May. 8th, 2014

pianistofraielin: (Staying out of this one)
[personal profile] pianistofraielin
Who: Magical girls + Russel (aka the dumb teenagers who roadtripped to Vegas)
When: Wednesday May 7th unless anyone objects
Where: The suite they've been given at the hotel
What: In light of Angeline's death, suddenly it doesn't seem safe here anymore...

Russel did not like to think about how much danger he was in at any given time. )
shineonyou: o-oh, you're zooming in. that shouldn't be necessary. (i like your.... crotchal region?)
[personal profile] shineonyou
...H-Hey, guys.

[ It’s night, and JoJo's bored and anxious. Which obviously means it’s time for... ]

Movie night! Y’wanna do it? Like, I can stream some movies here, and we can just watch ‘em all together, yeah? I mean, uh, it’s not exactly the most legal thing, sure... but no one’s gonna report me, right? Right. Plus...

[ He looks hesitant for a moment before blurting out his worries with all the eloquence of a sawed off shotgun. ]

I can’t stop thinking about that chick who got murdered. She was one of ours, right? The stripper chick? That’s so messed up, ugh. So messed up. I just don’t even wanna sleep; I’m just sitting here, thinkin’ about it. Like...

Ugh! Ugh ugh ugh! [ He shivers, runs his hands through his hair, and shakes it off. Deep breaths. Okay. ]

Let’s movie! If you got any requests, just ask! I’m gonna start with an international treasure, the most classic of all classical movies...

We’re startin’ with Space Jam. This one’s for you, Nyah.

[ JoJo then proceeds to stream via Space Jam, Dazed and Confused, Harold & Kumar Go to White Castle, Dude Where’s my Car?, Vampire's Kiss, Lesbian Vampire Killers, Joe Dirt, and The Room. If you make it all the way through, you are impressive as fuck, and I congratulate you because all of those movies are unbearable. ]
phoenix_temple: (Worried ; But for the faults)
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[A deep sigh.]

Bird god talks. He doesn't remember anything except for that I'm a "Legendary Magic Knight" or whatever you want to call it. Not his name, not where he's from, not anything else. Just that, and that's what he calls me.

And he doesn't. Shut. Up. He woke me up to ask me why the bakery across the street starts opening when everything else is closing and he has not stopped talking since. He's impossible to ignore because he has a giant voice and it's inside my head.

[Another deep sigh and then--video. Anais is in One strange getup, a strange cross between magical girl and actual armor.]

So I figured I'd try to work out what was going on with the armor. Somewhere along the way it decides to change into this. I wouldn't normally bring it up... but I don't need my glasses and I poked myself in the eye trying to make sure there's no contacts, which was really stupid.

I think I have magic LASIK armor.