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Bored.
Who wants to burn things?
Who wants to burn things?
[The PCD catches Break singing has he manages the dishes.]
Twelve for the twelve Apostles
Eleven for the eleven who went to heaven,
Ten for the ten commandments,
Nine for the nine bright shiners,
Eight for the April Rainers,
Seven for the seven stars in the sky,
[Up to his elbows in soap, voice pleasant, but wheezy.]
Six for the six proud walkers,
Five for the symbols at your door,
Four for the Gospel makers,
Three, three, the rivals,
Two, two, the lily-white boys,
Clothèd all in green, O and
One is one and all alone
And evermore shall be so!
Twelve for the twelve Apostles
Eleven for the eleven who went to heaven,
Ten for the ten commandments,
Nine for the nine bright shiners,
Eight for the April Rainers,
Seven for the seven stars in the sky,
[Up to his elbows in soap, voice pleasant, but wheezy.]
Six for the six proud walkers,
Five for the symbols at your door,
Four for the Gospel makers,
Three, three, the rivals,
Two, two, the lily-white boys,
Clothèd all in green, O and
One is one and all alone
And evermore shall be so!
[Video] 41
Nov. 20th, 2011 01:50 pm[Like so many others will this week, Break wakes up screaming. The PCD isn't pointed at the bed, so it doesn't capture anything but sound until he scrambles off of it, past the camera and towards the window, throwing it open to get fresh air.
This all hits a little close to home.]
Why-
[He asks, hoarsely, a few minutes later,]
-does the network insist on displaying our grief? The timing is too consistent to be accidental.
This all hits a little close to home.]
Why-
[He asks, hoarsely, a few minutes later,]
-does the network insist on displaying our grief? The timing is too consistent to be accidental.
[Break is succumbing to a moment of melancholy today, under the force of the rain and cold. He rests his forehead against the glass momentarily and heaves out a breath. It fogs the window pane.]
[He's too old, and too tired to give in to the temptation to draw a picture in it with his fingertip. Emily is forgotten on the edge of the bed, too. For a rare moment, everything is very still.]
[He's too old, and too tired to give in to the temptation to draw a picture in it with his fingertip. Emily is forgotten on the edge of the bed, too. For a rare moment, everything is very still.]
If you could make the choice to lose one memory, what would it be?
If you don't feel like sharing the details of that moment, answer this instead- if you were really given the choice, not hypothetically in the future, but today, with all the realities and consequences you face, would you let the moment go? And would it change you?
How much of our darkest moments make us what we are?
If you don't feel like sharing the details of that moment, answer this instead- if you were really given the choice, not hypothetically in the future, but today, with all the realities and consequences you face, would you let the moment go? And would it change you?
How much of our darkest moments make us what we are?
I loathe you all marginally less than I did in my last post.
Apologies if I seemed out of sorts!
Apologies if I seemed out of sorts!
[The device flicks on. Static.
Then, purple- only purple. White. Break's coat, the beautiful off-the-shoulder, white one that he lost almost a year ago during that episode with all of the blood. It's back in one piece.]
What-
[Then the feed flicks off. On again, very briefly, as he bangs it on the table. Sound.
Then to video- there's Break's elbow, Emily's dress.
On. Rap rap rap. Someone's knocking it against a table to see if it can be broken open.]
-why does it keep chirping, Emily?
[This is almost exactly how he arrived, nearly two years ago to the day. And here we are, come full circle, about to smash the PCD on a table corner in idle, non-technologically oriented curiosity.]
Then, purple- only purple. White. Break's coat, the beautiful off-the-shoulder, white one that he lost almost a year ago during that episode with all of the blood. It's back in one piece.]
What-
[Then the feed flicks off. On again, very briefly, as he bangs it on the table. Sound.
Then to video- there's Break's elbow, Emily's dress.
On. Rap rap rap. Someone's knocking it against a table to see if it can be broken open.]
-why does it keep chirping, Emily?
[This is almost exactly how he arrived, nearly two years ago to the day. And here we are, come full circle, about to smash the PCD on a table corner in idle, non-technologically oriented curiosity.]
I was wondering if people would like to do a literary swap? I've scavenged a book or two, and read them cover to cover.
I thought we might barter.
I thought we might barter.
[video] rebel without a cause
Sep. 9th, 2011 03:52 pmWhat an exciting week!
In light of all the discussion, Adstringendum, let's chat- who would you trust to nominate as ombudsman?
In light of all the discussion, Adstringendum, let's chat- who would you trust to nominate as ombudsman?
[Text] the medium is the message; a riddle
Sep. 1st, 2011 08:04 pmIf I were to type you a poem, what would you think of me?
Look closer. Not all is as it first seems.
Look closer. Not all is as it first seems.
[video] star light star bright
Aug. 22nd, 2011 12:20 amDear Adstringendum,
I'd like to hold a contest.
You see, we have a starfull of skies, pardon, sky full of stars, but no lore to fill it with. The constellations in my world all tell stories about heroes long fallen, about Gods and Goddesses and immortals and divinity.
I propose we make a little bit of the same for ourselves here!
The rules are simple. Find a constellation from the nighttime- be it the summer or winter sky- and remember and recount for me a 'legend' about that cluster. You can find images of the nighttime skies in old PCD video posts, if you look back.
We're talking about legend here, so any stories you tell should either be a year old at least, or should focus on events surrounding people who are no longer with us, or whose memories have been lost since the events themselves. That, or events that happened a year or so or more ago. I only want secondhand retellings. The stars are about myth, after all.
The winner will get the package of cookies I salvaged yesterday.
I'll start.
Once upon a time, a long time ago, there was an event in Adstringendum where the streets were patrolled by mean, crusty creatures called gnomes. These dreaded gnomes bossed, and bullied the city dwellers into living in buildings like dormitories for the better part of a week.
Weep and wail as they might, a curfew was strictly enforced, by the dreaded gnomes with their teeth and clubs. Enemy was planted abed next to other enemies, conflict started afresh, and by the end of the week the city was in such cranky, over exhausted turmoil, that the animus in their infinite wisdom flung the gnome creatures into the sky, never to be seen again.
The citizens of Adstringendum were released from their dormitory prison, and all that was left of the gnomes was a small cluster, just there- of stars. If you look close you see the outline of their little pot-bellies.
I'd like to hold a contest.
You see, we have a starfull of skies, pardon, sky full of stars, but no lore to fill it with. The constellations in my world all tell stories about heroes long fallen, about Gods and Goddesses and immortals and divinity.
I propose we make a little bit of the same for ourselves here!
The rules are simple. Find a constellation from the nighttime- be it the summer or winter sky- and remember and recount for me a 'legend' about that cluster. You can find images of the nighttime skies in old PCD video posts, if you look back.
We're talking about legend here, so any stories you tell should either be a year old at least, or should focus on events surrounding people who are no longer with us, or whose memories have been lost since the events themselves. That, or events that happened a year or so or more ago. I only want secondhand retellings. The stars are about myth, after all.
The winner will get the package of cookies I salvaged yesterday.
I'll start.
Once upon a time, a long time ago, there was an event in Adstringendum where the streets were patrolled by mean, crusty creatures called gnomes. These dreaded gnomes bossed, and bullied the city dwellers into living in buildings like dormitories for the better part of a week.
Weep and wail as they might, a curfew was strictly enforced, by the dreaded gnomes with their teeth and clubs. Enemy was planted abed next to other enemies, conflict started afresh, and by the end of the week the city was in such cranky, over exhausted turmoil, that the animus in their infinite wisdom flung the gnome creatures into the sky, never to be seen again.
The citizens of Adstringendum were released from their dormitory prison, and all that was left of the gnomes was a small cluster, just there- of stars. If you look close you see the outline of their little pot-bellies.
I'm setting up communal clotheslines here, for anyone whose bedding is waterlogged. Bring as much strong wire or string as you can if you can find it.
We work best when we aid one another.
[x,y]
We work best when we aid one another.
[x,y]
[voice][utter glee!]
Aug. 5th, 2011 02:41 pmWho wants to come show me the sights?
[Break wants to dive into this all head first.]
[Break wants to dive into this all head first.]
I would never wish for anyone to be forced to stay here, but I mourn for their loss all the same.
Human selfishness again.
Human selfishness again.
Break?
Yes, Emily?
Guess what I found?
What did you find?
A treasure map! A treasure map!
Treasure? My, my- what does it say.
I don't know! I can't read it.
Well, I can't read it either. How are we going to find the treasure, then?
Maybe we can ask someone to help?
Yes, Emily?
Guess what I found?
What did you find?
A treasure map! A treasure map!
Treasure? My, my- what does it say.
I don't know! I can't read it.
Well, I can't read it either. How are we going to find the treasure, then?
Maybe we can ask someone to help?
[voice][shit stirrer to the very end]
Jun. 25th, 2011 10:22 pmNo cannibalism this winter, either?
In that case, since we're all here, shall we reflect on the past? Tell me about your least favourite events.
In that case, since we're all here, shall we reflect on the past? Tell me about your least favourite events.
This is just stupid.
[But Break is perched in a window sill, laughing his head off.]
[But Break is perched in a window sill, laughing his head off.]
All right. We've been through this before with the angels... we can survive it again.
Is any one trapped on their own? It's time for the non-combatants to get into small groups in fortified homes, with as much food as can be carried.
Respond here and we can try to coordinate safe meeting points, and escorts.
Is any one trapped on their own? It's time for the non-combatants to get into small groups in fortified homes, with as much food as can be carried.
Respond here and we can try to coordinate safe meeting points, and escorts.
[video] punch and judy
Apr. 11th, 2011 07:52 pm[Xerxes Break is combing tangles out of his little doll's hair when the whirr of the PCD alerts him to the fact that it's been turned on. The doll pipes up right away, in her irritating falsetto;]
Ow ow owowowow stop pulling!
I wouldn't have to pull if you hadn't let yourself get this tangled, Miss Emily.
[The ventriloquism is perfect. She continues;]
Help! Please! If someone on the network can hear meeee-
Don't be silly, Miss Emily, you couldn't live with anyone else. None of them would have the patience to put up with your temper or the insults you like to hurl.
Ow ow owowowow stop pulling!
I wouldn't have to pull if you hadn't let yourself get this tangled, Miss Emily.
[The ventriloquism is perfect. She continues;]
Help! Please! If someone on the network can hear meeee-
Don't be silly, Miss Emily, you couldn't live with anyone else. None of them would have the patience to put up with your temper or the insults you like to hurl.
