ursoreckless: (party is wut)
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[ Shou's voice still has it's rough accent, and it's more pronounced in this feed. he's a little tired and a little wired, a combination that often drove him out of his apartment and into bars looking for something interesting, but for now, he rather just ramble to the club. Later on, he could be found in various clubs, hanging around having a few drinks or stopping as a gas station to fuel up his car, or even at a park, laying on the grass watching the stars and singing the song his past self knew. ]

Given how everything's going and how we're still outta luck with the drinking water, there's still something about this place I like. I dunno what it is, but the city seems more at peace when the sun's gone down. Maybe it's the moon. I never been one to watch it before, but it looks like it's trying to eat the world.

[ He sort of laughs at himself because really, the moon eating the planet? Ah there is his active imagination again. ]

You know, just because crap is happening to us doesn't mean we can't have a little fun. It doesn't mean that life's stopped for us. We can be careful and still go out. It'll be harder, but we can do it.

We can do anything. We just gotta start acting.

Anyways, I'm going out. If you can't sleep like me, just say the word and I'll meet up with you, okay?



[ooc; as it says above, he's out roaming around in his car. timeline is like - midnight, wandering downtown in and out of clubs and the like until they start shutting down, driving around after 2 am, laying in the park at 3 am :3 ]
shambles: (that is not TRADITIONAL FIRE)
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So... I didn't really want to use the network for this, but didn't know where else to ask.

[Anyone who has ever spoken to him before will notice he sounds considerably more British.]

Is there anywhere to get a sword? I suppose either a place in the city or online would work. Both are equally suspicious, since swords are so relevant in this day and age.

[Because clearly getting a gun would be far too reasonable.]
vanisland: (disdain)
[personal profile] vanisland

Okay, either someone remodeled my bathroom while I wasn't looking, or I just won another prize from the crazy past life lottery thing.

[Attached is an image of a somewhat spacious wood-walled bath. Steam drifts lazily from the surface of the water, indicating that it's heated.]

Personally, I'm not gonna complain about this one, since I might need to relax after the water starts being drinkable without laughing for hours on end afterwards.

-Jacqli

[She doesn't realize she's added the signature.]
these_orcs_must: (Default)
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[Sorry to disappoint, Robert is actually dressed tonight. He's got a tank top with his gym's logo (A stylized hand giving a thumbs up) and gym shorts.]

So yeah those flashback echo thingies? Creepy. Also, apparently the laughing water still works if you inhale it as steam.

Anyways, I guess I never introduced myself. I'm Bob, and I own a gym. Bob's Lift to Win Gym. It's down town, across the street from the big supermarket. I told the receptionist that if anyone comes in and says they're "From the network", she's supposed to give them a full gym membership for free. Cuz, you know, it seems like we deal with some pretty heavy shit. Being in shape probably can't hurt. We've got weight rooms, indoor courts, a jogging track, a sauna, and some rooms that dance classes and shit like to rent.

Probably...shouldn't use the sauna right now, though.
comparative_insanity: (If I said I needed a hug)
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[Hello network, have a rather tired and bedraggled-looking Fenn with a blanket around his shoulders, clearly shirtless underneath, a cup of tea curled in one hand.]

You know what can really put a crimp in your sex life?

[Yes, that is definitely a valid question to ask the network early in the morning. The kids can just... not listen, okay.]

Any takers? I mean, apart from these- [He effortlessly extends his foot-long claws and then retracts them again] -which I think can cut through metal and really were a problem for a while there?

I'm pretty sure none of you's gonna be able to guess, seeing as it's pretty specific, so I'll go ahead and tell you, how about that? And no, it ain't personal or dirty as such, just gross as shit.

[A pause, and he grimaces, one hand darting up to massage his left eye.]

It's when your lover kisses your eye in a kind of romantic gesture - bless his heart - and you end up with this... really damn vivid memory of having it gouged out and eaten. Like, the feeling of having your eye still partly attached and chewed loose? [A shudder.] Seriously, I ain't sure how much more messed-up shit I can take "remembering", or whatever it is we do.

[A loose shrug, teacup wobbling a bit.] Sorry to put y'all off your breakfasts, I just wanted to whine a bit. Carry on, I guess.
grimmopedia: (date close up)
[personal profile] grimmopedia
Does anyone know a bar that doesn't water down their alcohol? I am tired of this man. Everyone thinks I'm some ridiculously happy drunk now.

[All Monroe wants is to drown his frustrations in a bar without giggling. Is that too much to ask?!?]
cava: actually i don't these glasses are too tinted (Default)
[personal profile] cava
[a voice comes through, clearly being run through a filter.]

Ça va, ça va, ça va?

I've already examined the FAQ, after doing a bit of digging. I would dismiss this all as nonsense, were it not that I attempted using the numbers on a piece of paper. From there, I'm sure you can guess at the result.

Très intéressant.

I'll spare the usual questions, and leave you to whatever it is you hope to accomplish. Frankly, all this talk of heroism hurts to hear! I don't have the time to spare for such nonsense. But, once more, don't mind me. I look forward to seeing how this plays out regardless.

I bid you bonne chance, Numbers Club.
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[personal profile] rivalize
[Tyler Vaughan. The name's written in bold black on a pinkish piece of paper, bigger than everything else as if to shame him further. Because it's not just a piece of paper. It's a goddamned ticket, and considering the charged fine at the bottom—which is ridiculously high for what he deems to be a very minor offense—he really doesn't need the whole finger pointing to remind him. The message overlapping his transgression has been scribbled carelessly, a sloppy note that gives very little room to guess just how irritated he is.

Figures he'd finally break the ice when he can barely handle himself thinking.]


Who the hell gets fined for jaywalking? $150. Are you fucking kidding me? That's pretty much half my pay for a whole damn week. I don't f

[There's the beginning of another sentence below, scrawled through and unreadable—certainly another bout of indignation, skipped in favor of addressing a mild concern plaguing his mind.]

Probably wouldn't have happened if there weren't so many damn cops around. What's up with that anyway? Can't go anywhere without running into one.
these_orcs_must: (Default)
[personal profile] these_orcs_must
[It's late at night. The video cuts in to show a view from a large, fogged up bathroom mirror that someone just idly wrote a number in with his fingertip. After a moment, the foggy face peers closer, and you can sort of make out a craggy, stubbly, masculine face through the fog.

A second later, the man reaches up and actually wipes the mirror clearer with one hand, revealing Robert Knox, local gym owner, who is still dripping wet and undressed except for a towel wrapped around his waist. Do you like a well defined physique? Because damn.]

Huh. I think this mirror is broken.