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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!
[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.]
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!
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?
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?
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.
I'm out of sugar.
You just volunteered to help me scavenge some.
[Yes, you, whoever is listening.]
I'm looking at you in particular, nephew.
You just volunteered to help me scavenge some.
[Yes, you, whoever is listening.]
I'm looking at you in particular, nephew.
Game of cards, anyone?
[Deliberate, tense. Nothing like the Break that usually winks and flails at the camera.]
[Deliberate, tense. Nothing like the Break that usually winks and flails at the camera.]
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[Break is sitting on his windowsill, blissfully unaware of the fact that the PCD has turned on where it's sitting on his desk. He reaches one of his legs out, barefoot, stretching so it makes it past the shelter of the awning and out into the raindrops falling outside.
Amusing himself like this for a few seconds longer, he keeps a tight hold on the frame for balance.
The whirr of the PCD eventually alters him to the fact that it's running. He glances over his shoulder sharply.]
Amusing himself like this for a few seconds longer, he keeps a tight hold on the frame for balance.
The whirr of the PCD eventually alters him to the fact that it's running. He glances over his shoulder sharply.]
...and we never got a pony!
[Rhode concluded her rant, and more pudding came flying through the air toward the PCD screen. Break dodges nimbly from his floating perch.
Rhode and Merlin are quite the sight. Both of them are coated, head to toe, in chocolate pudding, and seem to be... sitting in something that looks like a pond of it. Rhode is pouting something terrible.
Break whispers into the PCD]
Everyone in this [x,y] area should come by for a pudding war.
[Rhode concluded her rant, and more pudding came flying through the air toward the PCD screen. Break dodges nimbly from his floating perch.
Rhode and Merlin are quite the sight. Both of them are coated, head to toe, in chocolate pudding, and seem to be... sitting in something that looks like a pond of it. Rhode is pouting something terrible.
Break whispers into the PCD]
Everyone in this [x,y] area should come by for a pudding war.
[A few hours after this, Break's PCD is jostled on.
It's a video feed, yes, but all that's visible is the inside of Break's pocket. From the sounds of things, he's still in the streets, propped against a building, wheezing for breath. A few coughs, and he spits blood onto his white coat sleeve, sinks to the ground with a groan.
Not a good day.]
It's a video feed, yes, but all that's visible is the inside of Break's pocket. From the sounds of things, he's still in the streets, propped against a building, wheezing for breath. A few coughs, and he spits blood onto his white coat sleeve, sinks to the ground with a groan.
Not a good day.]
I have a question, for anyone out there who's listening and is in the mood for a little thought.
What is your home? How do you define it?
[The PCD shows his little apartment is now all but empty. There's a small packed box, with foraged food, a few blankets and clothes. The entire contents of his life here fit into one little pile- Emily rests merrily on top. Her dress is becoming frayed, stained with dust. He'll have to take care of that soon.]
To what extent have you made this place your home, and if you have, what has helped you make that transition? If you have not, what holds you back?
I'll have lived here a year this Sunday.
What is your home? How do you define it?
[The PCD shows his little apartment is now all but empty. There's a small packed box, with foraged food, a few blankets and clothes. The entire contents of his life here fit into one little pile- Emily rests merrily on top. Her dress is becoming frayed, stained with dust. He'll have to take care of that soon.]
To what extent have you made this place your home, and if you have, what has helped you make that transition? If you have not, what holds you back?
I'll have lived here a year this Sunday.
[Accidental Video]
Sep. 7th, 2010 07:05 pm[No staircases for Break.
He somehow goes ass over teakettle out of his open window, where he'd been sitting on the sill, landing in the soft garden outside with a rather surprised yell. The PCD in particular tumbles out of his hands, and lands in the grass, while Break lies on his back, blinking in shock.
That was unexpected.]
Really.
Really.
He somehow goes ass over teakettle out of his open window, where he'd been sitting on the sill, landing in the soft garden outside with a rather surprised yell. The PCD in particular tumbles out of his hands, and lands in the grass, while Break lies on his back, blinking in shock.
That was unexpected.]
Really.
Really.
[Accidental Video]
Aug. 10th, 2010 12:50 pm[Like so many recently, Break wakes up with a thrashing scream. He falls off the bed and into the view of the PCD, along with a shower of white feathers, wings collapsing down around him awkwardly. He gasps for a few moments, face buried in his hands, and stays like that.
There are some things it hurts just to remember, never mind to experience. Yes, even like that. It's a long moment before he gets control of himself and lifts his head, turning to look groggily at the little device.]
Oh, for the love of-
[Click. The video shuts off.]
There are some things it hurts just to remember, never mind to experience. Yes, even like that. It's a long moment before he gets control of himself and lifts his head, turning to look groggily at the little device.]
Oh, for the love of-
[Click. The video shuts off.]
In commemoration of my having spent a certain amount of time here- not sure how long, but some time indeed- I will now have Emily perform a dramatic reading of our latest collaborative poem.
[In an admirable display of ventriloquism, the little doll pipes up in her most irritating falsetto.]
Adstringendum, O, Adstringendum,
My inpronounceablest home!
You make people glum,
Can be a pain in the bum,
But I am pleased to call you my own.
The animus are our interesting friends,
Occasionally promising danger.
When they get bored the universe bends
But whatever that strange group sends
You know next time will be stranger!
...that's all Emily has so far. [Break continues, back in his own voice.] It needs an editing eye, but I think she shows real promise.
[In an admirable display of ventriloquism, the little doll pipes up in her most irritating falsetto.]
Adstringendum, O, Adstringendum,
My inpronounceablest home!
You make people glum,
Can be a pain in the bum,
But I am pleased to call you my own.
The animus are our interesting friends,
Occasionally promising danger.
When they get bored the universe bends
But whatever that strange group sends
You know next time will be stranger!
...that's all Emily has so far. [Break continues, back in his own voice.] It needs an editing eye, but I think she shows real promise.
In the midst of this generic hole up- has anyone considered how long this will last?
On that note, is anyone trapped somewhere without food that fears they won't have access to any? I mean non-fighters and the sort who shouldn't be out foraging. People trapped without much.
Make yourself known, aid will be coordinated.
On that note, is anyone trapped somewhere without food that fears they won't have access to any? I mean non-fighters and the sort who shouldn't be out foraging. People trapped without much.
Make yourself known, aid will be coordinated.
