12 May 2014 @ 07:42 pm
 
so i get the whole thing with "pokémon rights" and all.
and how we totally shouldnt be making them fight for our own amusement.
but i got four bored as hell pokés here squaring off against each other.
not to mention im also bored as hell.
doubt any of you really got much of a shot against me, but who wants to throw down?
 
 
29 April 2014 @ 08:05 am
 
what happens when you beat a game of haunted kirby 64
i mean all seventy four crystal shards and everything
like
does anything special happen if you happen to beat it at exactly midnight on the cusp of a new moon
and can i outrun it on crutches
 
 
05 April 2014 @ 07:16 pm
 
I don't know what people do on extended vacations. It's too quiet. I can't focus. Do you feel like you're being punished? At least I was able to rescue most of my wardrobe. I'm cutting up the rest for rags. Not that there's much to cut.


[Voicemail for the Once-ler] )

[Voicemail for Bro] )

[Voicemail for Dave] )

[Voicemail for the Doctor] )
 
 
02 April 2014 @ 10:09 pm
I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.
 
 
29 March 2014 @ 08:34 pm
[Set up in Sheska's room, the phone is getting a great view of what an absolute mess she's made of it. There are clothes everywhere. The woman of the hour is wearing red and black lace chemise and pouting into the nearly empty interior of her closet.]

Oh my gaaaaawd... I have, like, nothing to wear. This is awful! What was I thinking when I bought all this junk? I guess it's fine for work, or whatever, but you can't go out in this stuff! I mean look at this.

[She pulls out a lavender lace dress, holding it up in disgust.]

What am I, sixty? Are we having a tea party? Puh-leeze. I need something fun and fresh and attractive already. Alright...

[She spins to face the camera with a brilliant smile, one foot cocked and arms up in a little victory sign.]

Shopping spree~ I am way overdue for a new wardrobe. Who wants to come with~?
 
 
29 March 2014 @ 03:24 pm
im willing to grant that the weather this month hasnt been ideal for participation in the greatest of american pastimes
by which i mean sitting on your asses and watching shit go down
im a gracious guy i can understand not feeling the patriotic spirit under heavy showers of volcano rock and hot ash
so im absolving everyone of their mens lax duties
but the rink is indoors
if i get out on the ice and see no ones shown up to our last hockey game of the season
im disowning all of you
even those rare souls im somehow not related to
if those actually exist
 
 
12 March 2014 @ 09:00 pm
 
I hope we're not starting summer early. The heat wave was bad enough last time. Is everyone doing all right? Do we need to make air conditioner or water bottle runs for anyone? I have some free time at the moment...



[Private text to Koizumi]
I overestimated the amount that my recipe was going to make and have far too much for me. Have you eaten already?

[Private text to Sirius]
When we spoke a while ago... You said you had something to help with a dreamless sleep. I don't suppose you still have any of that available, do you?
 
 
08 March 2014 @ 06:34 pm
 
In light of recent events, it seems like a good time to mention Principal Dinkerton saw fit to allow me to continue job shadowing Mr. Coulson in a more official, work-study capacity.
By recent events, I of course mean the fact that I have literally seen into your dreams.
There is nothing left to hide.
You can sign up for peer sessions at Student Services.




Also,
Kate didn't exactly want to be here.
I think it's ok that she's been "released" back into her own life.
So feel free to stop texting me about it.
 
 
02 March 2014 @ 10:30 pm
Who: England, Julie Grigio, James Potter, Bro Strider
What: Event thingssssss come and play
When: Feb 27th - March 3rd
Warnings: ... All of my characters. Possible nightmare themes depending on who tags.

---

England )


Julie Grigio )


James Potter )


Bro Strider )
 
 
01 March 2014 @ 01:17 pm
Who: Aisling, Sheska
What: Dreams and Nightmares
When: Feb 27th - March 2nd, whenever you sleep
Warnings: Sheska's nightmares contain violence, gore, blame, and a twisting of the senses. Aisling's dreams contain flashes of violence and death, but at a remove and only if you okay them.

NOTES:
None of these dreams take place at the same time unless prearranged with me. Otherwise everyone has their own experience separate from others.
Dreams are arranged by comment hierarchy within. Aisling has two thread types - utterly peaceful and serene, and calm with flashes of history/sorrow. Sheska has one mode - nightmares. (Though it may not look like one at first.) Please comment under the dream you wish to enter.
 
 
28 February 2014 @ 12:13 pm
WHO: Wayward Vagabond, Hiccup, Phil Coulson, Peter Pan, The Once-ler, R
WHAT: i've got dreams like you - no, really!
WHEN: whenever between Feb.27 - Mar.2 during sleepin' time. up to you.
NOTE: please just state which option/character you're going for and tag away. yoo it's technically a log even if you're spamming me. 5+ comments for your activity. this is a good idea guys.
WARNINGS: some dreams may take a turn for the worse depending on who it is / what happens.


[ OPTION A: CAN TOWN ]
the mayor )
[ OPTION B: HOW TO DREAM A DRAGON ]
hiccup )
[ OPTION C: IT'S A MAGICAL PLACE. ]
coulson )
[ OPTION D: WHERE'S MY BACKUP CHORUS? ]
the once-ler )
[ OPTION E: THE DEAD DON'T DREAM ]
r )
[ OPTION F: COME WITH ME WHERE DREAMS ARE BORN AND TIME IS NEVER PLANNED ]
peter pan )
 
 
15 February 2014 @ 06:21 pm
 
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y*ou` k•now¸ wh`*ere i¸ do•nt wa¸nt the`m?•
ri¸gh•t ¨fu`ck¸ing h•er¸e*.
*a•ll u¨p i*n my• t•ext¨ like* un*nece¨•ssary •sid¨e plots¨.
w`ha¸t the fuc¸k is this.¸
 
 
06 February 2014 @ 11:15 am
the human tradition of valentine's day involves trying to please people you find attractive with confectioneries and dead flowers. the end.

now no more asking! it is ridiculous to not bother looking at prior posts on this! your questions are already answered because six people already asked the question! we do not need more than one post addressing your love of tiny edible hearts. YOU CAN STOP NOW. NOBODY CARES.

let us discuss the more wonderful matter this month brings us.
it is CANNED FOOD MONTH.
can town will be celebrating with daily parades.
 
 
27 January 2014 @ 03:53 pm
im alive you can stop missing me now
 
 
10 January 2014 @ 10:59 am
[Iiiiit's big Dave. And in the background of his apartment, is that--]

So in the absence of an actual overlording alien seabitch to take down, it looks like my part in the Great Earth Turf War's been declassed to arguing with troll kindergartners about Dita Disgusta and how she definitely isn't the hero of Turbo Transformin' Power Soldiers. For the record, "Yeah huh she is!" is not a valid point of debate no matter how many exclamation points you tack to the end.

["Shut up, it totally matters!"

Oh god, is that little Vriska scratching up his furniture in the background? Dave, why.]


Yeah, no. Anyway, as dialogically fulfilling as I find this kind of intellectual back-and-forth, the little larva's looking for her mom. And I'm looking not to brood the Empress's get. Also she ate all the bacon I made for lunch. So if anyone's seen like a giant spider--

["Like, HUUUUUUUUGE!"

Dave has to tilt his head a little to indicate how hard he may be rolling his eyes behind his sunglasses.]


--Okay, a huge giant spider, drop me a line. Name's Dave Strider. Like the movie guy.
 
 
10 January 2014 @ 12:51 am


[A much older Carol greets you today, New Moore. Older and rather exasperated.]

I see New Moore is up to it's usual shenanigans. Would it be too much to ask for a little warning?

Alright, New Moore Alliance: Status report. Who's affected by whatever this is and do we need to set up a response or is this the parakeet thing all over again?
 
 
08 January 2014 @ 10:56 pm
 
Hello there, quick introductions and then a small favor to ask.
This place is a bit moere humanly populated than the last few so this ought to go quicikly.
A bit about me, I am a noted astrophysicist, accomplished author, thoroughly drunk mother.
I know I only just arrived but i have a few requests to make of you and than I promise I’ll be out of your hair and into a fresh martini.
Firstly I’m lookign for a daughtre of mine, shes about teenage girl sized with short blonde hair, perfect nose, proud chin and a sharp mouth.
Her name is Rose and shes too clever to be lost, but also too clever to stay someplace safe so if you might direct me to her I’d be ingredibly crateful
*incredibly
**grateful
Secondly is a Mister Egbert sr., missing a missus which plays decidedly in my favor.
He’s somewhat tall, wears a hat, exceptionally handsome in a rugged way but alsoa little soft
Of course I don’t mind, as I’m perfectly capable to take down my far sahre of the opponents whilst he is some sort of purfayor of baked goods with exceptionally tough fisticuff manuvers.
which is adorable!
Last seen standing between me and a wild dog creature, with my friend was being very brave and very stupid.
I’ve mostly balcked out what comes after that and am eagaer to finish off the rest with this flask of bourbon, as there was some light mauling, and possibly death?
We’d had our fair share of wine at that point tho, which may have explained my fuzzy memory of such a potentially grisly demise.
Also our losing, of course.
Regardless, I’d liek to find him as that whole death by dog thing is clearly not permanant for me as I’m here, decidely not dead as one cannot be intoxicated in the afterlife according to the literature.
Which explains how positively dismal death must be, happy to say we avoided it.
Barring those two, if you could help me locate a Mister Strider, sr. or a sort of Grand Mister Harley, that would assist me immenesly.
*immesntively
ooh well, quite a bit!
On a scientific note for my own future reference-
Seems the intoxication prior to the attack has carried over into the present. Will have to remeber that for the future; massive blood loss does not reduce a similarly massive blood alcohol content!
Thank you so much for your help, even if it’s just piointing me in the right direction, with minimum spinning tho, thank you.
 
 
05 January 2014 @ 12:16 am
[Carol's sitting on one of her dinning room chairs, looking at the camera with a bit of apprehension. Her posture is just a bit to straight, her jaw just a bit too tight. This is not the same Carol Danvers who has called the island her home for the past year.

She'd watched all the videos she'd left for herself, all the videos her friends had left her. Now there's just this.]


Hey, New Moore.

Wow, okay, this is weird.

[She takes a deep breath.]

You guys apparently know me, but I don't know you. Apparently I've been here a year, but it feels like I just woke up here this morning.

For those of you who knew about my brain injury, it's taken care of now. I'm cleared to fly again. Unfortunately that means I don't remember any of you. I don't really remember much about home either...

Anyways, if I know you, or I guess even if I don't, it'd be nice if you could introduce yourself. I left myself some videos so I know a lot of namesm but only a few faces.
 
 
14 December 2013 @ 05:10 pm
for sale: one (1) dave strider.
for a rabbit or equal cash value.
inquire within.
 
 
i require the following items, to be delivered to room d1-209 of new moore general hospital.
because if the fuckers wont let me leave im gonna make good use of the downtime.

3 spools of cotton, primary colors
1 sewing needle
2 dozen large sheets of felt in mixed secondary colors
several pairs of googly eyes at least half an inch in diameter

thats room d1-209.
failin that, hell, just bring me a coffee.
a good one.
stuff in here is thick enough to use as a meat dressing.