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As much as I try to resist making posts like this, I'm incredibly bored.
Who wants to do something ill-advised with me?
Who wants to do something ill-advised with me?
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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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Dec. 5th, 2010 07:17 pmI wonder how long this has to last before you all get twitchy?
[He muses, a tiny bit snide. Sun aside, Break hates the winter. He's in a bit of a mood- and lashing out at the PCD feed seems like a perfectly reasonable way to pass the time.]
[He muses, a tiny bit snide. Sun aside, Break hates the winter. He's in a bit of a mood- and lashing out at the PCD feed seems like a perfectly reasonable way to pass the time.]
[Accidental Audio-Video]
Nov. 12th, 2010 10:44 am[The PCD is jostled on to audio in time for an almighty crash to register. It skitters across the ground, cracks against a stone, and the video function is triggered. Break is on his hands and knees on the street, looking more irritated than anything else. He pats his pockets, realizes the device is missing, and sighs.
Slowly, he begins the process of patting his hands along the ground, investigating with his fingers what shapes seem lighter or darker than others to his ruined eyesight. He is- for once in his life- utterly silent.
Attempt to make it to the clinic: firmly derailed. Though he was getting close, from the looks of the buildings around him.]
[ooc notes: this will be a fairly non-responsive PCD post. Break has been having trouble with his vision for months, and now the event has also taken away his ability to hear as well. He won't be able to respond to comments via PCD, but the hope is someone will realize this and come find him, be it for good or for evil. Or just to laugh at him via the feed.]
Slowly, he begins the process of patting his hands along the ground, investigating with his fingers what shapes seem lighter or darker than others to his ruined eyesight. He is- for once in his life- utterly silent.
Attempt to make it to the clinic: firmly derailed. Though he was getting close, from the looks of the buildings around him.]
[ooc notes: this will be a fairly non-responsive PCD post. Break has been having trouble with his vision for months, and now the event has also taken away his ability to hear as well. He won't be able to respond to comments via PCD, but the hope is someone will realize this and come find him, be it for good or for evil. Or just to laugh at him via the feed.]
...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.]
[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.
