Dibs! I get dibs on ALL uniformed men! DIIIIIBS!
Originally posted by Paul the Younger**
Come on, Paul - I always need another shot of Baileys. Or O’Darby’s, or Carolans…
…but only to keep brachyrhynchos from catching him staring. 
[sub](Thanks, branchy! I been trying to figger out where I’d fit into this menagerie.)[/sub]
After branchy exits the pool, Tygr stretches and saunters around back to the grill to see if there’s any rare-cooked meat in the offing. After sampling some excellent ribs, he pads through the house to the game room. He watches the goings on there until, tiring of the fascination with multi-sided die, he ambles off through the east wing, pausing to enjoy the lovely music being created. Seeing that dusk is falling, he switches on the pool lights and returns to settle himself beside the natural waterfall that flows into the pool.
Ogre walks up the front path, his shoes worn through and his overalls threadbare. A hobo bag hangs from a stick slung over his shoulder.
He pauses at the front door, doffs his hat and wipes the sweat away with a handkerchief.
<rings the doorbell once, waits patiently.>
But Tripler’s not in uniform right now, if you’ll reference a few posts up. He’s about the yard buck nekkid and about to be the center of attention.
Although we could have played “capture the flag” if he had a loin cloth.
::adjusts camo cap, checks paintball ammo (blue pellets) and heads out into the yard::
<Balance swiftly and deftly disarms SpaceGhost, causing only minimal damage to various arm bones, and pitches the weapon into the brush>
I don’t like guns. Oh, look, here comes the Y2K bug–you’d better hide in your bunker for a while.
<Grabs the first aid kit and goes after Jack>
Cleaning out the PVC barrel of the Great Cannon.
Tell Manhatten to get his butt out to the stockyard to feed the goats.
What are we gonna shoot into orbit, if all the goats starve?
With Jack suitably bandaged ('Twas but a flesh wound), Balance returns to gaming–stopping along the way to let Ogre in.
“How fortuitous–we need an ogre about now. Follow me.”
But… He’s GOT one. That’s the important thing. And he wears it, daily. Heh. Oh, Triiiiiiiplerrrrrrrrrrr…
Ogre, just the hobo we’ve been waiting for. Please, do make yourself at home. Have a drink? All I gots is wine…wait, isn’t there a rule about hoboes and wine?
Hey, anybody wanna go bowling? There is a bowling alley on the third sublevel of the house, right? Dang. This place needs a map somethin’ fierce.
looks up into the evening sky just in time to see a hot air balloon cruise in front of the biggest, fullest moon of all time
<Following Balance>
Nice Place. Y’all got any odd jobs to do around here?
<Ducks to avoid swinging chandelier with drunken Doper attached.>
Not all of them! Don’t be stingy! There’s at least one I want; surely you can share, can’t you? 
:Bunny crawls on her belly through the hedge near the house and speaks softly into her head-set:
Screech, our target has been seen entering the barn through the north-west door. Do you copy? What’s your location?
Odd? They’re downright weird!
The earlier talk of dancing put me in the mood for a ball. I think I’ll send out a few invitations & wax the floor. Grab your ballgowns ladies…
Great idea! League starts up in a couple of weeks, so it’s a good time to warm up. I believe the elevator to the sub-levels are near the back, just past The Velveteen Rub.
<starts singing Faire songs again>
“…I went to a fancy ball
It was slippery in the hall
I was a-feared that I might fall
'cause I had me on no trousers!”
:: silently parts two rhododendum shrubs, pokes a head through, looks around, and stealthily goes back into the shrubbery ::
Aye, there after me Lucky Charms!
:: runs off buck nekkid ::
Tripler
And shootin’ at 'em with paintballs! Aye!
:Bunny rushes out of the bushes, drops to one knee, shoots Tripler in the right hiney cheek. He falls into the trout stream, which he was in the process of hurdling, right buttock covered in paint, and gives a yelp of surprise.
screech, bring the rope. We’ve got 'im.
:runs off to pull her victim out of the water:
<distractedly, as he rolls a Dex check>
Actually, I think Lucky is watching Persephone down by her altar, taking notes.
<fails Dex check–the elf’s gonna be smelly for a while; dragon dung doesn’t wash out easily>
Being part Marine, Tripler is able to hold his breath and swim underwater like a fish. While BunnyGirl is thrashing about in the water, our now blue-assed hero surfaces 50 yards away, and sneakily crawls back into the local shrubbery. . .
:: parts the bushes and watches BunnyGirl splish and splash away, and quietly folds back into the brush ::
Tripler
Ow, my ass hurts. . . :eek:
Ignoring the hi-jinxs of the blue-assed booby, Ginger decides that it’s time to re-do her suite.
Now, shall I paint, or wallpaper? Do I want pine wainscotting or beech?
Oh to hell with it. I’m just gonna watch Tripler run around nekkid. Someone clear a spot for me on the porch, wouldja?