dear_mun | Aug. 28th, 2013

Aug. 28th, 2013

( Here there be purple courier. Seizure warning for lots of gifs in the comments. )

W-well, if it's necessary, I have to go along with it, but...

If you're so nervous about it, why are you trying when you... don't need to?

_{[He realizes how much he actually relates to the first part of that question and it makes him nervous.]}

...I-If that's the case... I suppose it's like he said. From here we do this as a team. W-we just need to keep our goal clear, in mind, and--and keep moving towards it...

volodarte

Come now, signora, it hasn't been all that long since you last played. I believe I've only accumulated a slim layer of dust. It's time you got back on that horse and start writing again! Your work can wait a night or so (not that I am much one to talk, as I have been told that my workshop may be a...what did they call it...a firetrap with my projects but we are not talking about me here). Now let us start back up together! Buona fortuna! In bocca al lupo!

notladrian

Not that I would dream of dragging you away from pleasurable pursuits in the name of dilligence, but it sounds as though you're neglecting the grand adventures of my canon in favour of watching competitive housekeeping. How exactly does one not only bake, but Bake-Off?

No, I am not particularly interested in watching it with you, but I suppose I don't enjoy the luxury of excusing myself, do I?

[IN THE DISTANCE, THE OPENING SCENES OF THE GREAT BRITISH BAKE-OFF PLAY.]

...So the plants truly are green in some lands. I doubt any of us could have imagined how beautiful that would be.

[...SEVERAL ROUNDS OF BREADSTICKS LATER...]

Ahh, the food of the aristocracy, tiny portions, strong in spices. Why do you never eat like this?

[...AND THEN SOME DECORATIVE LOAVES ARE BAKED...]

This must be some form of elaborate self torment in your culture. Them, for subjecting themselves to the critical whims of your culinary celebrities, and you for spending hours at a time gazing upon the creation of gourmet loaves while stocking your own closet with the most floppy, cheap excuse for bread I've ever seen...

...Wait, was the former episode about cakes? Come, we shall watch that one now.

goodnightdearlisteners

Now, isn't this better?

Do you feel more confident now? Great! You just have to get used to writing my copy. I know, I know - my voice is distinct. But hey - you're going to do great.

Maybe I'll even get to start a new radio show! Wouldn't that just be sooooo GREAT?

[He pauses - his eyes wander off to one side. All three of them.]

If only I could share it with dear, dear Carlos. Do you think he might follow me there? For science, maybe?

captainwhale

Wait, what do you mean you want to put me in a "horror game"?

Miss Mun? Um-- That doesn't sound-- wait, can't we talk about this? Miss Mun--!

theprinceofsilence

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painetched

Just go catch some shut-eye, kid. You'll need it.

We can keep, there.

... and I mean, go now.

5055034455

Here's what yelling at your TV accomplishes: Nothing. Nada. Zip, zilch, bupkis. Diddly squat. How many other ways do I have to say it, huh?

The difference here between you and I is that I have every reason to lack chill right now. You, on the other hand? C'mon. Let's do it together — deep breath in, slow exhale. Through the nose. Shut off your DVR and go get some breakfast before you pull a muscle or something.

barelythere

...

... 'Shipping Day'?

I don't get it... are you mailing something...?

thesmallesthero

No fair! I wanted big me an' girl me an' Engwand all in the same buggy!

Oh well, I get to drive!

stupidbutgreat

[Not a lot to say. Sulking.] You don't know what you are doing, mun. This never bodes well.

openturn

I'm not jealous. That was a legitimate critique -- the butterfly isn't meant to look like that. The recovery was all wrong, for one. And only beginners need to pull so far above the waterline to take breaths.

[ hey... it's okay to be jealous, you know -- ]

More like I want compensation for being forced to watch that.

[ you weren't forced, though... ]

bubblier

Look, if they're really that sore about it, let them be. You were just the messenger. If they're shooting, dodge the bullet.

You're doing your best and that's all you can really do at this point. Forget about them and the comments they're making. Look at it as a lesson learned and move on.

loveandbeautyshock

Mun! I think you've made a wise decision! Sun Tzu has said that the quality of decision is like the well-timed scoop of ice cream as it hits its intended cone! I think we've made a good choice in ice cream here.

[Minako, that's not the right-]

Anyways, I'm glad you're getting my friends to come along too! Just make sure there's enough things to do, enough cute boys to look at! Especially for Rei-chan. She's been cranky lately. I'm doing this for your own good, Rei-chan.

vanyelashke

Dear Mun,

The first time you tried this you declared it something as a failure yourself. I'd thought then that perhaps you would leave me in peace. Now, I find that this is not the case at all, but here I am again.

I thought I made it clear that I want nothing but to be left alone. I do not like this place. Your consciousness and mine, I feel both of them. And I see the words on this screen that inhabit no physical space, and I feel quite disorientated when we do this.

No, the fact that you re-read the story of my childhood does not impress me, as if anyone would want to hear a story such as that. The fact that you get enjoyment out of it doesn't help matters.

You remind me that Starwind is here, and possibly even 'Lendel. Why would you even tell me such things?

I am not interested. I told you.

Now let me go.

not_onyourside

You are far too happy about my imprisonment. Considering I do not have my cigarettes and am going to be hanged, I am not quite sharing your excitement.

No, I am not looking forward to finding out what happened and I do not care about zhe ridiculous conjectures everyone ees making. I zhink you are all overreacting.

Perhaps your time would be better spent doing somezzing ozer zhan sitting zhere making zhat obnoxious noise?

zoy

Well, well, it looks as though there's no reason for you to put me in that game anymore, is there?

What a shame. I was so looking forward to all the drama you were going to put me through. [all the sarcasm. all of it]

Current Mood: nostalgic

misfier

Now now meatsack, does this mean I get to go to a new game? You better make me those icons, by the by.

And can we not send me to some kind of apocalyptic-type-situation? I don't really do well with being underfed.

What about that one game where people have to cuddle you? Yeah... that sounds like a place I want to go.

hulkintraining

( Beware of spoilers )

truesight

You couldn't send me to a place with, oh, I don't know- a beach? Or even just a nice lake? Maybe a gazebo with a view to lounge in, someone there passing out fruity drinks with umbrellas while I get my art on? I know the Fates [ ...mods. ] haven't actually decided that I'll end up there, but an abandoned college campus with vampires on fire in the middle of winter isn't my idea of a fun time.

Not that life on the turtle's been horrible. I mean, okay, skydiving with a cute guy is a plus. But it's not exactly a vacation there all the time, either! Like sending me into a nightmare world was at all fair.

-- Speaking of which, we need to fix things with Percy and Annabeth. Pronto. Do not put this off, got me? Seriously, you need to start making lists or something again, I can't always be around to remind you of these things.

[ huff ]

I need to go paint something.

friendseeking

So... I can go?

( Elize's eyes light up. )

Mm... Of course I'm a little nervous but... I really want to! It seems like a really great place...

( She fidgets, but she looks genuinely happy about the situation. )

I want to be with all my friends.

guinness

—Right, sorry, you're who again?

welcome2level7

Really?

No, I'm not going to try and talk you out of it. I'll just wait until you get bored, or decide I'm too difficult, and then we can both pretend this never happened.

blankflankbuilder

Come on, mun! The sooner you get that darn app finished, the sooner I can get in the game. I know you were disappointed with the app last time but I'm sure we'll get in this time. Oh, can you try to find Sweetie Bell, Scootaloo, and Babs? That would be awesome if we could get all the Crusaders together!

[Apple Bloom, relax a little.]

Just think, we could be Pirate Crusaders! Get on it mun!

runveryfast

My most troublesome Mundane,

Inhabiting your labyrinthine mind and enduring the company of the myriad and sundry rapscallions I must share the space with is trying, but I suspect your current schemes spell far worse for me. If I understand correctly, you wish to separate me from my sister and the questionable value of Javier's tutelage, directly after the Inquisitor left us to that fate. While Wanda is of the strict opinion that I am in need of looking after, I say the same of her. We have not and never should be parted. Furthermore, this promise of other selves from other worlds distresses me, and nigh as much the idea of enemies and compatriots alike who come from different times where Witchbreed are embraced and lauded. While I am intrigued by the possibility--you see, I am not quite the bastion of orthodoxy that my sister is, she a sister and I denied the priesthood--I foresee considerable difficulty resulting.

I do not even care for speaking English, though my grudge against the clumsy tongue may well spring entirely from my interactions with that boorish King James. Were it not for the possibility of other souls gifted with speed to match mine, I would refuse my acquiescence outright.

Your Servant, Petros of Rome, in the Year of Our Lord 1602, on the desolate shores of wretched Newfoundland, in the hands of God.

homeworlds

(even if you can't see her raising an eyebrow there's more than enough incredulity dripping from her voice to imagine it there)

You've explained it, and I understand what you're saying - but it just doesn't make any sense. You're sending me someplace, but there's no mission or purpose - and - it'd what? (mumble mumble. tali crosses her arms)

...turn me human? Human.

...how exactly is that supposed to work?

...space magic does not exist! Stop saying that!

bedheaded_trainer

Aww come on Mun! You have to find the way out! How hard can it be?

[ You try it. ]

Wha- No way! If you can't find the exit then how can I? Use your head!

[ But you just said--]

Anyways! Let's get cracking! Seventh time is the charm!

grumpycyclops

...You're a goddamn riot, kid.

And so what? So the Foot's got some extra muscle, big freakin' deal. In case ya haven't noticed the city's at war. If Shredder plans on winnin', he ain't gonna hold anything back.

under_the_hood

I don't know what you hope to accomplish here. But it's a waste of time. You're as bad as Will, frittering away your life, and worse, mine.

[Ellen huffs out an impatient sigh.

And then she nocks an arrow.]

May I go now?

ihavedreamsyouknow

Oh hi! I'm the game moderator!

Listen, I've got to step out for a few seconds. Would you mind looking things over for me? [you answer yes because it is that kind of children's book.]

Great! There's one thing before I leave-

Don't let the pigeon mod the game.

cupio

It's okay to think a different way than everyone else. If you liked it, you liked it. I mean look at me, you wouldn't be half as into this whole thing if you thought I didn't have my own mind, right? And it could have been way worse. I think it worked out.

Now, we should be using this. We've been in the City for months. Simon should be there. And my mom. And Luke. If it's new then we're more likely to find them. Let's get on that.

notagecko

( Cut for spoilers )

3rd_st_sinner

( Cut for spoilers )

overdosing

Hm, hm, hm. What have I been doing for six months? [in his best, most smarmiest isn't-it-obvious tone:] Working, of course. Did Demoman not say as much? Really, my dear, you must learn to pay more attention!

[but - but -]

See you in October, Fräulein. [~smile~]

allbite

Well, well. Can't seem to get enough of me, can you? Using me for your amusement—I ought to punish you severely. Yet, I could admit your offer is enticing... ~~Flesh to cut. Bones to break. Faces to step on.~~

As long as the character count doesn't dwindle by the time you bring me back around, I would comply.

No slacking; give purpose to your holiday weekend.

—And as for you, fellow actors, are you sure you're ready to take me on? I'm no stray dog.

I think we have issues.

Aug. 28th, 2013

Aug. 28th, 2013

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