bythewaves: (DJ M)
[personal profile] bythewaves
Who: Arnold (and Benedict) and OPEN!
Where: The Benedict Family House in Locke
When: Now, and til... whenever I guess
What: Arnold's doing an art exhibit, and opening it with a massive party. Because that's what you do when you're idle rich, apparently. Numbered get in free but it *is* open to the public. Once the party is done, the main room of the house will remain open until he gets bored and closes it to have an exhibition elsewhere.

He's wanted to do an exhibit ever since he came to Locke, but what with one thing or another... )


Mar. 7th, 2015 01:56 am
espigeonage: (ЖWill come from dark and carry me away)
[personal profile] espigeonage
[Julien's talked to the media and some of the public since changing, but he doesn't want to show his face on the Network. So the feed is of a made bed.]

People are making money off my image. Look at this! This was at Hot Topic! [A pair of long pink toe socks, still attached to the cardboard hook that had held them to the rack, are flung onto the bed. The toe tips are white and the legs are patterned with big dark pink 'scales'.]

It doesn't have a thing to do with this not-me over by the castle. He hates technology and doesn't like to talk to people, and apparently this is because things like this are selling huge over the Internet! And have been! For months. There is a whole website claiming it's official. They're hucking hoodies now and cuddly toys. I should sue. I should make them give me a cut. I should do something about the pigeon breeders trying to work out my 'conformation' and emailing me about my measurements.

I need a drink.
thebalrogslayer: (Dramatic hair)
[personal profile] thebalrogslayer
 [Gabriel's flat is in unusual disarray, a bag out on the bed which he's shoving clothes into, half out of sight of the camera.  He continues packing as he speaks, short and terse, unusually dishevelled and obviously anxious.]

London lit up.  I have to go home.  My parents are there.  [And, for those who don't remember how old Gabriel really is, his parents are in their early 80s.]

If anyone needs somewhere to stay, I might be able to set you onto somewhere.  Let me know.

[And that's that; he cuts the feed.  Replies will come later and from a very different place: the flat above his parent's house in London.]
moreweaponsthanyou: (Kili!)
[personal profile] moreweaponsthanyou
Who: Fil, Liam and Aaron
What: Fil dragging Liam off to Aaron's clinic in Locke to get him some REAL medical attention
Where: The clinic
When: Around 1/17?
Warnings: Nothing.
Fil was trying, he really was. )


Jan. 20th, 2015 08:53 am
disdainfully: (exasperate)
[personal profile] disdainfully
As you probably know through Jovan, there is more worth in gold and gems in this mountain than the federal gold reserve holds, at least approximately. It would destroy the economy, not only of this country, if we let unnumbered find and unearth it. ...So, while I do not hope that they ever find out about the inside of the mountain - in case they ever do. Does anyone have a the ability to hide a large amount of inanimate objects, or easily build and without a trace seal up a large cave? And if we have to do the cave-building by menial means; who will help me in this? After all the worldwide economy is in your best interest as well, it sustains your lives and safety.

That said. I am back. Whatever it was that Thorin had that I echoed back on Christmas, he also overcame it. [Or at least got a grasp on it. He can't quite tell yet, because it is surprisingly hard to tell how his mental constitution was before this - did he use to feel like this?] I am fine now.

That said, I wish to apologize to those that met me over the last weeks, and speak to them. [action option: He'll also seek those out of whose whereabouts he knows.]

[And yet another urgent matter...]

I can't reach Julien. Who has heard anything about his whereabouts in the last weeks?
arrowpoint: (➹ môr)
[personal profile] arrowpoint
[Liam is off screen coughing for a moment before he leans his face back into view with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders tightly. He looks and sounds decidedly unwell., but also a bit panicked.]

Guys, this is like, really important you gotta listen to me. I think I might have bird flu. That's really dangerous right? So--

[He turns away to cough.]

So we should like, quarantine the mountain! And if you've been near me or Julien you should stay at home for a while so it doesn't spread.

[He reaches out from under the blanket and hold the laptop by the monitor, as if taking someone's shoulders, and looks into the camera seriously with red rimmed eyes.]

Trust me, I know what I'm talking about I'm a prince.


Jan. 10th, 2015 11:33 am
espigeonage: (☀You're so weak)
[personal profile] espigeonage
[The view is from the floor, of the ceiling of Julien's room in the hotel, which has a poem taped to it. You can hear the sound of his very deep breathing, noisier and more labored than usual.]

I can't get up. There was a pulse - something's gonna - [A white wing is briefly visible, flapping. It's another moment before he says anything.]

It hurts.


Dec. 15th, 2014 02:50 pm
espigeonage: (👓Sometimes when you're on)
[personal profile] espigeonage
Who: Isabela and Julien
Where: Wherever the Thorssons are getting together for Christmas - probably the mountain.
When: Forwards-dated, December 25. I'm counting on this game to do nothing completely and utterly shattering before then!
What: Making up is hard to do

And you got what the whole world wants/So strap that armor tighter on/Double on down like it's gonna make you free )


Nov. 10th, 2014 09:53 am
mistakesmakeuswhoweare: (Default)
[personal profile] mistakesmakeuswhoweare
It's the second week of November. Who wants to help me come up with a good excuse to tell my mother why I won't be at Thanksgiving this year? Preferably one that sounds plausible and not like she should expect to see me on the nightly news.


Oct. 21st, 2014 07:15 pm
arrowpoint: (➹ galadh)
[personal profile] arrowpoint
[Still adjusting to his new super-sight, Liam is wearing glasses when he shows up on the screen. A hint of general anxiety is shown by some fidgeting.]

Okay so... things are bad in Locke, right? I haven't been back in a while. People are talking about moving, and I don't want to move. It's like a second home to me, you know?

[He'd spent a lot of time feeling like he wanted to get away from Locke when his sea-longing first kicked in, but now...]

My family has had property there since I was a kid... I mean I get that the property won't go anywhere, but I'm kind of attached to it.

[Liam takes a deep breath then sits back from the camera. When he speaks again, he's less somber.]

Okay, distraction time. So, a lot of people I know have names for their past lives or old selves or whatever - is that pretty common? I figured I should get one too, if that's the case. Don't want to be left out. Any ideas?


...Okay nobody say "butthead" or something.


Oct. 7th, 2014 01:16 pm
espigeonage: (🔍you'll be honest you'll be brave)
[personal profile] espigeonage
Guys, the teleporter decided to surprise me.

[Julien's holding his phone out so that he can be seen, white-winged and clearly disoriented. In the background there's a picturesque waterfall, cliff and rocks, a path and some interested tourists.]

This is not the States. The stars are the same but there's a time difference, the air's different, and I can hear... okay, um, the mountains-and-coast noise is totally different, and more tellingly, lots of people are speaking German. Unrelated, I uh... I have a picnic lunch. [He hefts a small wicker basket in the claws of his other wing. It's got tiny loaves and dainty apples showing under a cloth.] Or a breakfast. Pretty sure that's a pulse. -oh, suil.

[he gets distracted by someone talking to him offscreen, their voice raised anxiously, and folds the wing he's holding the phone in, then crouches to talk to her. You get a good view of his shirt, white feathers, and neatly-hemmed massive sleeve hole, and can indistinctly hear him speak reassuringly - sprechen sie English? Francois? no it's okay. I'm here by accident, it was a surprise. I don't know. Yes, probably. We don't want to hurt anything. - and etc. It apparently ends well. Julien brings his phone out again, looking more focused.]

Sorry about that. So... Bavaria, huh? I guess there's a castle uphill. You know, I think I'll go see. Cross your fingers I don't get jumped! -Uh, if you come here, you show up in a little cave and it's a climb to get here, but not bad.


Sep. 25th, 2014 07:00 pm
youngestone: (I'm Listening)
[personal profile] youngestone
[Today's video is coming to you live from inside Erebor! Killian is looking pretty dusty, and behind him you can see a sort of blockade. Beyond the blockade looks dark and dangerous, but where Killian is there's a lot of space, it's clean, and there's some lights set up]

So! We can't get in the front door of the mountain just yet, we'd need way too much machinery to break through that mess. But we did find another way in [read: they made their own damn side door] and it's pretty secure in here. If anyone needs a safe place for a while, just let one of us know and we can get you in here. Still trying to figure out how to get wifi and cell service in a mountain, but hey, it's safe here. I'm pretty not even a giant crab could get in here.

[Just saying. Also his cat starts climbing on his shoulders as he speaks. Killian just ignores her]

There's only a few rooms that are safe for people to stay in right now, but we're trying to get more before we head back to Locke for a while. [To himself as he goes to kill the feed:] Hopefully we'll find a kitchen soon, too.
mistakesmakeuswhoweare: (Default)
[personal profile] mistakesmakeuswhoweare
Today is "Talk Like a Pirate Day." I feel like I ought to do something for that. On the other hand, all those "pirate" trappings are completely ridiculous. Hook hands make for very poor penmanship, for instance.


Sep. 2nd, 2014 02:40 pm
siesinddasessen: (blockhead)
[personal profile] siesinddasessen
If anyone tries to free Robyn, you will have crossed me.

Albero has reason to keep his promise right now, and he doesn't like people that cross his path, you should have realized that by now. Useless interference might not only cause her harm but kill her and harm all of us. Let Albero think that we're considering it. It will buy all of us time.
theearth: (Oh. Okay.)
[personal profile] theearth
Who: EVERYBODY. That means you. Especially you.
What: Ice bucket challenging. YEAH!
When: Anytime, really. Consider this a catch-all! Start your own threads - in-person, on the network, off the network... It's all good!
Where: Wherever buckets filled with ice water can be found.

Muffled Frozen soundtrack playing in the distance )


Aug. 25th, 2014 08:45 pm
sylvanguard: (upset)
[personal profile] sylvanguard
Ariel appears on the network through the video feed of her laptop looking fairly worried but also a little annoyed.]

Has anyone seen or heard from Liam over the weekend? I know hes been having some troubles lately, but he usually keeps in touch with me. Except he stopped doing that Saturday. [Only she hadn't noticed until Monday because of reasons.] His last text was pretty normal for him so now I'm worried that he might have been kidnapped.

Before anyone asks, yes I've been to his house and no he isn't there and Jack seems to be gone too. I am really worried about him though, Like seriously worried. Anyone who has known him for five minutes will know why.


Aug. 21st, 2014 01:04 am
espigeonage: (🏃We've got a whole new world)
[personal profile] espigeonage
Who: Julien and Isabela
Where: Isabela's house
When: Late on the 20th
What: Playing around causes a pointless but fun Echo.

I'm all dressed up with you, all dressed up for him too )


Aug. 17th, 2014 01:04 am
mistakesmakeuswhoweare: (Over Shoulder Flirt)
[personal profile] mistakesmakeuswhoweare
Who: Isabela and You!
Where: Bookstore in the Locke City Business District
What: Under her nom de plume of Naishe Rivera, Isabela is doing a book signing in honor of her newest release!
When: Sunday, August 17th, afternoon.
Warnings: None yet? Unless you count the romance novels themselves... 'Cause, y'know. Romance novels.

Pirate purple prose! )


Aug. 15th, 2014 11:44 pm
mistakesmakeuswhoweare: (Looking Down)
[personal profile] mistakesmakeuswhoweare
All right, so... Short notice, but my publisher has me doing a book signing this weekend for my latest release.

If anyone decides to show up, do me a favor and remember to call me "Naishe" while you're there.


Aug. 12th, 2014 03:08 pm
arrowpoint: (➹ Im dem)
[personal profile] arrowpoint
[Liam's not looking well when his face shows up on the mirror. The deep bags under his eyes suggest that he hasn't been sleeping, and when he speaks he sounds a bit... cranky.]

So guys... I'm lost here. I need like, a news update or something. My brain is fried. What's going on? Crazy machine making people disappear, mafia stuff... what am I missing?

[He runs a hand through his hair and lets out a tired breath.]

Is everybody okay now? You know, sort of?

[A pause.]

Also anybody got any tips on getting some sleep? Or... nightmares?
espigeonage: (🎺One day one day)
[personal profile] espigeonage
Who: Julien and OPEN to friends (If you're wondering if he considers your character a friend, the answer is yes)
Where: Tony Stark's semiabandoned pad in Locke. (Permission was given by the mun who played his godson and 'inherited' the house)
What: Pool party, hangout, talking about things! Go on and mingle.
When: Backdated - Sunday the 27th.

There ain't no angels above/And things ain't like they used to be/And this ain't the summer of dove )
sylvanguard: (hesitant)
[personal profile] sylvanguard
Who: Ariel, Åsa, Floweregg, Isabela and Liam
What: Ariel and Liam encounter friends during a surprise mafia attack
When: Thursday the 24th, afternoon going towards evening
Where: The seedier parts of  Locke

Ariel had agreed after some pestering to help Liam go out to a homeopathic shop located in the seedier part of town for him to acquire a natural remedy for sunburns, even though she had mentioned that aloe vera to him a few times before. She and Liam had just parked the car in a more dubious pay by the hour parking lot with a few other cars and were walking towards the shop when Ariel noticed that it looked like they were being followed. Since this had been an unplanned trip out, she had forgotten to grab a hat for herself so the points of her ears was sticking up through her hair. The silly mistake had her muttering a few choice cuss words as she  grabbed Liam by the arm and leaned over to whisper in his ear:

"I think we're being followed... "

At the very least she was armed, especially since the incident with Hjalti some days ago. She had the two daggers she had echoed back carefully hidden on her person beneath a somewhat baggy tunic shirt.
proudbraveandtall: ((modern) you wouldn't believe it)
[personal profile] proudbraveandtall
This is late news, but everyone, be careful.

[Hjalti does not sound well. Hell, Hjalti doesn't look well, either, and there's a reason for that: he's "broadcasting" from a hospital room, one of the small ones off the ER that patients are put into after a doctor's seen them while they wait for assignment to a full room. He's got a bruise spreading over the left side of his face and the little that can be seen of him is not wearing his normal work coveralls or beat-up comfortable shirts, but a hospital gown. He looks pretty annoyed, but actually wounded for the first time in a long time. Which he doesn't like.]

These bastards... figured out I'm your brother, Þór. Yeah, guess that was pretty obvious, and with me losing a foot in height over a couple months it was obvious I was in it too, but god. They followed me to my complex and tried to threaten me.

[He gives a grim smile, and even though he winces he doesn't seem to care about causing himself further pain.]

I made them rethink that. Got a pulse in all the confusion, started throwing them around like they wanted to do to me, then they pulled out a knife and a couple of pipes. Some of the Numbered stuff is good, but christ, even being a fighter in that past life can't give you all the skills right away. Don't think they were prepared for me to shrug off a pipe to the face, though.

[Obviously that still did something to him, since he blinks and closes his eyes for a moment, getting stabilization back, but most people would've crashed to the ground, possibly with a split skull. Thank god for durability.]

Anybody sees anyone coming up to them with pointed teeth or... what was... their eyes, their eyes glowed, run. Scream for help, find a public spot, something. A couple of my neighbors came out and they ran off to lick their wounds and Kevin called the ambulance, but we've got people on here who aren't fighters. And next time they might bring something more than a knife and a pipe. And I'm never going anywhere without weapons again.


Jul. 15th, 2014 12:49 am
sylvanguard: (pic#7989778)
[personal profile] sylvanguard
[Ariel can't help but appear rather happy right now. Even with monster cars, aliens and cultists on the prowl, her life has been going pretty well lately and it shows with her rather impish smile as she turns on her camera to her laptop.]

So summer is here and with summer that means beaches! is anyone interested in going to the beach? I was thinking of making a party of it and having some fun in the sun. Maybe if enough people show interest, we might even be able to get a bunch of people to play volleyball or Frisbee or something together. Or someone could hang ten with me. I do have an extra surfboard-- so long as you don't mind hot pink. Now that the 4th is over, I'm looking at maybe this Saturday for some fun in the sun!

[Next to her, her black cat Naya is curled up contently and in the background another cat is curled up contentedly taking up her entire pillow in a ball of 16lbs main coon fluff. Thanks Khan.]

Also thanks to anyone who helped rescue Naya while I was away on vacation. I'm sorry that was even a thing that happened.


Jul. 11th, 2014 04:26 pm
espigeonage: (💔No need for looking back)
[personal profile] espigeonage
[Julien presents the network with a winning smile. The camera's in tight enough that his wings aren't really visible, just some feathering on his bared shoulders.]

Galu, network. I've been thinking about getting a tattoo. I've got friends with ink, I know about the complications and so on, I know if I stay on-network it might not be permanent, and if I went off-network I'm sure I'd be very confused. Still! I have ideas. And I did go and re-pierce my ear, see?

[He turns his head and shakes a lock of dyed hairlike feathers out of the way - there's a gold stud in one earlobe, the skin furious red around it.]

Anyway. There's a concern with my skin, it may look normal to you but it's a whole lot thinner than yours now. Insert a joke about my sensitivity here! And there's less to work with, and I don't know if most artists would work on me. [Julien smiles again.] What do you think?


Jul. 7th, 2014 04:53 pm
moreweaponsthanyou: (a drink bigger than me)
[personal profile] moreweaponsthanyou
Who: Fil(bert), OPEN
When: 7/5
Where: Random bar in Locke
What: Fil's noticed he's finally stopped shrinking and has gone out to a bar to 'celebrate'. If he's talked to you more than once on the network and he knows you're legal, you probably got a message he's gone to so-and-so bar to have a drink or two, maybe three and you're all welcome to join him. He's open to having random passerby's join him as well, so drop on in!

There is an inn, a merry old inn beneath an old grey hill, And there they brew a beer so brown That the Man in the Moon himself came down One night to drink his fill. )


Jul. 3rd, 2014 11:55 am
youngestone: (Side-eying You So Hard)
[personal profile] youngestone
[On the evening of the second, Killian remembers to do a thing]

For the record, Ariel and I are safely in Vegas and it's just as weird as I remember it, only with more cultists who we have thankfully managed to avoid. Relatedly, if anyone in Vegas wants to meet up, I think can manage something before we have to leave...sometime, I know we're planning on being back in Locke sometime next week.

[He's tired, can you tell. A quick wave to the camera and then he ends the feed. He starts it up again in a few minutes, though this time with a filter.]

[Locked to Friends and Family of Killian and Ariel]

[And now he is the most unamused Dwarf]

Okay, which asshole planted the phone? Fil says it wasn't him but.


Jul. 1st, 2014 02:10 pm
arrowpoint: (➹ cýrawn)
[personal profile] arrowpoint
[When Liam's face appears, there's rather angry looking claw marks raked from under his left eye and over this nose. He also looks just about at his wit's end.]

Hey, guys, small emergency. Anybody good with cats? Well, I left the door to the balcony open for some air, right? and then--

[Suddenly there's a sound of a dog barking in the background. Liam looks up with an expression of horror, then tosses his iPad aside onto the couch so you have a nice view of the ceiling.]

Shit! Jack NO!

[More barking, and some angry hissing as well. There's a scuffle, and a slammed door. Afterwards the barking is muted sounding, and Liam is back into view.]

Okay, so, long story short, Naya's out on the ledge and I can't reach her.

[Now he holds the iPad straight in front of him with a hand on either side, as if holding the viewer's shoulders in earnest.]

I am no good with cats you gotta help me. It's like thirty floors up, no joke.
mistakesmakeuswhoweare: (Mischievous Grin)
[personal profile] mistakesmakeuswhoweare
So, I thought, with a certain pair having run off on their little jaunt to Vegas, I'd surprise them with a gift when they got back. Nothing much, just a drabble or two of friend-fiction.

But I could use some beta readers. Any volunteers?


Jun. 22nd, 2014 10:45 pm
espigeonage: (🎺One day one day)
[personal profile] espigeonage
[It's 11 PM on a Sunday night and Julien is bored.]

Galu, network. Random request: tell me a story.

Any story! Tell me about something that happened to you, or the other you. Or a fairytale, a joke that requires setup, something you read about in the paper, something you want to happen or really, really don't. Let me guess which one it is. I can tell you one, or a poem, or play you something from a dystopian future.

Yeah, I got the password to the other me's smartphone. It's got a lot of weird nonhuman future-music on it, and a couple of movies that haven't come out here yet. Seems like the library's got corrupted somehow, but there's still stuff there.
shineonyou: (its a gentleman's jojob)
[personal profile] shineonyou
Hey, yo, 'sup. JoJo here.

[ He waves, also showing off some fancyass leather gloves. Despite his friendly attitude, he looks pale. When he speaks, he’s out of breath. ]

Got some requests for another movie night. [ huff. ] So I’ll play those in a bit. It’ll give you somethin' to watch while waiting for me to show off my new super power. You guys wanna see it? I mean, I think it’s pretty cool.

[ huff puff. He holds up a small, Harlequin Romance novel (The Dare, specifically). He presents the book to the network much like a stage magician presents a new prop... before he starts tearing it to pieces. Each page is torn out and ripped up; not even the cover survives. In the end, there’s a pile of what was formerly a particularly hot, steamy novel. ]

So, I’ll ruin the suspense... I can put it back together. It takes a longass time, but, man, like a phoenix, this crappier Fifty Shades will rise from its higher quality ashes.

[ huff. He takes off his gloves and just shoves a hand into the pile of ripped paper. ]

But, like I said, we’re gonna be here for a few hours. So while we wait, here’s some more movies...

[ huff puff. On the schedule tonight and throughout the next day are a few old Godzilla movies, Wickerman, The Bee Movie, Space Jam again, Birdemic and the sequel, half of Gravity before JoJo half-heartedly apologizes and says it’s too stressful, a Batterman movie, MANOS: THE HANDS OF FATE, White Chicks, and Billy Madison. In the corner of the screen, he’s set up his webcam to focus on the former book throughout the movie marathon. If you’re observant, you might notice the pieces of it slowly pulled together until entire pages are mended. But you've got to be insanely observant—it’s like watching Game of Thrones streamed off particularly slow internet while also running Skype and iTunes simultaneously. A little more obvious is that Jonas passes out halfway through the first movie and doesn't move except to skip Gravity before passing out again.

In the end, the book's back together and it takes an hour or so after the last movie, but JoJo wakes up, looking worse than before. He puts his leather gloves back on, runs his hands through his hair, and offers a sleepy grin.

So here's the real question... [ JoJo presents the book to the network again. The text on some of the pages on the inside is missing. He doesn't seem to notice, though. ]

How am I gonna make some big bucks with this power?


May. 12th, 2014 04:26 pm
arrowpoint: (➹ thala)
[personal profile] arrowpoint
[Liam turns on the video on his laptop and makes sure it's working before speaking.]

Hey guys, what's up? Question. Who still has buildings in the business district that need to repairs?

I'm working down there with Rain Industries, and I figured it would probably be cool of me to ask all you guys if you needed to get it done quicker or something. I also thought some of you might have weird echo-y stuff there as well, and maybe you'd like to keep that discrete.

[He looks off to the side for a second, and yells at Jack to get off the couch before turning back.]

And another question. Any other vegans? I need to find some good places for food, like a specialty store. There's only so much I can find the grocery store that's both vegan and organic. I'm kind of tired of eating the same food all the time, you know?


May. 10th, 2014 02:34 pm
espigeonage: (👓And it teases you)
[personal profile] espigeonage
[Julien is being so careful to keep his voice light, but someone sensitive might pick up the sheathed edge. He's irritated.]

Okay, I hate asking this, but can I completely take over anyone's hot tub or like... small pool? Something not chlorinated. Or would help me set up and fill one of those largish inflatable pools on their property somewhere.

[Pause. Yeah, he probably should provide a reason.]

It looks like I'm molting. It's - annoying.
youngestone: (Broken Hearted)
[personal profile] youngestone

Here )


[After a shower, a lecture, and a good few tears, Killian gets on his laptop]

Uh. I’ve been found. I’m back. No need to look for me anymore.

[No apology for leaving since really, he’s not sure who cares beyond his family]


Apr. 24th, 2014 09:19 pm
espigeonage: (🌊And wait for the spark)
[personal profile] espigeonage
Who: Julien and OPEN to anyone in Locke! Mingling's encouraged!
When: Friday the 25th, all day!
Where: Locke City's Pine Maple Park - away from Locke's heart but well within the boundary.
What: It's Julien's birthday!

I know it gets rough/But you gotta let the sunshine in just a smidgen )
youngestone: (I'm Listening)
[personal profile] youngestone
[So it rained today. Killian happened to be out during the rain, heading home from the bus stop, and he found something.

That something is a two month old Maine Coon kitten. She's on Killian's laptop and pawing at the screen during most of this post and he just keeps picking her up and moving her off]

So would you believe there's no decent video of "Ding Dong the Witch is Dead" on YouTube? I was going to post one to celebrate Sherman's arrest. Oh well, either way.

[The kitten, bored of poking at the laptop, is now trying to climb on Killian. Again, he just keeps picking her up and putting her to the side]

And I picked up a stray cat today. I've already talked to my uncle so I'm keeping her, I know the basics of cat care so no one jump my ass for it, we've got a vet and I'm pretty sure I can afford cat food and stuff, but...anyone have any tips to keep her from attacking every little thing? And can anyone tell me what breed she is? I'm going to the vet tomorrow but I dunno if she'll be able to tell me or anything.
stillshrill: (head down)
[personal profile] stillshrill
[ Anders holds up what appear to be two limp masses of black feathers. They're too shapeless to be actual birds, alive or dead. ]

I echoed this. These. There are two of them, a matched set.

You want to know what they are?

They're called pauldrons. They're for wearing on your shoulders.

[ He shakes his head in weary incredulity. ]

First a magic staff and some kind of really weak healing magic, and now this. Feathered pauldrons. Black feathered pauldrons, no less.

Basically I get the idea that in a past life, I used to be a glam rock Gargamel. There is no better explanation.