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| [ Something... funny was going on. Devit had been chatting idly with this person and that person so far this morning, and well, sstrange things were being said. At first he blamed some slips of the tongue, but then it kept happening. He was starting to get an idea of what was up. And if he was right... well, he was going to take advantage of it as much as he could. But first he had to test his idea out. He had to ask a question that most people probably wouldn't want to answer... but it couldn't be one so offensive that it'd have everyone after his head over. He liked it on his shoulders where it was. ]
Good morning! Ain't it nice that our little fishbowl here is all fixed up and shit? But that's not what I'm here to talk about. I got a real important question for you all, so listen up.
[ He takes a deep breath, as if about to ask the most important question that will ever be asked ever. ]
What kinda underwear you got on now?
- Tags:!curse: 43 - unable to lie, axel, bekku nanaki, bro strider, devit, izumo kusanagi, jade harley, jasdero, leo valdez, lloyd irving, maka albarn, marceline, minako aino / sailor venus, renge houshakuji, saber/arturia pendragon, shinjiro aragaki
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| [Percy looks tired. He's in his pajamas and drinking milk at the counter in his kitchen.]
Hey, people of Vatheon. I figure it's about time I introduced myself on here. So far I've met some really cool people, and it's helping me get my bearings in this strange new place.
[He takes a swig of the milk, then wipes away a milk mustache with his sleeve. So classy.]
So anyway. I'm Percy Jackson. Been here a couple weeks now.
[His smile fades.]
I haven't been sleeping well. Anyone have any tips? |
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| [Renge for once doesn't look like she's complaining. In fact she appears to be....sparkling.]
I'm glad that this terrible thing is over, but wasn't what happened wonderful~ [She doesn't even know what happened. In her own mind it's something completely different.] It's like a story that must be told and I want to do it~! Oh~! So many things to do, so little time.
[She seems to be off in her own little world. Daydreaming various things. Have fun trying to snap her out of it.] |
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| [So here is Nanaki, dressed in work clothes and with her impossibly messy hair tied back with a bandanna. She has a mop bucket full of cleaning supplies in one hand, and the SFC in the other.]
I realized something today. I could spend a couple days cleaning my apartment out by myself, and end up tired and sore and cranky because of how much work it is. Or I could call some friends, have them help me finish in a few hours, and end up in a better mood because work is a lot easier when you're doing it with friends.
So.
Who wants to trade some labor for a home-cooked meal? |
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| [The video feed starts and a miniature metal wind-up replica of Buford is walking across the table between Leo and his starfish communicator (which, out of sight, is held up by a stand he made last week.)] So what's there to do here when the bubble isn't broken and filled with water? I've been here a little over a week and I'm curious what you all did for fun and to fill the time. [He pulls out some pipe cleaners from his tool belt and starts fiddling around with them as he talks. He looks like he's hopped up on loads of caffeine, but it's just his severe case of ADHD.] I've been helping with the repairs, but that's not going to take forever. So what is there to do once that's done? I know some of you have been here for more than a year... That's a lot of time to fill. I hope I'm not here that long. I know time doesn't move back home, so it's not like I'm missing anything... but I'd like to get back and help my friends finish saving the world. |
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| alright so just kind of chilling here on the beach instead of some underwater city this info guide talks about and you know thatd be kind of cool if it werent for one major issue what the fuck just happened seriously i think i just got whiplash from trying to figure out where that five minutes went so wrong i mean the first time i got teleported randomly at least it wasnt just me landed right on my ass confused as hell but i wasnt the only one its easier to sit there and look like a tool when youre in a group trying to figure out what the hells going on its lame to lay on a beach alone looking like a tool getting wet sand in places sand doesnt need to be
read over the whole welcome thing so ok cool i get it stranger shit has happened i guess so why the fuck not moving on to try and be somewhat productive here sup names dave tell me theres someone that knows me here cause itll make this shit a lot easier or worse idk i guess well see like id say something is better than nothing but i can think of a lot of cases where that wouldnt really be true so for better or worse i guess isnt there like a saying or something that knowings half the battle does that apply to this situation? well it does now because i say so |
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| [ as newcomers are now arriving on the island, that's where Jasdero ended up. Though as luck would have it, he ended up face down in the sand. The SFC falls out of his jacket (as he has absolutely no pockets on those pants (if one could call them pants) and flips on. He fiddles with the sfc, showing video of him upside down, sideways, then the sky and sea. ]Starfish thing! Dero is lost, heeee~! [ but being lost isn't the worst thing right now. He's without his twin, Devit. The two were inseparable until now. It's like he's missing part of himself. ]Where is Dero? Where is Devit? Dero is very lost, heeeeee~~ [ action: Jasdero is along the shoreline. He looks like this (on the left) ]
[[ooc: i need a journal tag, pls.]] |
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| [The video isn't his fault. His SFC falls onto the floor and starts recording. There's only a flash of an orange wing and some orange ghost tail before...nothing. Just blue sky up on the island.
There's a long pause, as if the person is in a state of disbelief.]Shit. [He says this almost conversationally before an orange hand with deadly-looking nails reaches down, and turns off the feed.
A few hours later, the following messages are made:]well looks like were in some deep shit dont think ive seen that woman in blue before who the hell is she( Private: Bro Strider and Dirk Strider ) |
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| [There comes a time in every Strider's life where the buildup of emotional frustration becomes so great, their usual pokerface cracks and a breakdown happens. For Bro, this is that time. He'd already been having a tough week, what with losing Lil Cal and Davesprite not remembering a single thing about him. He hadn't been sleeping well either. Without Lil Cal around, he'd been like a little kid without a nightlight.
As the clock struck midnight, signifying the 15th of April, the curse ended and he regained the things he'd lost. Both the good and the bad. Cal was back in his sylladex, but he was too preoccupied to notice. Despite the time of night, he'd been sitting on the roof of the Yutopil apartment building when the full force of his 'lost' memories hit him like a ton of bricks. He could see the scene unfolding in his mind's eye again. That damned Jack Noir growing wolf-like features, gaining powers not even Bro could fend off. His own sword being turned against him, being jammed through his chest before he'd had a chance to move out of the way. Blinding pain, blood soaking his shirt... And Davesprite. Davesprite staring down at him with a horrified expression as he blacked out for good.
During the curse, he hadn't been sure if these were memories he could do without, but now he realized he'd been better off not remembering.
Still, the end of the curse meant Davesprite had regained memories as well. He'd just have to rub that in the kid's face and hope the dust would settle nicely. He made his way into their apartment, but the moment he entered the living room he could tell something was off. It was too quiet. Too empty. The only one around was the robot puppy he'd adopted from Jade Harley a while ago. So he'd checked his SFC to skim the contact list, to come to that mindnumbing conclusion he'd really hoped he wouldn't come to.
Davesprite's gone. Just like Dave.
The SFC is flung with such great force, it hits the wall across the room, activating the video function. As it tumbles down to the ground, coming to rest on its back with the camera directed towards the ceiling, it records Bro's thundering voice.]
GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!
[Silence. Then the skittering of little feet across the floor. A robot puppy's face hovers over the SFC for a few seconds, before its jaws close around the little device and it's lifted off the ground. More skittering of feet, the SFC moves along the living room until it's close enough to catch a glimpse of Bro, who's holding a hand over his face, the other curled into a fist by his side. He notices the SFC soon enough, though.]
Goddammit Barkbeast, I ain't playing- Gimme that! [He snatches the device from the puppy's mouth with one quick swipe.] |
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|  Attention, anyone from Vatheon willing to help a girl in need. Quickly. I... Kinda need help looking good for going out to dinner with someone in what might be a date. Or might not. I don't really know.If someone can help me figure this out, quickly, that'd be good. Like, really good. Anybody? |
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