May. 24th, 2017

freeswords: (M creepin')
[personal profile] freeswords
You should be doing your work.


If you wish to procrastinate, I can't stop you. Just remember not to waste the whole day. I'm happy to be of service. [ translation: it's been a long time in headspace. ]
voeux: (far too shallow much too deep)
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Not quite so dreadful as anticipated, then. For either of us. Actually rather charming in its own way. Nice to see other family members getting their share of the blame, for a change, even if they're the wrong ones.

Oh, no, by all means, I'd prefer to wait until they call my name - and until they do. Shame about all the real spiders and existence-destroying offspring. My desires look so simple, so reasonable by comparison, don't they? Hm.
patternicity: do not take. (pic#10537033)
[personal profile] patternicity
Perhaps, if you're truly as invested as you so often lay claim to, you'll finish doing your own research before attempting to delve back into my own. You're an entire season behind. I would suggest you not, once again, put the cart before the horse.

[ he pinches the bridge of his nose, exhaling. ] However, I am, unfortunately, all too well-acquainted with your m.o.; wishful thinking certainly isn't mine. Do what you please. You will, regardless of what any of us might have to say.
compressions: (Default)
[personal profile] compressions
I'm, uh, actually pretty happy where I am, thanks. If it matters to you, I'd rather not abandon my passion project now that I'm finally working on it.

[He sighs.]

You don't care, do you?

I guess I'd like to take a look at some of the new tech, if there really are people from the future there. Maybe talk to a nice AI, who knows.

[He's worried that the chances of any AI he meets being 'nice' are slim to none, could be interesting, anyways.]
foolproofed: Fuuuuuck let's shoot it down; credit = ??? (Is that a pigeon?)
[personal profile] foolproofed
[Marty here is standing awkwardly next to another horror media guy, as if waiting in an elevator that is puttering along at a tortuously slow rate. Mike whistles for a short spell. Marty's eyes roll to look at the ceiling, and he sways on his heels. They're waiting for The Pines apps to close, to see if one of them end up there. Awwwkward. Marty stuffs his hands in his pockets and whistles.]


So, yeah.

Aaaah, yeaaaah. I guess one of us is screwed.this is stupid but that's how i roll )

ch 128

May. 24th, 2017 11:51 pm
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It can't it can't it can't—
It can't.


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