Nostalgia feels...

[closet_poet]

Hoo boy, where to even start...

I've gotta say, mun... You've got quite a few characters in that cramped little headspace of yours. After being stuck right there with them for a good couple of months, you'd think I'd be happy to be tossed out in the spacious open like this.

But I'm honestly not sure what to feel. What's it all for?

A brief glance back in time? How's that nostalgia treating you, bucko? You getting a good whiff of what it was like to be a kid again?

And how long's this little trip down memory lane gonna last us anyhow? A week? A day? Or maybe an hour or two?

Tch. Whatever. It's your life. Knock yourself out. Guess I'll go peruse the sights before I get shoved to the back of your headspace again.

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[likestomato]

Yeah... I know how you feel.

[closet_poet]

Good to know I'm not the only one. These muns are unbelievable.

[rrbando_rambo]

Hey, the nostalgia's been treatin' my mun pretty well for my sake. I'm in two games now, and a zombie apocalypse game with mah best friend Chip!

I can find us some fun! You've come to the right munk!

;A; Daaaaalllleeee~ ERMERGERD!

[closet_poet]

[ Have a raise of an eyebrow. She's been surrounded by talking pastel ponies for the past couple of months. Somehow a talking chipmunk seems extremely tame in comparison. ]

Zombie apocalypse? Sounds pretty depressing--not to mention dangerous, but hey. I'm up for anything at this point.

How's that workin' out for you? Being a small animal n' all?

:D HIII! OH MY GOODNESS my favorite Arnold lover <3

[rrbando_rambo]

[This was his chance to be courageous, so he stood a little taller and tried to look a little tougher.]

It's nothin' really. Chip and I are detectives so we're used to bein' in dangerous places. So far it's fine, zombies don't really look down very often. No zombie'll make a meal out of me or my buddy! [He got caught up in a combination of shadowboxing and fencing lunges and parries. He wouldn't admit it but he is fairly handy with a weapon.]

Maybe you're not cut out for a zombie-infested city. Your mun thinkin' of anythin' in particular?

Shhhhhhh... D: She'll rip you in half if she knows that you know!

[closet_poet]

Honestly, I don't think she's got anything in mind. Even if she did, far be it from her to put forth some effort and actually put me somewhere.

Not that I really care. The last thing I need is to be taken from my home and put in some random scenario.

[ Not to mention Arnold would more than likely not be there...

Arnold...

Oh my love, my golden haired dream boy! If only I could but catch a mere glimpse of your glorious oblong head again. Aaahhhh...

Woah! Snap out of it Helga, 'ol girl. You've got company. She shakes her head and crosses her arms, averting her eyes and turning away. ]

Looks like you're havin' fun though. Good to see that some muns are a little bit more productive.

Did I say that? ^^; I meant best character from the show. Yeah that! :3

[rrbando_rambo]

I'm havin' lots a' fun, but I was hopin' I could help you stick around for a while. Maybe if we keep this up she'll get ta thinkin' about keepin' you around!

A random scenario doesn't sound fun to you? What about a residence on a space station? Or, maybe a part in a storybook play? I'm in a dream type game. Shame I can't remember all of the dreams I have, but my mun could tell ya about that.

Your name would indicate you might like somewhere where you can express your poetry and talent.

[selfmadeprincess]

Shouldn't you be more grateful to your Mun for letting you out at all?

[closet_poet]

For what? For one measly shining moment out in the open? Hah. Yeah right. I could expect more out of Bob and Miriam during the playoffs.

Who asked you anyway, Goldie locks?

[selfmadeprincess]

That's not very nice to call me, especially since you have blonde hair too!

[closet_poet]

Yeah. But I'm not some frou-frou girlie girl.

[selfmadeprincess]

No, but I'm sure you wish you were. You wish you were and could thus be found more attractive than the unsightly, insecure little peasant girl you truly are in reality. Hmmhmmhmmhmm....

[closet_poet]

[ Yeah. Maybe just a little. But waitaminute. That would make her more like Olga. On second thought... No. Even if she is a little insecure, she's still proud to be her unsightly awkward self. ]

Hah. Puhlease. I don't need to be some prissy, dolled up diva. And who are you calling a peasant? You don't look like any royalty I've ever seen.

[selfmadeprincess]

I'm royalty-to-be. It's all a matter of executing all the right manuevers and finding all the right people to use and then throw away like yesterday's garbage. You don't want to be one of those people, do you?

[closet_poet]

[ Glare. ]

Hey! Listen here, sister--Helga G. Pataki ain't nobody's patsy. So why don't you 'maneuver' your trashy little self on outta here and I'll do the same.

Catch ya never, bucko.

[ And with that, Helga turns and her heel and walks off. ]

[selfmadeprincess]

[Rosemary smirks as she turns and walks in the opposite direction. An intriguing one, that Helga...and for her sake, she'd best hope she never meets Rosemary again.]