OoC: Obviously, you OG as your avatars. Duh!
Scene: Some totally metro'd-up apartment.
*A gay porn star totally walks in and sits on a nearby futon*
Porn Star: *leafs through a Bible* Ah, a quiet evening with my favorite booki, broadway musical of the 1940's. No room-mate to bother me. How can it get any better than this?
Compass: *barges in* Oh hi Porn!
Compass: You''ll guess what happened to me on the subway this morning! This guy was talking
to me and smiling
Porn Star: Yes, yes. That' really interesting...
Compass: He was being really
friendly, too. Ha, I think he was really coming on to me. In fact, he might've thought *I* was gay
Porn Star: Why would I give a frak about some gay you met on the subway? I am trying read.
Compass: Well, you don't have to get all defensive--
Porn Star: I'm not getting all defensive! This conversation is over!
Compass: Oh alright but just so you know.... If you were gay--
Porn Star: What are you are you talking about? I AM gay, and I still don't care about every little detail of you pathetic life as talking compass. Tell me, did you pay this month's rent like I asked you to?
*The moral Comapss gets hurled out the window*
Compass: TEE~HEE! *lands in a pile of garbage*
*Nearby, a Swedish Chef was rummaging through the trash looking for ingredients.*
Swedish Chef: Bork! Bork! Bork! Bork! *finds Compass* Pork!?
Compass: I'm not food!
Swedish Chef: Fork? Fork for the Pork?
Compass: I'm not a utensil either! Gah, how come no one knows what I am? I'm the moral compass for this OG. Every OG has one. I'm what helps the good guys do the right thing.
Swedish Chef: Ah, Dork. Dork, dork, dork...
Compass: Hey! That's not nice... Can you please help me out of here, sir?
Swedish Chef: Sure! Sure, sure, sure.
*The Swedish Chef helps fish Golem out of the garbage and takes him to the to the kitchen to clean him off*
OoC: I'm not sure where this OG is supposed to lead. Do whatever you can with it.