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| [Sarah hasn't been hungry or anything: she can easily enough convince the locals to give her the food she likes the taste of, like hot ketchup mixed with orange juice and steak sauce on blueberry scones, but she has started thinking about the fact that many of the people here aren't human. (Like her, but not.)]
What kind of foods are local to you? Is there anything that you're used to eating that you haven't been able to find here?
Like, I'm from New York, and we've got pretty good bagels there. Which is like bread with a hole in it.
[Bread products are always a safe bet, right?]
I think you can get it here, but I don't know if everyone could find that in their worlds, if they're not from Earth.
Or has there been anything you've never had before you got here that you've found really good?
Recommend me something, from your world or that you've only discovered here, if you feel like it.
[So she doesn't like a lot of things humans do (or not in the same ways they do), but that doesn't mean she won't try things.] |
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| That's much better, but...
[So says a certain young man dressed in stark monochrome, dark hair interrupted by three parallel lines of white running along only one side of his head, as he regards what appears to be a colorful ball -- the sort of toy meant for felines to caper after, once catnip has been placed inside.
Residents of a certain villa may recognize their foyer.
It's looking significantly tidier, or rather like someone had artfully arranged but one side of it, and proceeded to arrange the other side in a spookily precise mirror image. Even various cat toys found scattered around the premises have been doled out to each corner of the foyer in a bilaterally symmetrical fashion.
Someone even went through the trouble of dusting and sweeping. It veritably sparkles. Death the Kid's hair is a little disheveled, in the way of one who had little choice but to let damp hair dry as it would.
Indeed, the young grim reaper had stood there in the plaza since yesterday afternoon waiting to drip-dry, unable to abide by the thought of moving around while his wet clothes insisted on sticking to him, horrifyingly askew. He has standards.]
What do I do? It's almost perfect, but I can't simply place this in one corner.
[This is sort of stressing him out.]
I'll just have to acquire another that matches this precisely! Residents of this house! Where is the nearest market?
[This, while addressing the starfish communicator held in the other hand, until the reaper's golden eyes dart a brief, distressed glance at his own creased (and still uncomfortably damp) suit.]
...No, I should first change into something suitable. But I can't just leave this unfinished!
[Ahh, he can't decide, what should he do? WHAT SHOULD HE DO??? At last, he decides to stow the catnip ball away, and black, crackling tendrils of skull-capped shadow spirits away the toy out of sight.]
First things first--where can I launder and dry my clothing? Don't delay in supplying in answer, this is essential, I'm filthy. - Tags:death the kid, dirk strider, jade harley, john egbert, karkat vantas, kuro, maka albarn, neophyte redglare, rin okumura, sarah zellaby, suguro "bon" ryuuji, yukio okumura
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| [ Kohaku's all smiles on the network today! She doesn't take very long before she speaks, only regarding Vatheon with a wave. ]
Hi, everyone! I'm sure some of you already know, but that Thanksgiving Holiday is coming up again! I know there are a lot of people here who already have plans, but I got to thinking, and, well ... I know there are some people here who don't really have anywhere to go for the holidays.
So! Who doesn't have anywhere to go? Or, who doesn't have any plans already?
I was thinking maybe those of us who want to can set up a Thanksgiving potluck somewhere in the city, so that people who don't exactly have a place to go and want to celebrate their holiday with somebody can still come by, have some food, socialize with people ... that sort of thing. It's never fun to be alone on a holiday that's all about togetherness, after all.
That said ... any takers? Does anybody like this idea at all? If we all work together on the food and festivities, I think we could really make the holiday special for everybody!
[ She's obviously quite excited about the idea, herself. She'd probably do all the cooking and plan everything herself even if there wasn't a lot of interest. ] |
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| How is one considered to be weak? Is it just physical, emotional, mental or? |
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| [Hello, Vatheon, your resident not!murderer has a PSA for anyone interested.]
To anyone concerned with the re-occurrence of Riffael's actions, I would put your minds at ease with the news that he is dead and will no longer be able to terrorize anyone.
//Filtered to Bianca//
Miss Bianca, I have your answer, should you still desire it.
//Filtered to Cain//
I would see you, if I may. Anywhere you please is fine with me.
//Filtered to the defense force//
If you still feel it necessary to detain me, I will not argue nor fight your judgement.
[After sending what messages he had, the man set about looking for a towel and, hopefully, a new shirt to replace the bloody and slightly torn one he wore. It was only at left sleeve and along his back, but he was certain it would be an off-putting sight nonetheless.] |
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| [When the video feed starts, it doesn't show a face. Instead, there's a picture being held in front of the camera.]( A poorly drawn picture of some kind of greenish animal with the word Noishe written under it. )[After a few moments, Lloyd lowers the picture a little so he can talk to the camera.]Has anyone seen my dog? I haven't seen him for a few days. He's pretty big- [He gestures with his hand to somewhere roughly shoulder height.] -about this tall. His name's Noishe. He sometimes runs off like this, but I'm starting to wonder where he is. He usually comes back by now. |
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| [The feed opens close to Brooklyn’s mug, before zooming out. He's got to make sure it’s possible to get a good look at him.]
Just a heads up. If you’re up around the island and you ever see a statue perched high somewhere that looks like me, chances are it is me. So just, uh, leave it alone, okay?
[He puts on a more grim face to add.]
Don’t think me being stone means you can get away with anything. Trust me, I’ll know.
[Which is a complete lie.]
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| [These devices are like the internet, only a smaller scale, with sometimes even more being shown of people's lives. For now Sarah is sitting in a cafe, drinking a cup of something that it's probably better most people can't smell -- orange juice and ketchup not being the most common combination, even if the locals hadn't blinked -- while she looks at the device, a little irritated when it doesn't let her move back more than a couple of days, to what she'd seen when she first entered.
But people have been here longer than that, she's figured out at least that much from her observations.]If there were one important thing that you've learned about this place, what would you say it was? And in general are the connections you've been able to form here different in depth than those you formed where you came from? [Never mind her, just trying to get people to talk freely about what they're feeling. It seems like a better option than going snooping into random stranger's minds, as tempting as that's been getting. Better to find some outlet before she snaps.][ooc: she has a permission post, although it's not relevant at the moment unless you wanted to do action.] |
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| [The SFC turns on while the templar is resting during the night as his hand accidentally hit it on, but something seems off. He appears to look in pain and sweating, he's also talking in his sleep. Anyone will also notice he's no longer in his apartment, but in Ordo 2.]
No, get away from me. Don't touch me. [These same looks continue and he starts panting loudly between sweating. He's only mumbling incoherent noises, but then he looks as if he's being choking by something or someone by his body's reactions. He even starts gasping and moving a bit more violently, as if making a desperate attempt to escape or awaken form this horrible nightmare. Words form out of his mouth too in beween what sounds like loud screaming. Anyone within the two apartments may be able to hear him too.] No! No! Stop it! Stay away from me!
[He then screams the name "Marcello" louder than that before waking up with his eyes becoming very wide, his panting still evident. His body might be trembling a little bit too.] That dream again... By the Goddess, why does it keep repeating in my mind? [There's a weak laugh coming out of his mouth.] Marcello, even here you haunt me. It makes me despise you even more than before, despite part of me still wanting to care about your existence.
[There's a sigh and he stops his musing for a moment as he becomes more aware of his surroundings. He very much notices he's not at the apartment and has a look of surprise on his expression.] Where...am I? I was in the apartment, but now.. Well I should try and figure out where this is, it also feels as though I've been asleep for a long time. I could go for a drink too. [His eyes soon turn to the SFC which is on and his eyes grow wide again before he quickly turns it off, hoping the SFC didn't pick up too much.]
[ooc: And here's Angelo waking up from his sleep coma, enjoy. ♥] |
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