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| [Error: Your private message to user Karkat Vantassee it's like could not be posted. Message has instead been rerouted to the network.
Which... is not even something that should be possible! Gamzee. Gamzee, how the fuck did you manage this. People spend hours hacking to manage shit like this. It must have been a
wait for it
waaaaait
colossal accident.]
BrEaD, rIgHt? MoThErFuCkIn bReAd. YoU EvEr rEaLlY GoT YoUr mOtHeRfUcKiN PrOpEr rEaLiZaTiOn oN At wHaT KiNd oF SiCk lEvElS Of dOpE BrEaD Is? LiKe fIrSt yEaH, tHe fUcK DoEs iT EvEn uP AnD CoMe fRoM, mAn? HaVe yOu eVeR LaId gAnDeR At a bReAd bUsH? oR On lIkE A FuCkIn tOaSt tReE? No!! cAuSe i'm tElLiNg yOu, BrO, tHaT ShIt's 100 pErCeNtS Of pUrE MoThErFuCkIn mIrAcLeS. BrEaD JuSt *Is*. YoU CaN'T ExPlAiN ThAt, YoU CaN'T PuT YoUr mOtHeRfUcKiN ScIeNcE At bReAd. BrEaD DoN'T PlAy lIkE ThAt ShIt's pLuCkEd aLl tOgEtHeR FrOm pUrE FuCkInG MiRaClEs. AnD Ok lIkE ThE FuCk iS UuUuUuP WiTh hOw mOtHeRfUcKiN GoOd iT MaKeS EvErYtHiNg iN YoUr tRaP? LiKe wOaOaH, i dId pUt sOmE Of mY PiE JuSt tHe fUcK NoW AlLs oN A SwEeT-AsS SlIcE Of tOaSt aNd hOlY ShIt, BeSt bRoThEr, I'M TeLlInG ThIs sHiT StRaIgHt aT YoU, tHaT WaS MoThErFuCkIn aMaZiNg bEiNg. HoW ThE FuCk dOeS BrEaD Do tHaT? WhO WeNt aNd tOlD It tO AlL Be aBoUt mAkInG EvErYtHiNg tAsTe gOoD? LiKe, YoU CaN Be lIkE PuTtInG A SlIcE Of wInGbEaSt mEaT On iT RiGhT AnD ThAt sHiT'S GoOd eAtInG BuT YoU CaN AlSo uP AnD CoVeR ThAt mOtHeRfUcKeR WhAt wItH ThE MoSt rIgHtEoUs oF JeLlY WhAt a bRoThEr cAn pUt cLaW On aNd tHe sHiT'S StIlL GoOd. HoW CaN ThAt eVeN Be, MoThErFuCkEr? FuCkIn bLoWs yOuR PaN, dOn't iT JuSt. Is tHeRe eVeN AnY OtHeR MiRaClE WhAt yOu cAn aLl dO ThAt wItH? I DoN'T ThInK So.
[Gamzee go home, you're high.] |
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| [In the early hours of the morning, what people will see over their SFCs is a very large room that takes on the appearance of an art studio. Despite the many artistic supplies spread in various locations, the room does house a single man in it. This man is sitting in front of a canvas that doesn't have much on it, yet he's staring very intently at the canvas before setting the brush down. What can be seen is a painting of three hearts; one white, one black, and one gray. After a few moments of staring at his creation, he picks up the SFC which was already switched on prior to him painting this odd picture, the expression on his face rather neutral. Not happy or sad, simply neutral.]
Do call me curious dear Vatheon, but this is something I have been pondering for some time now. Why should we celebrate holidays we don't celebrate back home? Certainly some have been for the amusement of it, but take for instance this one we currently celebrated. For those who don't believe in love, a holiday entirely dedicated to it is seen as ridiculous. But that can be said of all people who don't believe in certain holidays, doesn't it?
Though this holiday especially can also arouse questions within us, particularly to matters of the heart as that seems to be its theme. A few I can think of are: Is there such a thing as true happiness or love? Is the feeling truly there or not? Can the supposed happiness and love gained with another who said they felt the same remain always? Or will it fade away like sand being washed away by the ocean? |
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| [ Yuri's smiling as the video feed turns on today. She holds up the chocolate heart she received ... the ... anatomically correct one, and shakes it a little at the feed to emphasize what she was about to talk about. ]
Hey! Whoever knew I needed some chocolate in my life, thank you!
[ Nope, not disturbed at all by the shape of it. OKAY, maybe a little. But she's not showing it. Nope! Not gonna be ungrateful for the lovely gift! ]
Ah, and I just realized, I haven't exactly introduced myself to the masses yet ...
[ She puts down the chocolate and waves at the feed again. ]
I'm Yuri. Yuri Egin. I arrived here a couple of months ago, but ... well. Things are a little complicated. I may have made things a little awkward, you see.
[ She laughs a little, sheepishly. ]
My sons are here. They didn't exactly know who I was until recently.
[ She brightens up. ]
But now I'm settling into things a little more, I'm finding a few people I knew already, and the awkwardness between my boys and I [ or, just Rin, rather ... ] is getting a little better, so I figured it might be time to make a formal introduction and meet someone new. |
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| [ The SFC seems to be on the ground somewhere nearby, but it's picking up a slanted video and audio from nearby. On the ground, stomach-down, seems to be one (1) Daimon Masaru, on sitting on his back cross-legged and laughing is one (1) Kohaku Hearts.
See, what happened here was that they finally got to that sparring match Kohaku suggested when Masaru first arrived. And Kohaku actually won.
Err, well. No, she hasn't won quite yet. She's laughing as she's sitting on Masaru. She'd feel worse about this ... if she weren't so tiny and he didn't claim to be such a manly man. ]
So, are you gonna admit defeat, Masaru?
[ You might not be able to see her face, but she's grinning as she says this. ]
( ooc: Masaru NPC'd with permission by Raz! Anyone on the island can come by and see this, or they can just say something via SFC and Kohaku will realize her SFC recorded and respond. ) |
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| Seriously... just how much confetti did they use? I've only just finally cleared it all from my room! I hope they don't expect us to give them anything back on White Day...
Do they even celebrate White Day here? Anyone know? |
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| [Okay. Here's the scene. It's the middle of the day, and everything looks pretty normal in whoever's kitchen part of his/her apartment.
All of a sudden, pick a Katy Perry song. At max volume.
Cue Davesprite entering the scene, carrying in baking supplies for assorted baked goods. It might be brownies. It might be cookies. It might even be a cake. Either way, Davesprite is baking while blasting Katy Perry. Why the hell not?
...Okay, and he might be singing along a little bit. Shut up.] |
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| [An is not amused by this. It really must be some kind of bad joke. She holds up a replica of a human heart made of chocolate. The name Vincent is engraved onto its surface. As the chocolate is starting to melt, you can see some red-looking goo dripping out of it. It's not blood, but strawberry jam.]
Whoever sent this, I consider it seriously bad taste. Please, refrain from playing these kinds of jokes on a woman. And might I remind you I happen to work at the clinic, so you did not need to add that last part.
[PRIVATE TO GRELL] Did you tell anyone about Vincent Phantomhive? As you are probaly the only one who could even know that... |
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| man today has just been weird.
i mean it feels like just yesterday i turned 25 but now|
now im 26. its pretty crazy and im not really sure how to feel about it cuz on one hand, hey! i lived another 3 years! i was 23 when i got here, then i was 24, and then i hit the big 2-5 last year, now 26! im still alive, right? but at the same time its kinda... weird.
im getting older and im not saying its a bad thing but im getting older. i dunno if im still gonna be here in another 4 years but if i hit 30? i think i might cry--NOT THAT 30 IS A BAD THING! its just something i never really thought id even have a chance of hitting. heck 26 is still something im still trying to take in.
ive spent 3 birthdays here.
count em. uno dos tres, three. who knows maybe ill even stick around to 27?
ANYWAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY does anyone wanna hang for awile? im feelin kinda lousy today even though i really really shouldnt be. we can even go stuff our faces with all the sugary pastries til we get sick! |
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