Uncle Ben? Aunt May?

Please come back. Please.

You can't leave. You have to come back. Dad said he would be back... and... and he never came back. So you have to come back.

Has anyone seen my bison?

His name is Mister Bison.

And he's brown.

SALUFUCKINGATIONS,

my motherfuckers.

I BID YOU WELCOME

to the motherfucking carnival.

[brief, fuzzy, 38 second clip. initial audio is all static. brief, teetering glimpse of a grinning skull. beneath it, lips move. the words are unintelligible.

out of focus. a laugh like a rattle, or the braying of a hyena, cut off mid-chortle. from the depth of his voice, the size of his body may be gauged as "fucking gigantic".]


[[ooc: the Grand Highblood is on the beach! for the duration of the event, he will be constantly emanating chucklevoodoos - think of it as a fear miasma - in a 100 ft radius. if you wish to approach, you'd better have a stern constitution and a joke ready. ... and it had better be funny. ]]

Well would you look at that. Can't say I ever expected to be back here!

[ The Nathan in front of the camera looks more or less the same. Shorter hair and a few extra tattoos, but other than that, hasn't aged a day. But certain things about his demeanor are different — not quite as jumpy and tetchy, a fair bit calmer. No less of an asshole, just more settled into his skin and his lot in life. He kicks his feet up on the desk and leans back in his chair, fingers laced behind his head. ]

What's that all about? You go out for a few decades, see the world, sample certain international delights if you catch my meaning, die — oh, I don't know — a few dozen times, and then you get sent straight back to everyone's favourite tropical prison? Guess it makes sense if you really think about it though. To dust we shall return, right?

[ Look at this douche, smug as shit that he can be so world-weary and philosophical. ]

And by dust I do mean fictional bullshit, of course. Apparently that's all we ever were.

So not that I'm expecting much of a fanfare, it's been for-fucking-ever, but hey! You never know. So who's still here? Victor? Ramona? My ungrateful twat of a flatmate, whatever the hell his name was? Karkat? C'mon, we can get the whole gang together... not that there ever really was a gang. But you understand what I'm saying, don't you?

Christ, I actually missed this place a little. Suppose that's part of getting to be an old man.

... good thing I have experience raising children, because the child population of this island suddenly got a lot higher.

And yet, I remain untouched. Truly bizarre.

[ Have a Ramona. She looks somewhat older, with longer hair and a little thinner face. It looks as though she's settled down a bit, though the alarming shade of green in her hair seems to speak otherwise. She leans back in her chair, cradling her red bass in her lap and strums a few chords, looking otherwise bored. ]

So far so normal here. I don't know why anyone's still being surprised after so long. "Oh! So the whole island's turned into babies again? Better stock up on formula. Maybe next week we'll all have babies, or everyone will be blind again. Nothing's ever new anymore. Frankly, with all this crap happening all the time, I always wonder how this place gets anything done.

Where am I? Am I... dead?

( A figure with gray skin and a shock of bright red hair surveys the island from above. Anyone who happened to look up wouldn't be able to miss it; his large horns and even larger wings instantly gave him away. He's just one of the many 'new' faces who arrived in the past few days, but something about him is oddly familiar. )

Then it's over. The revolution failed.

( He is filming his view of New Moore from atop the roof of his—or Tavros'—apartment building. )

Gotta tell you, this was not what I thought the afterlife would be like.

( He sighs, defeated, and falls quiet for a second. )

... unless it's not.

( But only a second. As he thinks aloud, his words re-energize him. )

This could be another timeline. Another world. Another chance... what else can I do but take it?

( The camera pans down as it lowers to his side. He takes a few steps towards the edge of the building. Whatever he is planning, he intends it to be big. Death is not something he fears. )

To die would be an awfully big adventure!

( The Summoner crows and takes flight, the video feed catching his every move as he soars over the island. His adventure had just begin. )

Who: Castle, his usual ruggedly-handsome self thebestseller and a teenage Kate Beckett stormfan1117
What: A suddenly teenage Kate Beckett meets the object of her fannish affections. Castle is a little lost.
When: August 19th
Warnings: Fangirling.

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So, does this happen often, or am I not justified in being more than a little weirded out?

[ PRIVATE // Locked to Tommy ]

At least now our grandfather looks like our grandfather.

Please tell me you haven't suddenly aged overnight, too...

I'd seriously like to go home already. I already told you people, my mom doesn't have any money and I'm not anything special.

[ Yup, it's another small child. But this one is all grins. ]

So who wants to join the Burners? We do really cool things like race and fight bad guys!