one // computer text

[mood2wiingiing]

haha lmao this is so weird.
random numbers gets a random message board?
i dont even know why anyone would come here, whats the point??
to make posts about “oh i found a random message board?” or "oh random other people are here ill share my entire lifes story with them just because they also typed random numbers!!"

lmfao you guys are all so stupid idk why anyone even is here or why im wasting my time with this place in fact im just going to leave now and not come back because even all those idiots on tumblr and yahoo answers and youtube are smarter than you guys.









ok no seriously whats the point of this place even?? like really i dont even understand.

Text: tablet computer thingy

[seriallylucky]

[After a couple of abortive attempts - as in, connect-disconnect - at posting this with other methods, Fred resorts to text.]

Do we have any therapists or counselors or whatever?

If I need to talk to someone anyway I don't want to have to worry about mentioning pulses or Gardeners or anything.

Not talking about the game.... [Action + Video]

[doomedtheworld]

Who: Vanessa and Open
What: Vanessa has decided that she's had enough recovery time and that it's time to start getting a grip on her powers.
When: August 21st. Afternoon.
Where: An abandoned warehouse down in the Dead District.

( I'm talking about PRACTICE. )

[A few hours after her first tests, Vanessa pops up on video on the network. She's a little sweaty and out of breath but she does actually have an excited grin on her face.

She's also perched up on one of those big wooden beams. The warehouse ceiling is easily visible just above her head and there's a fluorescent light hanging behind her.]

Okay, if anybody out there has any powers that they want to practice with that you can't use in public I think I found a good place. It's pretty dusty and hot in here but it's quiet and nobody comes down here anymore. I've been here for a few hours and haven't seen anybody.

[She gives the address of the place in case anybody wants to stop by and the video cuts out just before she jumps from the beam.]

three sick, disgusting thoughts | video

[somesayinfire]

What's up, numbers club?

[Brooke definitely looks all dressed up and nowhere to go. she's wearing a blue dress, strapless, but is keeping her right arm out of the webcam feed. her background shows a neat-looking apartment, but the angle's a little too high to see much beyond the white wall with a Le Chat Noir poster hanging on it.]

It's that time of year again. Christmas in August. My birthday, I'm talking about my birthday. For the past couple years I've gone out bar-crawling with some friends, but I've been feeling a little under the weather lately. My bad. I miss anything huge? Probably, with my luck. I'll catch up later.

Anyway. [she lifts her left hand to reveal a table-glass filled roughly halfway with a clear liquid.] Here's to you guys, numbers club. My life has been weirder, but mostly better, since I found out you exist.

[she drinks jovially, downing the entire glass and placing it off camera, with only a hint of a grimace.]

Oh, and totally unrelated, but does anyone know the name of that bone disease that Mötley Crüe's guitarist has, and slash or how localized it can be? Asking for a friend.

[ closed ]

[allinvein]

Who: Xander Jarle dominateartimus and John Mitchell allinvein
What: Adventures in getting lost.
When: Wednesday, August 21st - Evening
Where: A Random Street Corner™

( When your map app leads you astray... )

and they say goldfish have no memory

[counterclock]

Who: Aria Megido eras & Avery Strider counterclock
What: Running into one another, having no idea who the other is.
When: Late evening, Aug 21.
Where: Some 24/7 hipster diner place.

( i guess their lives are just like mine. )