Regarding a dream involving him.

[messiahwithagun]

You don't write me anymore, and you haven't played the game in quite some time, now. ...No, Tin Pin Slammer doesn't count.

I'm sure there's some brilliant psychological explanation for it, but I'm not going to bother trying to pick apart your brain. Some of my headmates bite.

Yes, I'm referring to Kaden and Viral. I'm not one to be vague. Ever. Not ever.

...No, I wasn't calling out from your subconscious. How bored are you? And more importantly, how lonely do you think I am?

Concerned AU!Kylo/Rey spawn is concerned.

[vaner_solo]

Dear Mister Mun Player Guy,

I really don't want to be here. I mean, I'd love to meet everyone. I think. So long as they're not part of the First Order that Father defeated. But I really can't stay here. It's not safe. I need to go find a Jedi Master or maybe run away like Grandpa Han used to or something. I don't know. What I do know is something's very wrong with me, so it's better if I'm not near anyone. I don't want to hurt anyone.

I don't want to be 'strong with the Force'. I can't get rid of it, though. I can only get rid of me. So if you could help me hide and not look for people for me to talk to, that'd probably be better... [He scrubs at his eyes, tiredly.] Oh, if I could please have some coffee, that'd be good, too. I like the black stuff. It works better.

Thanks,
Vaner Solo

On pondering Station72, canon is 12 Monkeys Syfy

[splintercells]

Hey, player, I get it. The whole laid-back, all expenses paid trip to the city where nothing happens got complicated. Really complicated. Makes sense you'd pick more action for me this time, considering what I come from.

I just got one question: did you have to go all the way to threatening another apocalypse on top of the one we already survived? It wouldn't take that much for me to help another world out, y'know. Taking on those kinds of missions is what I do. This feels like overkill.

Literal overkill, with barely anything left to kill back home anyway.

But I'll do it if you can make it happen. At least it's not that galaxywide TV show thing. You're not still considering that, right?

... Right?

A little pest who won't leave me alone

[knowntohisfriends]

Pest? So that's what we're callin' it these days? Well, I never. Gent like me bein' called a pest, an' to think I was honourin' you with my good company. Not that there's much to be doin' round these parts. Ain't even sure what you got planned for me. I've got things to be doin', you know. Can't be hanging around here like I've got all the time in the world.

An' who's this bloke you keep going on about? Nothin' like him. Or Sikes. Me own man, that's me. The Artful Dodger. You, though, your call me Mister Dawkins, we ain't rightly knowin' each other yet. Anyway, why would I want to get involved in some ... bloomin' revolution. Every man for himself, an' Dodger first, that's how it goes.

Anyway, it's in France. Not going there, not on your life.

Ok, so this guy is gonna be 10% canon and 90% my own headcanon, because lack of info. Yay! ;)

[undercherryblossoms]

No.

[He's too busy with some paperwork right now to say more, but apparently his muse doesn't understand short answers. Oh, well. Maybe he has to talk to her, after all. He doesn't mind talking to people, but not when he's busy. Which means that, nowadays, he gladly socialises... maybe a few times a year. Which is not any different to how it's always been.

No, he doesn't dislike people. He's just busy taking care of his king, has been ever since he could remember.]

No, miss 'Mun'. You're not going to 'make up' anything up about me. If you throw me at some 'memes' as you're planning to do, my character is not going to change according to your whims.

And I don't understand your complaints. As far as I can understand, you've heard my name mentioned years ago and since then, you hoped that somebody would write a chapter about me in a history book. And after all this time, you've only found a sentence or two. In, as you, a chapter about my King. Which is as it should be. Moreover, if you insist on talking to me more, show me that chapter.

[Just to check whether the author hasn't slandered his King in any way.]

[quirks his brows at the next question] Voicetesting? I have learned how to sing, long time ago, from my mother who was also a servant... there. Where the snow always fell.

[Speaking of Raggs, home that will never be home again... that wasn't subject for conversations with strangers. Not now, not ever. Even if he ever set his foot in Raggs again... maybe he would, but only as an enemy, as things were turning out so far. Still, not for strangers to pry.]

But I haven't sung even a few words for half my life now. I shan't do so ever again. Oh? You meant something else?

voice testing; thinking about savrou

[heelys]

Seriously boss-lady, are you ready for a bot this awesome?

I mean, I know you keep saying that I'm like this other guy you play, but damn! I'm waayy better! Have you seen how fast I can go? Wheels on heels totally trumps transforming into Earth animals any megacycle! Not to mention my paint job is wicked cool and better than green.

--Not that Bulkhead isn't rocking it, of course, but you get me.

I'm just saying, if you decide to put me anywhere, make sure it's not in nature or anything, and at least make sure I'm not the shortest bot there? Gotta have priorities.