of aristocratic degeneracy. Oddly enough, they have a kind of backwards-personal-ad moment in which they list their dislikes. Mutual dislike resumes, and Saint-Just sort-of-explains guillotining. They discuss their respective deaths.

Enter Peter Wiggin, snark at the ready. The ensuing conversation is insane. Sheep are mentioned. Exercise is personified. More snark. Peter develops monosyllabic disease but refuses treatment with leeches. Fortunately it is temporary. In the course of summarizing, I discover a comment that was left unresponded to and curse LJ and its spotty notifications. Curse!

Andreus checks out Thom's legs. They talk about various kinds of magic, including necromancy, (a very small one-person part of) the Milliways crowd, and Thom's education. Thom suggests that Andreus talk to Anthy sometime before disappearing.

Schuldig points out the danger of molestation caused by the bathrobe. And kisses Thom. His point, it is proved! Alanna gets talked about. Also people policies. Schuldig wants to know why Thom bothers being defensive. He claims he'd know it if Thom were lying, which Thom puts to the test. This leads to Schuldig suggesting that they play a game of Lie to Me, in which everything one says is the direct opposite of the truth. After some initial resistance, the game begins. They talk A LOT. A LOT A LOT A LOT. I'm not even going to bother. There are a number of touching moments. Thom winds up double-lying and leaves soon after that. This thread hurts ~~God~~ brains.

Lochiel pretends not to notice the bathrobe. Princess Bride references abound. They trade magic roses. Thom plays stupid so Lochiel gets the information he wants by magical force. Memories are thrown up, and Lochiel takes things somewhere more private. Thom challenges Lochiel, but never having been in a fight before, especially with someone of incompatible magic, he does badly. Lochiel sends him on his way with a broken wrist and a kiss. Thom's snark, at least, seems unaffected.

Thom, dazed, wanders into Brennan's room. He lies about what happened. Brennan asks (repeatedly) permission to heal Thom's broken wrist, which Thom refuses to grant. Brennan does so anyway, feeling guilty, and forces the truth out of him. Backstory is shared. Miracle of miracles, Thom doesn't even lie. Brennan finds the magical trap-link left for him by Lochiel. It's all quite angst-tastic. Thom tries to help him out, but doesn't go the distance, because he's an ass. He leaves.

I'M DONE. ALL DONE. OH MY GOD. I WEEP TEARS OF JOY. JOOOY!

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I love the crack that is this plot. And you are amazing for summarizing.

And omg SchuThom OTP. XD

So much summary. Somewhere, Farfarello ~~eats intestines for breakfast~~ thanks me.

Schu/Thom is très fucked up. :D

WTFYOU! Poor bathrobed Thom.

And do not mention Farfarello. We're at Milliways. He might show up. *looks around nervously*

Farfarello: *steals your goat*

And then crucifies it, I bet. *sulks*

God: *cries*

Baby Jesus: *EATS YOUR EYEBALLS WITH HIS SHINY SHINY EYETEETH* >:D

God: Oh good my son! Why have you become a canni -- a demicannibal?

Baby Jesus: *gurgles charmingly* Pwotein!

God: Now now Josh-y boy. You know what Daddy always says about fad diets.

Baby Jesus: Your eyeballs taste good bwue. *burps*

God: That's not what I -- put that -- Jesus you put those eyeballs down right now! Do you want a time out?

Baby Jesus: Sthpank me, Daddy. *leers*

*SCREAMS*

YOU WIN.

*smug* Always.

This thread is hilarious. *loves you both*

<3 for YOU. :D

Me? Why me? You both rock awesomely. Me, I hardly even play. My characters are dusty! See? See?

.. damnit, they got dusted. Nevermind.

*hug!*

*hug!* Now you'll never be rid of me!

Excellent. What could I do without a Thom-mun?
...

More importantly, what could I do with with a Thom-mun? *ponders* Hmm.

Ummm...

It slices! It dices! It makes Julie-Ann's fries!

But mostly it quotes shit. XD

Brennan is broken, poor boy. As am I.

*up far too late*

I am sorryyy! *tackle hug*

Go sleepy. Silly. *petpets*

*applauds* Wow. I don't know what to do with your new dedication to summarization. I feel so lazy. :P

Would this be the night I went to sleep, woke up five hours later, got back online and found you still playing? *cackles*

You're the lazy one? UM. I laugh now.

Yes. It was. *remembers and weeps sleepy shakey tears*

*Tosses Thom in bathtub. Smirks* :D

Thom: *squeaks*