savetheearth | Entries tagged with princess tutu: mytho

HEY so some of you probably don't remember me which is GREAT because I kind of ignore most of you assholes anyway. I don't know if this is like common knowledge yet since LIKE I SAID I basically try to ignore you for the most part and pretend that none of this shit EXISTS, but I guess the police have magic dogs that can pick us out from people who aren't walking freak shows? WHICH IS AWESOME, RIGHT? I bet it was all over the network at some point, but I'm 100% a giant moron and pretty much never look, so long story short A MAGIC DOG GOT ME and some shitty dickhead cop motherfucker with an ugly face and a big butt arrested me. Did I mention he's an asshole because he is absolutely the biggest asshole fuck him.

Good news is I'm not in jail anymore, hooray for me, right? "BUT RAY HOW DID YOU GET OUT OF JAIL WHEN THEY KNOW YOU'RE ONE OF US :( ?" you may be wondering. Or maybe you don't give a fuck. Well listen up motherfuckers because you're ABOUT to give SUCH a fuck.

I may or may not have completely agreed to act as an informant for the people that want us dead soooooooo that's a thing that's happening now. Detective Slenderman or whatever wants NAMES and I don't want to be DEAD so he's getting his goddamn names.

Now don't worry, I'm not a complete asshole. I'm not going to charge right up to the fucker and sell all of you out, but I can only give the guy fake names and bullshit for so long before he starts catching on and sends the murder patrol to my front door. SO HERE'S HOW THIS IS GOING TO WORK (it probably won't work but I like to pretend to be optimistic): I need volunteers. I need actual REAL LEGIT NAMES to give this dude. Yes that would make life harder for you and YES it would be a giant pain in the ass but maybe we can think of a way to make this work to our advantage somehow? OR you can all just tell me to fuck off and worst case scenario only I have to become dead because I'd rather do that than get anyone else killed. Still though I'd prefer to be ALIVE.

PS: As a general rule, if you're not old enough to drink you're not old enough to volunteer for something this goddamn stupid so you dumbass teenagers can just fuck right off. At the very least nobody's going to be able to accuse me of getting kids mixed up in this.

PPS: I KNOW, I'M A MORON, I GET IT, I'M SORRY, ETC. SHIT HAPPENS, DEAL WITH IT.

dead_black_eyes

[It's his first time posting to the network, and he doesn't realize it yet. Because he has taken out a clean sheet of paper, titled it a number that is almost as comforting as his birthdate as a working title, and has begun draft 18 of Chapter 9 of his detective novel's sequel.]

"But, Jonathan," she whispered, leaning close and hugging embracing him happily like she never wanted to let go. "I don't want you to leave. It's too dangerous. He didn't care about the danger, but he cared about Joann Sophie Florence Abigail Esmeralda Marie. "I love you," Marie said, sincerely like she meant it lovingly. "I

[At this point, the struggling unpublished mystery writer scribbles to vent some frustration.]

princenopants

Who: Siegfried and Open!
When: Saturday afternoon
Where: One of Locke City's various small parks.
What: Siegfried fretting over a sick pigeon

( Witty bird related cut text here? )

princenopants

Who: Siegfried, Maya and Arthur
What: Siegfried decides to take a risk. A really stupid risk.
When: 7/22
Where: Elledell college campus

( This happens far too often )

fatherssins

[ There's a ~~somewhat nervous~~ smile on Adrian's face and he clears his throat, trying to think of how to phrase what he's about to say. He's not exactly unpleasant to watch, and those who recognise Adrian may notice that his eyes are no longer blue, but gold. ]

So, hyperthetically speaking, what advice would you give someone who might like another person but doesn't really think that they're in the same league as each other?

[ Another pause, he could only imagine how pathetic this must have looked to certain people on the network, but he really didn't have anyone else to ask. Apart from his boss, and that was not going to happen. ]

I'm not asking for me, I'm asking for someone else, of course.

princenopants

Who: Siegfried and anyone else who attends the ~~dancing for echoes~~ dance class.
What: Discovering Past Life Memories Through Dance
When: 7/17
Where: The Transitory School of Dance [also known as "hippy dippy twirly whirly" to the less cooth of the community]

( And those who just like the way that sounds. )

[[OoC: Make your own threads, puppet the instructor, have fun with it!]]

princenopants

[[Siegfried is in his dorm room, sitting on the windowsill, looking a touch befuddled.]]

There was a class today... [[He holds up a flyer that he had been given for a class entitled Discovering Past Life Memories Through Dance. It has two dates on it, the 16th and the 17th and says "no previous dance experience necessary!" in cheerful bold letters.]]

Something happened... that I don't know how to explain.

[[OoC: Log for the 2nd class will be up tomorrow for all your comedic needs~]]

espigeonage

[You're treated to an unsteady, sort of skewed moving view of the inside of the apartment Julien shares with his sister. Visible mostly are the floor, the lower edges of walls and furnishings, and his legs and bare feet as he walks nervously through, but it's decent enough. Not entirely neat but clean, at least. To human eyes. He sounds... well, he's gotten so good at sounding normal, but right now Julien's talking with two nearly-identical harmonizing voices and a sort of flange, and doesn't sound good.]

Is this even working? Shit. I don't - it looks sort of like home but this doesn't make any sense, why is - what - dyes? Ugh, god, look at this. I don't... look, what is even with that! [It's a laundry basket full of haphazardly stacked clothes. Looks totally normal.] Even my hands, that's so gross. [There's a flash of one of them. Clean, with trimmed fingernails.]

That's her handwriting. [A note in blue pen on the kitchen table, saying did the headache pass? he might be sick if he's sleeping in this late and don't you dare try to tough it out, saying she took Valerie to the daycare, and go the other way if he meets sootballs again.] Pens don't come in that... color. Nothing is that color. Shit. Am I even... in Kansas anymore?

[The view starts to turn but stops on a shot that includes the window. Blue midmorning sky, barely a cloud in sight, but his phone trembles and he sounds even worse.]

Oh my god.

Oh god.

- I can't stay here.

[So yeah! Bird vision: not like ours. If the game was a series and people RPed him, this would be used as proof that he doesn't react well stuck in jamjars.]

princenopants

Who: Siegfried and Arthur
What: Arthur spots that kid who got his fish a new tank and decides to thank him the only way he knows how.
When: 7/11, afternoon
Where: Starting at a park, ending in ADVENTURE!

( ADVENTURE! )

princenopants

Who: Siegfried and anyone at the library
What: Quality time with books in the comfort of air conditioning.
When: 7/5
Where: Locke City Public Library

( Like being lost in wikipedia, only with physical books. )

italktofish

Hello there, everyone! I know the things that happened in the mines were absolutely HORRENDOUS, and I know several of you have been feeling down! But you can't give up!

[And Arthur will begin to sing THIS. It is also entirely possible the sound of running water might be heard in the background, for he is singing in the shower.]

I call it my ROUSING SONG OF HEROISM!

espigeonage

Who: Julien and plotting meme peeps! OPEN in general too.
Where: Anywhere convenient
What: Meeting/reacquainting with people and getting CR? Light fare, nothing huge scheduled. Yet.
When: Before the call to see the Sage

( I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven. )

amberhearted

Anyone head to the museum with the statues recently? Heard they added a real live bird. Is that normal?? Idk I don't [ and then he forgets to backspace ] familiar with the artistic community unless you count the homeless lol

italktofish

[So, ever since he's found the network, Arthur has been so excited at finding a bunch of new people to talk to. And he's been trying quite hard to talk with everyone! Over the past few days, he's left a series of messages on the network of varying levels of unimportance. Indulge him? Tell him to quit spamming with this mess? Pick your poison; just specify which message you're replying to!]

( Backdated to Saturday, May 25 )

( Backdated to Sunday, May 26 )

( Backdated to Monday, May 27 )

( Backdated to Tuesday, May 28 )

( Backdated to Wednesday, May 29 )

( Thursday, May 30 )

princenopants

[[The image that shows up is a Firefox window, set on Google. Someone tried looking up the numbers in the search bar, it would seem.

The next search is for “The Prince and the Raven” followed by the same title in German. Then the name Drosselmeyer. Then a few combinations of title and author name. There’s a pause before a new search is entered:

“Getting away from your controlling parents.”

This one actually gets results.]]

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