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| alright who the fuck spiked my shit cuz i have one fuckin hell of a hangover and i havent been drinking anything which sucks balls cuz if im gonna suffer the consequences i wanna partake in the good part too but seriously tho wtf happened how long was i out what year is it have the apes taken over yet |
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| ((ooc; note, post is backdated to the day before the festival starts))[ When the video clicks on, Roxy is sitting on the bed in her room, grinning. A lot. ]Okay so recent tragedies and all aside, the market's got some bitchin new clothes in. Like holy shit if you like shopping at all I would recommend going and picking up some new threads because woah. Woah. Anyshit, check these babies out. [ She leans back and lifts one of her legs up to reveal her newest pair of shoes. ]Aren't they hot. WAIT oh my god I have the perfect thing to wear with these. [ Roxy gets up and moves, too fast, off screen toward her closet.
A second later there's a low shriek, followed by a muffled crack, and finally ending with a lot of crashing.
Once everything settles, Roxy can be heard. ]I'm okay! Everything's okay! Might've broken my ankle but whatever it doesn't even hurt all that bad. [ And... yep. That sure is Roxy hobbling back in front of the screen again. Blessedly, her ankle is out of view, but rest assured, it is definitely broken. She grins and gives the camera a thumbs up. ]As I was saying. Awesome new shit. Go look. [ And that's where the feed ends. ] |
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| [ When the video starts up, only the top of Roxy's head is visible, but anyone familiar with the little curl in her hair will recognize it. Above her head there's a... sort of strange arrangement of colors and patterns above her, and it looks like it's sagging in a little bit.
Is she inside of a blanket fort? Because it looks like she's inside of a blanket fort.
Her head lifts up a little bit and she looks at the camera with a frown. She looks like she's seen better days. ]
God dam--
[ The video ends there, but soon text starts to float across the SFC. ]
ok so has anyone seen janey around today or heard from her or can contact her or anything like that cause i havent seen her and im startin to get kinda worried like the kinda worried that involves thinkin she may have gone home in which case ill idk but its nothing good for anyone i can promise u that
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| Um. Ok ill bite. Why are we living in a bubble under the sea? I mean this seriously doesnt look like atlantis unless this whole being on an island thing is a really convincing hologram of some sort! Thatd actually be pretty frigging ace!
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Ah cripes im getting distracted! I was wondering if anybody has seen my friends around? A family member too actually! Roxy lalonde is one of them. Light hair pink eyes and wearing pretty cool looking pyjamas. Jane crocker is another. Dark hair cyan eyes and also wearing some awesome pyjamas. Jade harley is my grandma! Or...something like that. Anywhoo she has dark hair bright green eyes dog ears and in swanky pyjamas! And ah. Dirk strider. Light hair all spiked up pointed anime shades and i assume hes wearing some pretty swell pyjamas? I havent actually seen him so i cant say for sure.
[He at least wants to know if they're alright, and no news might be good news, right?] |
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| [ The video starts up in Alpha House, and behind Roxy's head there's all sorts of streamers hanging from wherever she could get the damn things to hang. And she's grinning so, so much. ]
So most of you aren't aware, but today is the birthday of my best damn friend in this entire world and beyond, miiiiiiss Janey Crocker! So I'm throwing her a party!
[ She would have enlisted Dirk's help but his give-a-fuck-ometer seems to have broken. ]
So if you know her, or me, or Dirk, or just wanna show up and grab some free cake, come on over to number 6 in Coral Corral for a bitchin' ass time!
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((ooc; feel free to use this post for party action threads, too!)) |
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| [Dualscar isn't in his usual outfit. His outfit is more like yellow pyjamas, and don't forget the codpiece, which juts out in all its glory.
He's tried to change out of it so many times ydek.
He's got a large stringed instrument resting on his shoulder as if it were really a club, and there's purple blood stains on his cheek from a minor cut]I'm fuckin' sick a this curse, but apparently it's not ovver yet. I need someone wwho's not intensely annoyin' to deal wwith wwho is up to enterin' battle along wwith me on account a the fact that these instruments ain't all that good for bashin' things. Wwho's up for it? - Tags:!curse: 41 - rpg, damara megido, eridan ampora, expatriate darkleer, feferi peixes, gamzee makara, karkat vantas, kurloz makara, marquis spinneret mindfang, orphaner dualscar, roxy lalonde, sufferer
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| [ There's nothing but a blur of blue at first, a muffled groan somewhere. ]What in the actual fu-- [ A pause, a gasp, and then the sound of running feet. ]Dirk! [ THUD. A second later, the SFC that's on has tumbled out of the pocket it was in and lands on the ground, showing the current scene a little sideways.
Roxy's laying on top of Dirk, her arms wrapped awkwardly around him, and she has her face buried in his chest. They're wearing some interesting outfits (nice pants, Dirk), but that seems to be the last thing on their minds. ]You're okay! I thought you weren't because fuck the Batterwitch but you are you're okay and I'm okay and nothing is going on and look! We're back and-- you know what I probably shouldn't be laying on top of you should I. Lemme just... [ She caaaaaaaaaaassually slides off of him and picks up her SFC, shutting it again and turning it back off. ]((ooc; ps dirk and roxy are back from their update 8U replies will probably come from both)) |
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| well shit im in the middle of playing a shitty game with consorts and 2 humans and what happens i get dumped in a goddamn bubble city under the ocean should i go find myself fish mermaid and crab friends so that we can sing about how living down here is way better than being up on dry land choreographed and everything we dont half ass this shit forced to eat kelp seaweed and fish in the humane way aka not cooking them and pulling out their bones sounds like a fucking barrel of laughs not to mention im sure theres a wet bird joke somewhere in here but fuck if i know or care
so anyway this is definitely not a golden ship skyrocketing off to another game session at the speed of light so what place did i end up taking an unexpected detour off to if anybody says atlantis i fucking quit this bird will fly off to never be seen again |
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| [The feed clicks on and everyone gets a view full of Eridan--though something is a bit off! Firstly, he is lacking fins and has himself a pair of typical landdweller ears, and secondly... That certainly looks like the wall of the bubble behind him. See the fish swimming by? Yeah, definitely the wall.]
[One might also notice that there isn't even any buildings in view, or any hint of the ground at all--which Eridan further demonstrates in the next moment as he swings the camera around to show just how high up he is.]
Gotta say, flyin' was a bit better when I had me a pair a regal as fuck wings, but these powers ain't bad.
[The view gets filled with Eridan's smug face, but it looks forced, maybe he looks a little nervous, maybe even a little worried, but he's trying his best to just seems OH SO CONFIDENT in himself.]
I guess I can see why you like to show off your freakish powers, Sol, but I can't really say I'd trade my fuckin' fins for this. Thank fuck this ain't permanent, if it were, those bloody scientists would hawe a world of hurt waitin' for 'em.
[A haughty roll of his eyes to show how legit he is here, folks.]
Unforgiwable enough they thought it within' their right to ewen ALTER myself at all! Let alone insult me by giwin' me this rewoltin' hue--
[His expression goes from one of derision, to near worry as he realizes what he said wasn't exactly the most caste-friendly thing. Nearly stammering:]
N-Not that--uh, it really fuckin' matters a course, just. Kismesis and all. Wile thing he is.
[Eridan, just stop, turn off the damn feed before you make yourself look like even more of an idiot...]
ANYWAYS. None a that bloody matters! What matters is I'm fuckin' flyin' and enjoyin' this wiew, like none a you worthless saps can.
[A huff and then a brief pause of silence--just for ensured awkwardness.]
Whatewer, I'm fuckin' done here.
[And with that, he turns off the feed with a huff. Later peasants]
[However, even those who aren't worrying with their SFC at the moment can probably see the hipster troll floating at the very top center of the bubble and he isn't... quite moving. For some reason. Who knows. Maybe he's stuck! Too bad (for him) only people who can fly can reach him. Whoops] |
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| So... This Christmas thing.
[He sighs, looking a little awkward as he makes this post. This is a weird topic for him.]
What do you do for it? I mean, how do you celebrate? Is there a reason behind the... fish people hanging on all the pine trees?
And uh... [A brief hesitation.]
What kind of gifts do you give people? |
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