012. action. closed.

[strikeraid]

WHO: Skyler (strikeraid) and Kotetsu (earnedmystripes) + Barnaby (whiterabbit_dot_obj)
WHEN: It's like 2am on a Thursday night/Friday morning on Valentine's day fuckin awful + The ~*morning after*~ or... no..t.......
WHERE: Kotetsu's front doorstep moving inwards. Into the apartment. Just the apartment. In case there was. uh.
WHAT: Insomnia. Seriously. That's it. Also, Barnaby pays a visit.
WARNINGS: ~*Stupid Teenage Cyborg Problems*~ and ~*Scruffy Copdad Feelings*~

( can you help me unravel my latest mistake )

1st sunrise | video

[occasus]

[ Who has two thumbs and desperately wants to be anywhere else but in the public library freaking out over numbers? This guy. Badly.

The screen flickers to life and Kei pulls slender shoulders into a half-assed shrug, glancing briefly over his shoulder, cautious. Checking for the librarian, no doubt. ]

Nnn--I'm guessing I accidentally hacked into some kind of network... [ He trails off, gaze flickering down for a moment. ] Not my intention.

[ Not really sure what the intention was in the first place. Still, when his eyes snap back up, his brows lift. He doesn't bother to say anything else, not at first, though he does lean back. ]

What do the numbers mean?

text

[moralizes]

I'm honestly not sure if this is a pulse or I'm going crazy. Maybe both since I haven't slept in days haha

I'm also not sure which I'm hoping for.

But something keeps talking to me and it seems to want to kill me, it's been about a month now, maybe longer. This is a longshot but any chance someone has come up with a way to get something like this under control, if it is a pulse, that is? Or has anyone else had this happen? Suddenly hearing voices that is probably not related to legitimate schizophrenia, I mean.

third hat | text (chain email)

[pokebonnet]

[Somehow a chain email has been forwarded to the network. The culprit? Easy to identify. It's none other than Mrs Ivy "Granny" Curry.]

( SUCH CHAIN, SO EMAIL, WOWE. )

[Happy Valentines Day, Network.]

You Reject My Advances and Desperate Pleas [February 14]

[dead_black_eyes]

WHO: Lazarus Lawliet and YOU
WHEN: That loviest of days, February 14, pretty much all day
WHERE: Espresso Yourself
WHAT: Someone higher up on the management ladder saw an ironic valentine and thought it would be awesome if baristas handed out hand-made ones to customers on V-Day. As the shop's resident "writer," L was given some scissors and a magazine and tasked with this. The result... well. Tag this, if you really want to see the result.
WARNINGS: L would rather be detectiving. L's grasps on irony, humor, romance, and valentines are also tenuous at best, especially together. This could get dark.

( I won't let you let me down that easily )

03 ✭ action; partially open

[darkinferno]

Who: Dante + SO MANY.
When: Friday, February 14
Where: All over Locke City!
What: Dante’s got plans for today. Little does he realize the world has more plans for him.


[A]: ( 10a-11:30a; Locke City University; open )

[B]: ( 12p-2p; some upscale restaurant who even knows; closed )

[C]: ( 2-3p; Locke City public library; open )

[D]: ( 3-4p; DA BUS STOP; closed )

[E]: ( 4-6p; ye olde coffee shoppe; open-ish )

[text/photo] do not click the link in this post unless you are home, it's super NSFW

[grannyfucker]

[This post opens up with a photo of some rumpled bedsheets on a bed, with a splotch of some sort of cream substance seeping into the center of it. The sheets, as well as the walls and furniture around the bed, look very similar to the ones shown in a previous post belonging to a particular Mrs. Hunter.]

Happy Valentine's Day, you wankers!

(I mean that in a literal sense, not trying to sound ~sophisticated and British~. I assume most of you are jerking off at the speed of sound over there.)

Just remember to share the love today. And don't forget, don't use protection, to let her know you really love her! After all, herpes is Latin for "he cares"!

So go out there, and show her YOU CARE!

Or, if you don't have a girl of your own to dance the mattress jig with, you can use one of these!

[This is a photo of a fleshlight. Taped on the handle of it is a piece of paper with the words "ALAN'S MOM" written on it.]

Custom molded to match real life vag! It's almost like you're having REAL SEX, without having to worry about actually pleasing anyone! For those of you who are just too pathetic to do anything else.

I'm willing to give this one to the first taker, network exclusive offer! Because I care about all of you and the rotting unspunked jizz curdling into cottage cheese in your wilted little cocks.

(And for the ladies, you should go here, this'll provide you with the full modified cop rhino cock experience!)

[Annie/Russel] - Today I made you a mix tape

[pianistofraielin]

Who: Russel & Annie
When: Feb. 14, Friday
Where: LCHS
What: Russel gives Annie a mix tape to expand her musical horizons and neglects to consider how that sort of thing will be taken on Valentine's Day.

( And I decorated it with lots of stars )

[text]

[sun_sun]

whats up
givin a shout out to all the lonely losers like me who dont have a date tonight
happy singles awareness day
idk
who wants to eat too much chocolate and watch a movie with lots of explosions in it