Subject: Oops.
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Posted on: 2014-11-23 04:03:00 UTC
Jenni Robinson, FicPsych. I guess I can see how the two could be confused.
I'd butt out, but those guys are my friends and I'm here now, so yeah. Don't worry, I'll stay out of the way. :)
What the loopty-loop happened last night? I woke up this mornin' and there was a pizza pinned to my wall, so there's that, and I think I went around in all black because I'm still wearing my funeral suit, and I wrote a farewell and last will and testament for my liver.
... Where the hell am I anyway? This isn't Japan.
I still can't figure out how you managed to get my number, but that is beside the point. You appear to be new to HQ, yes? If you want, I can come over and show you around-- and take you to Personnel if you want to work here.
Where are you right now?
Beats me, I dunno what this thing I'm holding is, but it seems to be sending messages and I'm getting them back so hey, that's cool.
Still wish I could find my phone.
Anyway I'm in room 20XX.
"Follow me," said Marainne as she turned on her heels and walked down the Generic Grey hallway at an unusually brisk pace for an 85-year-old.
Gaspard followed suit, calling to Ashley. "Come along and don't think of anything in particular. Judging by your lack of flash patch and your Remote Activator model you accidentally dropped by the armoury and traded in your phone for a RA. Personnel would be able to sort all of this out. Er, eventually. Any more questions about this place?"
((Whoops, my bad...))
EDIT: The funeral suit had been beyond salvaging and smelled -horrible, and had quickly been discarded to the other side of the room as Ash walked around in his silk boxer shorts to hopefully find something else to wear.
awoke with 47 plastic lawn flamingos in my bed and on surrounding floor. explanation?
How did you get this number?
And, uh, is it your birthday? Isn't that what people normally celebrate with lots of plastic flamingos?
Thought I was texting my partner. Wasn't in the RC this morning. Just the flamingos. Hopefully partner didn't transmute into forty-seven plastic flamingos in sleep. Do we have any alchemist agents?
Birthday? Don't think so. Can't remember it so doubt partner knew it either.
Wonder where they came from. Can people actually turn into flamingos here?
I could come over and check it out if you want- I don't have a mission scheduled for another couple of hours... I think.
Sure, come if you want. It's RC #251.
Shouldn't say, "don't have a mission," though. Even in text.
Her eyes had bags, and her hair wasn't in its usual ponytail, but she still gave Rina a smile. "Hey, there! Wasn't sure you would really come around."
She thrust a hand out to Rina. "Pleased to meet you! Name's Vania. Sorry about the unintentional anony-texting out of the blue!"
"Nice to meetcha, Vania. So..." Rina peered over Vania's shoulder into the RC, her eyebrows rising when she spotted the mass of pink. "Flamingo problem, huh? And your partner's, uh, vanished?" She bit her lip. "Think there's a connection, or maybe something happened with plotholes?"
"My only real clue is that our activator is gone, too. So . . . Doc apparently—Doc is my partner, by the way—Doc went somewhere, got these 'mingos, brought them back, and then went to a different somewhere.
"Of course, it's equally possible that Doc went looking for something in HQ, someone's pet Atog came in and ate the RA, and a plothole dumped the flamingos here. So." Vania shrugged. "Not much to go on, really. Any ideas?"
While Vania checked the console, Rina knelt next to one of the flamingos and turned it over, looking for markings. However, when she moved the flamingo, something inside it rattled.
"Vania?" she called. "Did you know there's something in these things?"
((And no worries, just so long as you're not hurt I'm fine. :) Post whenever you like. Also I have no idea where I'm going with this.))
"Don't know this place. Who are the Stoll brothers?"
"This is the Percy Jackson universe, and the Stoll brothers are children of Hermes. And before you ask, their name was lampshaded in canon."
Rina took another moment to drink in the beautiful, untainted canon before nodding at the RA in Vania's hand. "Next stop, then?
Rina was overwhelmed by the swirl of color. "Seriously, what is this place?"
He's unconstrained by sanity, physics, or his liver.
((I totally didn't see the same one a little ways down, my bad.))
I'm gonna go for the gay guy. The ginger is freaking me out.
If you're talking about who I think you're talking about, I gotta see this. Don't move, I'll be right there.
The weirdo ginger or the gay bloke?
The Lounge, right?
And it's both of them together. Otherwise none of this makes sense and I'm going to be really embarrassed.
By the way, have we actually met?
Wait, this isn't Denny? Who is this?
Jenni Robinson, FicPsych. I guess I can see how the two could be confused.
I'd butt out, but those guys are my friends and I'm here now, so yeah. Don't worry, I'll stay out of the way. :)
"I'm not expecting it to work." She's actually pretty sure the taller man's probably not gay- Gerry just put it that way to hopefully make Denny choke on his coffee or whatever he's drinking to stay awake on the extra shift he's doing right now- but he definitely doesn't look like the type for casual encounters of the close kind.
"I'm just hoping to rile a few people up."
"You know if he likes anything besides bleepka or is he a teetotaler sort?" While it was more aggressive, she wasn't going to give them an opportunity to leave- especially Supernumerary.
"And what's with the ginger, anyways?"
"Long story short, he doesn't normally have a mouth, so he can get a little overexcited about food. Believe it or not, he's handling himself very well, relatively." She smiled fondly in Ilraen's direction.
"As for Nume, he doesn't drink the real stuff anymore, but you could try some kind of Bleep-cocktail if you want to get fancy. Don't ask me what; I don't speak booze." She gave a self-effacing shrug. "He likes bitter stuff, though, if that's any help."
Gerry shrugged. "Sometimes you just can't tell, with some people." There was strange, and then there was strange, especially with the PPC. Andalite definitely went a long way with explaining things. She didn't even know they had any of those around here, but it stood to reason.
"And yeah, that does help," she said, as she gave another toothy grin. "Any other advice? Might as well make it fun."
"Hmm... Well, he's a Trekkie. Work that in somehow and you may escape with only a light coating of sar-plasm. Other than that, all I can say is good luck. Oh, and don't mention me. If he finds out I was involved, we're both in for it." She grinned.
Does anyone know where I am?
-you were trapped in the internet. Just asking, is it nice in there? And can you possibly solve the question of, 'is Google male or female?'
I was pretty sure I got out of there with Frost and his ridiculous puppet.
And rookie: Google was a piece of software, not a person. Even then, I seriously doubt a search algorithm has a sex in the first place.
I can see you through Windows.
((Okay, that was a horrible, horrible pun. I should probably shut up now.))
...that I have a ridiculous urge to have sex while the theme song to the Pirates of the Carrbibbean blares in the background?
Wait. Does the theme from Skyrim count? 'Cause that'd be pretty awesome sex music too.
Apparently this exists? Dunno if it does anything for me, but whatev.
Skyrim is awesome and totally counts. The Nords shoulda taken a page out of Berk's book, teamed up with the dragons, and laid fiery waste to the Empire and the Thalmor. Problem solved.
I'll try to yell "FUS RO DAH" as I climax for maximum effect. It's either gonna be awesome or totally horrible while still being a little awesome at the same time.
So who's the lucky biped getting a taste of your Unrelenting Force?
Or wait, do you mean the other one, whatsherface? I didn't know you guys hooked up! I probably was concussed. Wouldn't be the first time, or the last.
Ugh, I can't stand that you're beating me at getting laid. Maybe I'll make another run at my partner. Stubborn jerk has to give it up eventually, angst or no angst. I WILL hit that beefsteak, so help me...
(( I apologize for Gall's utter lack of class. ))
Meet you at Rudi's in fifteen. Bring money this time.
((Agreed on both points. I'm not sure whether being around these two while they drink would be hilarious or slightly terrifying. Or maybe both. In either case, I see poor decisions in their futures.))
Most certainly and undoubtedly yes. Yes in capital letters.
Would the Indiana Jones theme be any better?
The Society for the Appreciation of Composers That are Dead for 264 Years would like to remind you of a certain piece that would better fit the mood.
-Attachement included
...if I wanted to put us both to sleep right in the middle. Classical's got its place, but it's not in the bedroom. Not my bedroom, anyway.
The Society for the Appreciation of Composers That are Dead for 264 Years would like to turn you into mush, heretic! How dare you not agree that JSB is not perfection itself!
Please bring me back my left shoe. I have a mission as soon as the console decides I'm bluffing.
You have yet to return my iPod, so until I get it back, your shoe remains active hostage there pal.
I'll send along a pic next text. You have seven hours to reply.
How in the world did it get over there?
...and, uh, what's your iPod look like?
Silver and Black, has a gear with a crossed quill and pipe-wrench etched into the back. Screen is in perfect condition.
Room 20XX. Or I could come to your room to pick it up, whatever, not picky. I just want my phone back.
Dunno how I wound up with it, but could probably do you a trade. Think you could find ours? RC Phi. Don't really wanna wander the halls with one shoe.
...wait, hang on, is it a phone or an iPod?
...Great night, great people but I lost my emergency induction port, woke up this morning and just could not find it. I think I stumbled in2 ur RC last night do you have it?
How many quarians do you know in HQ anyways? You also left your Omni-tool in my dishwasher.
Oh, that's where it went. Was wondering y I had a CAD strapped to my arm.
You also left a few tech grenades in my RC. Thanks for that by the way, it cause some serious havoc when I woke up this morning, such as lighting my sheets on fire. Again.
Brb, need 2 replace my sis's lptop for 5th time. Y arn't these dmn keyboards beak-compatibl?!
Because you peck the keys too hard, you clueless tin turkey.
That man is just a bundle of powerful magic and poor judgement.
It's the Force. But yeah, I'm with you 100 percent on the "bad judgement" thing. No one is meant to combine that much alcohol with that much hot sauce.
Wake up. Eat bread. Find your dignity. Don't be late for work again.
It's 4:30 AM, and I just walked through a line of 10 deer without freaking them out. I am the campus deer queen.
Believe me they were not all deer. It was however a fantastic night.
He's unconstrained by sanity, physics, or his liver.
...so you were there too? I didn't see you. But then again, we were a bit busy with the crowbar and the Bleepka, so...
...started interpretive dancing to Mozart.
Serves you right for not listening to your superiors.
I just chose to ignore you.
Now he's sulking, and I'm at the receiving end. Thanks a bunch, really. I appreciate that.
(For the uninitiated: that was sarcasm.)
Really, don't thank me. I get enough of that every day.
My, are we pleasant today. You know that he has that damned Tablet of his in his hands, and that means you're gonna get hacked sooner or later, right?
And thanks for the warning. You're talking to the girl who stays up all night on her iPad instead of doing simple tasks like sleeping. I will be prepared!
...for not turning into a raging b*tch.
I have no idea what you have done, but keeping oneself sane is an obligation, not something to be rewarded.
I can't control myself when I wear a cape.
If this is indeed the case: do not wear a cape.
On Saturday 11th of November, Kitty wrote...
... alright, if I email the police department asking for my mug shot do you think they will email it to me?
Get drunk, eat breadsticks. It's going to be great.
...I hope we come out of this alive. And with clean prison records.
is a headline I never want to be about me.
Is it the urple colored one?
it feels like days since i sent that text
whoever you are come quick to rc 1313 and get me out of this thing
bring a big pair of scissors or something
i have no idea what colour this thing is i just know that i'm half inside it and i want out
'Cause I'd completely love to do this (I even found the perfect one for my insane Agent with questionable sanity) but I don't have Permission yet.
The short answer is yes.
The long answer is that by default, PPCers even without permission are generally allowed to join in on RPs usually- of course, if you make a muck out of things (which is rare!) you can expect a sharp poke, but that's rarely the case.