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[personal profile] rather_be_surfing
We are not going for three. I don't care how interesting it sounds to you. The second one hasn't even had a chance to look at the app.

I'm beginning to think you've gone brain dead, lady.
theladywho: (sideeye)
[personal profile] theladywho
I'm not thanking you for letting me keep my own mind. You don't get points for meeting the basic standards of decency. Find me a home and then we'll talk.

...preferably a home at that game where I get to be a pirate but don't have to worry about scurvy.
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[personal profile] halfassed
So I'm a pirate.

A trick shot. A guy who's never met Nat, never joined anything like SHIELD. A rebel.

But I've also never met Loki.

And then I'll, what. Remember everything? All at once?

[ A laugh. ] What the hell, sign me up.
bandagedbandit: Menacing scowl (Bring it bitch—make my day)
[personal profile] bandagedbandit
YOU—

[Oops. Someone's mad. Best shuffle back a bit so you're out of grabbing distance there, because Clarissa looks just about ready to slam some unfortunate sap (ie. her mundane) against the fourth wall until it breaks.]

Who the hell do you think you are to keep messing me around, huh? You're the worst, a real scumbag! Is your head so loose that you've forgotten already? We had a deal! You said if you were sending me to a game I could keep Clefairy with me, and now you're telling me that I can't?

[She pauses, still seething breathlessly: hold up, there are bigger things at stake here.]

No...not just that. That Team Rocket...that my whole life is just one big lie? Is this some twisted game to you? Actually, don't answer that. I'm sick of your bullshit and you're not finishing that app! I'll stop you if it's the last thing I ever freakin' do!

[Really now, Clarissa what are you even going to— Ah. Maybe that's where the writer's block was coming from. ...Well then.]
backtofront: (clever me)
[personal profile] backtofront
Oh, my. Don't go for the ladies much, do you?

Don't worry. I'm more than woman enough to make up for the deficit.

[A moment of holding it in, and then River bursts out laughing.]

Lord, I haven't talked like that since my twenties. I'm really getting too old, aren't I? Dreaming up another life with my brilliant alien boy-toy... who doesn't look a day over twenty-five, by the way. ...no, if I wanted arm candy, I would go back to the Capitol and take up a nice, cushy job at one of the Universities. Find some young thing who wanted me to fix his grades for him.

But I have real work to do.
worldserpent: e m b a r g o | ij (♛ against the tide)
[personal profile] worldserpent
.. Sssstrange place. What would I do? Around.. people.
heartnoglow: (restarting brain sorry)
[personal profile] heartnoglow
[ With all the stuff that the mun's done to him, with all the giving him a dual life in this new place and screwing things up even more, the one detail that stands out the most to Tony is this-- ]

Why did you have to put a virus in my brain?

Was it even necessary?
just_a_mask_now: (back into the shadows)
[personal profile] just_a_mask_now

Dear spirits, you are in denial...and seem to be enjoying it too. Haven't even considered how strange it is for me, have you? To have this existence, and then realize that you're objectively not the real, canonical one. And perhaps it's only because you're infectious, but it is my existence still...I have enough of an attachment to it.  I'm not about to give it up so easily.

[OOC: An Amon who was never really deceptive about himself. He is a nonbender, and badly scarred.]

And you're considering dropping me off at a library that Wan Shi Tong himself would've been proud of? Or in an Ark traversing the stars? Or someplace else entirely? Given your indecisiveness, might I suggest just leaving me where I am right now?  Someone needs to actually lead a revolution to victory.... 

wwii: boo you whore. (ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʟʏ ɢʟɪᴍᴍᴇʀs ᴏғ ɢᴏᴏᴅʙʏᴇs.)
[personal profile] wwii
I know nothing is ever going to be simple with you, but does it have to be this complicated?
hulkish: the system which cannot exchange heat or matter with the surroundings. (( 35 ))
[personal profile] hulkish
Listen. I. I know you think you have the hang of this. Of-- me. But you're throwing me into this madness so, what? You can interact with other mundanes you admire? [ slightly condescending look. ] I think there are easier ways.
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[personal profile] mockhero
Once, I just kept walking. The wilderness is bigger than people think, and I kept going even when it turned into foothills. I thought it would get richer, the further out I went. Instead it just got colder.

The Teshi tribes thought I'd stolen one of their bows. I had to run.

Where are we supposed to go? There are the mountains -- the Teeth -- on one side, and Tesh on the other, and the Weaver beyond that. So Twin City is home. People don't have any other choice.

It's stupid to dream of something else. Especially something like the Hunger Games.

I don't care what advice you got. The Twin City has people starving, just like District 12. That hotel doesn't.
blots: (pic#3931907)
[personal profile] blots
No. I don't want to talk about my ... revelations. Why would I? I was brain-dead, jacked from the system for 31.3 seconds. And then the antibodies kicked in. I didn't live another life. It was a delusion. There's no such person as Thor, or Frigga, or Odin -- it's not real.

If it were real, I would have won.
thelivinglegend: (catching up to tech)
[personal profile] thelivinglegend
Mundane, you got a minute?

I might be wrong, but didn't you say you didn't have any intentions of putting me in one of these games?

I'm not bucking orders, here. You want me to go, I'll go, no arguments here. But is there a particular reason why you chose this game?

No, I understand the choice in canon point, as you put it. I get it. If I'm going to end up waking up in a new world anyway, that does seem the obvious choice.

However, it doesn't help matters much if my actual past, Bucky and the squad and Peggy, is going to be a set of alternate memories. Just a mirror of a past you made up just for this game. Dealing with one past where I lost everything isn't good enough, I've got to have two, and not know for sure which one is the real one?

...

Ma'am, I'm starting to get the impression you just really don't like me.
sorcerous: (i am a monster)
[personal profile] sorcerous
Force me into a Jotunn's form, and I'll have your eyes for trophies.

I do not wish to be known as a Foundling Prince.
holygunslinger: (GHRK >8|)
[personal profile] holygunslinger
WHADDYA MEAN MY ENTIRE LIFE WAS A HIGHLY DETAILED DELUSION? That's one helluva game you found for me, mun! Makes me really happy that I stuck with you all this time, except the part where it's completely fucking ridiculous and I want to shoot you in the face!

My lord! I wish I knew what kind of drugs you have to be on to think anything about this is a good idea. It'd sure be handy to completely lose touch with reality once in a while.
unified: (o rly)
[personal profile] unified
So we return to this.

An art dealer? A critic? An officer? Surely not in the Capitol.

How do you plan to fit me inside the rules?