Would just like to take a roll call and see where everyone is and who might be free. Luke and Ap can't hole up in the Armory forever.
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"return of the mack, you know that i'll be back." in his bed, joe biden lurches awake, wild-eyed. many a year he has watched, waited for the mack's return. hes as ready as he will ever be. he t-poses
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Today Show 9-11-01 ~ Live on NBC as Tragedy Occurred [s l o w e d + r e v e r b]
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40 hours into the mass effect remaster. gameplay is good but not sold on the plot changes. wish garrus would stop saying "reaper? i hardly know her!" laugh track on the normandy is a weird choice too
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fine, since you asked so nicely officer, i will confess my crimes. since i was seven years old i have refused to match any socks in my sock drawer. i practice sock hookup culture. i am a slut
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jer-kun the latte boy is about to go birbwatching
"That's dumb. Why would you return to the scene of the massacre? I'm starting to think that no one here watches horror movies at all, and that's gonna be one heck of an accusation to make at all your funerals," Kimiko said. That, and confessing to Hitomi's grave that she'd never been to Sacred Grounds. That would probably bite a big old Quarter Pounder. "If you wanna see a pizza robot, I own one. I need to buy a collar for him, but I do. He's just a-ways downtown."
Kimiko thought about it for a second. At least she and Daisuke had bikes outside to ride down there...
"You know what, yeah," said the charismatic airhead, pushing her food away, "let's go see DRU. I'm getting hungry anyway, and he's got food."
The only problem is that even with Kimiko's notoriously dynamic thinking, she just couldn't work out a way for them all to stay in perfect formation on the way to the detective's office and her pet robot. If she'd had a week or two to train them like she wanted, she was sure they would be in the Summer Olympics by 2024, maybe even 2020, but unfortunately everyone here had ignored her prior instructions and showed up not knowing how to bike alongside friends. Even Kazou. And he wanted to be part of the gang.
A dynamic enough thinker could find a way to fit them all on Daisuke's bike. It was the biggest and coolest of any transportation they owned, to fit his super-cool and edgy demeanor. And probably to imply he had a big penis. That's what her moms said.
Ooh, speaking of which, Bekah-sama liked to let Dana-sama sit on her face sometimes, according to the muffled yells from down the hall she heard late at night while making food. It seemed to be a pretty good space-saving maneuver for them whenever Bekah-sama tried to steal the covers. IF Daisuke was steering the bike, and she sat on his head and gave him directions...
Crap, he'd be a gold medalist in no time.
Not that Kimiko would make much of a helmet, and plus her hair would get all messed up, and plus Hitomi was gonna fall and crack her head open and then she'd end up speaking in Alemannic dialect - or worse, freaking Portuguese - forever and no one would ever be able to understand her again. There were too many potential calamities.
"Daisuke, I'll need to be carried to save space."
She'd seen him working that pole yesterday. Pretty good stuff, to her eye. She probably would've enjoyed watching it if she hadn't been busy stopping the apocalypse from coming with extra olives. But she could tell it had done a number on him, and a good pole worker needed to build his back and core strength. A girl of Kimiko's weight should be no sweat.
"Daisuke, I'm waiting to be carried."
Who would carry Hitomi was a more pressing question, because this Kazou kid looked pretty tiny and prone to trembling. Even a girl as frail as Hitomi was gonna send him tumbling over, and then they'd both hit their heads on the pavement and come up speaking Aramaic, or Osthinterpommersch - or worse, freaking Spanish - and no one would ever be able to understand them again.
More likely Hitomi was gonna jump up on Kimiko's back, though, honestly. The girl seemed to be attached to her a lot like DRU had been. Maybe she shouldn't have cast that magic spell that made everything look at her like Wonder Woman. Or maybe she should have, but in class, so that she could snooze through math forever. The only math she liked was done at the counter of a McDonald's - and adding up how many pounds Daisuke could shoulder.
"Daaaaiiiiiisuuukeeeeeee."
She'd let Daisuke figure it out. He had to contribute something to this tag team besides endowment.
Kimiko thought about it for a second. At least she and Daisuke had bikes outside to ride down there...
"You know what, yeah," said the charismatic airhead, pushing her food away, "let's go see DRU. I'm getting hungry anyway, and he's got food."
The only problem is that even with Kimiko's notoriously dynamic thinking, she just couldn't work out a way for them all to stay in perfect formation on the way to the detective's office and her pet robot. If she'd had a week or two to train them like she wanted, she was sure they would be in the Summer Olympics by 2024, maybe even 2020, but unfortunately everyone here had ignored her prior instructions and showed up not knowing how to bike alongside friends. Even Kazou. And he wanted to be part of the gang.
A dynamic enough thinker could find a way to fit them all on Daisuke's bike. It was the biggest and coolest of any transportation they owned, to fit his super-cool and edgy demeanor. And probably to imply he had a big penis. That's what her moms said.
Ooh, speaking of which, Bekah-sama liked to let Dana-sama sit on her face sometimes, according to the muffled yells from down the hall she heard late at night while making food. It seemed to be a pretty good space-saving maneuver for them whenever Bekah-sama tried to steal the covers. IF Daisuke was steering the bike, and she sat on his head and gave him directions...
Crap, he'd be a gold medalist in no time.
Not that Kimiko would make much of a helmet, and plus her hair would get all messed up, and plus Hitomi was gonna fall and crack her head open and then she'd end up speaking in Alemannic dialect - or worse, freaking Portuguese - forever and no one would ever be able to understand her again. There were too many potential calamities.
"Daisuke, I'll need to be carried to save space."
She'd seen him working that pole yesterday. Pretty good stuff, to her eye. She probably would've enjoyed watching it if she hadn't been busy stopping the apocalypse from coming with extra olives. But she could tell it had done a number on him, and a good pole worker needed to build his back and core strength. A girl of Kimiko's weight should be no sweat.
"Daisuke, I'm waiting to be carried."
Who would carry Hitomi was a more pressing question, because this Kazou kid looked pretty tiny and prone to trembling. Even a girl as frail as Hitomi was gonna send him tumbling over, and then they'd both hit their heads on the pavement and come up speaking Aramaic, or Osthinterpommersch - or worse, freaking Spanish - and no one would ever be able to understand them again.
More likely Hitomi was gonna jump up on Kimiko's back, though, honestly. The girl seemed to be attached to her a lot like DRU had been. Maybe she shouldn't have cast that magic spell that made everything look at her like Wonder Woman. Or maybe she should have, but in class, so that she could snooze through math forever. The only math she liked was done at the counter of a McDonald's - and adding up how many pounds Daisuke could shoulder.
"Daaaaiiiiiisuuukeeeeeee."
She'd let Daisuke figure it out. He had to contribute something to this tag team besides endowment.
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When's this taking place, parallel to the events of the show?
Fine. Whatever. Delete this when you're done reading it.
I'm sure someone will manage to get a hold of Lauren tomorrow
I'm sure someone will manage to get a hold of Lauren tomorrow
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I'm not Flamenco. My name's Cairo.
Not that Lieutenant Kat "Worth being a felon to grab those melons" Staten would take her seriously if she complained - not like she had the first forty times. But still, it was nice to at least pretend that somewhere back on Earth there was an EFF Human Resources department that would take her and her Ulysses-length book of sexual harassment and safety regulation complaints with a modicum of good faith. It would probably be a quicker and easier release if she found herself atomized by some mobile suit first.
But the Lieutenant was hitchhiking along on top of the Casablancas Custom. And it wouldn't be fair for her to die after all the crazy crap she'd already survived, so Cairo owed it to everyone to keep Lieutenant Kat "I've devised a fun new test, you stand still and I molest" Staten in one piece. Blonde American Playboy bunny like that with a war story and a sexual minority card to boot, her life story would probably make millions if she made it.
Then she could buy nubile Thai girls or something and leave Cairo the hell alone.
"Much appreciated, ma'am," she said stoically, keeping her body locked tightly to prevent any reaction to Staten's voice from betraying her. "I can get them in one shot, ma'am."
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I'm not Flamenco. My name's Cairo.
Not that Lieutenant Kat "Worth being a felon to grab those melons" Staten would take her seriously if she complained - not like she had the first forty times. But still, it was nice to at least pretend that somewhere back on Earth there was an EFF Human Resources department that would take her and her Ulysses-length book of sexual harassment and safety regulation complaints with a modicum of good faith. It would probably be a quicker and easier release if she found herself atomized by some mobile suit first.
But the Lieutenant was hitchhiking along on top of the Casablancas Custom. And it wouldn't be fair for her to die after all the crazy crap she'd already survived, so Cairo owed it to everyone to keep Lieutenant Kat "I've devised a fun new test, you stand still and I molest" Staten in one piece. Blonde American Playboy bunny like that with a war story and a sexual minority card to boot, her life story would probably make millions if she made it.
Then she could buy nubile Thai girls or something and leave Cairo the hell alone.
"Much appreciated, ma'am," she said stoically, keeping her body locked tightly to prevent any reaction to Staten's voice from betraying her. "I can get them in one shot, ma'am."
Jericho Piper, never one to give a shit about Grat's happiness, had continued drifting around the room like a restless phantom while the rest of her team - all those assembled who had known her longer and better than he had - was standing transfixed at her show of affection. Something about Gratia's tone of voice had drawn him over to the object of her ire, and as Jericho stared down at it, he felt his disgust with the trinket in question beginning to roil, too.
It was stupid, on one level. An objectively pointless little thing to have a screw loose over - a little doll with straw-colored hair, wrapped in a beat-up looking caricature of a leather jacket and a faded patch of denim, with two black, soulless button eyes and a single fabric strand for a smile. It was practically featureless; yet, like all good voodoo dolls, he recognized who it was fashioned for immediately.
The damn family all looked alike.
You Fiordilattes disgust me, the message was written clearly on Jericho's grouchy snarl. Your puns suck dick and you breed like roaches.
The straw-haired doll seemed to smile back. Stupidly. Smugly.
Then I guess that makes our dad the cock-roach! the ornament replied with glee.
A low growl rumbled in Jericho's throat. He impatiently shoved the doll in one pocket of his leather jacket and resolved to mail it to Atlas for evidence later.
He wanted to toss the room over in a hunt for any more evidence of a vampire-harboring little brother, and normally this would have been the perfect time; Grat's damn giggles were sucking all the oxygen right out of the room. Unfortunately, there was an impending time bomb on his Scroll that he'd been putting off answering - and it looked like Beryl, at least, had noticed.
Sender: Bianca N. [GREENLIT (?)]
Recipient: Group - [s]Hunter in the streets, Grimm in the sheets[/s] Vale Asset Group [CLEARANCE LEVEL: N/A] (Gratia M., Lucas S., Beryl H., Jericho P.)
Message: Hey all!! Just popping in to see if anyone is free for some coffee in about an hour. Hope everyone is having a good family day ~~Sender: Beryl H.
Recipient: Group - [s]Hunter in the streets, Grimm in the sheets[/s] Vale Asset Group [CLEARANCE LEVEL: N/A] (Bianca N. [GREENLIT(?)], Gratia M., Lucas S., Jericho P.)
Message: Sounds great. I need an excuse to get Lasai out of the dorm anThe thought of a coffee date - between Gratia, Bianca, and Luke "I'm Too Slow" Schwarz, of all people, made Jericho want to give the medicinal properties of hot tar a whirl. He pulled out his Scroll and read over the messages over again.
He supposed that, if Grat was going, her parents would be too. There was no way he was gonna be able to make a clean break that fast - especially not with Bianca keeping an eagle eye out for him.
The doll in his jacket pocket smirked. Jericho resisted the urge to crush it in his fist and began to type:
Sender: Jericho P.
Recipient: Group - [s]Hunter in the streets, Grimm in the sheets[/s] Vale Asset Group [CLEARANCE LEVEL: N/A] (Beryl H., Bianca N. [GREENLIT(?)], Gratia M., Lucas S.)
Message: Coffee. Fine. Delete my number.At least now they wouldn't be able to call him standoffish.
Jericho, uncomfortably aware that everyone else in the room was gawking at the Mindaros, drifted back over to Grat's guitar and inspected it again, eyes inscrutable.
This seems interesting enough :3 I might make an OC here once I got time, just commenting for later :P But it is always open to join currently, right?
High Priestess, Chariot, Justice and Moon all look open.
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