[ The Tone clatters to the street nearby the Mezzo, en route to the drug store. Thankfully it does not break from the fall. Though the impact does start a video feed rolling. Despite the oddness of the...closes. Body shaking, his heart somehow slows and he regains some composure. Whatever entered his gaze is gone. At last the Tone comes back into focus. He picks it up, scrambles to his feet and bolts. ]
The Morning After Meme → You guys are passed out just about wherever you want. The bed, the couch, the middle of the street... → What did you two (three. Four. Five) do last night, anyway? Why does your mouth taste funny? Why are you naked? → Unless you don't want to be that's cool too. Maybe you really didn't do anything. → Please keep it innocent with the children. 8(
[ War's entire passive face appears on the screen only long enough for people to recognize him. Long enough to know who this message is from. ] I have vacated the Mezzo Hotel. If anyone requires,... Josuke, if you still require shelter, you may take my room. I shall not be needing it any further. [private to Josuke] The door is unlocked and the keys are on the nightstand. [/private]
Então, o LJ mudou desde a última vez que eu apareci aqui... Eu poderia comentar sobre o fim de FMA (mimimi), poderia comentar sobre Wimbledon (ÉPICO), poderia comentar sobre a Copa (e o que é triste de...tava de saco cheio de ter que entrar em uma por uma e ainda ficar respondendo "Você tem certeza de que quer deletar essa fic?". Pô, ff.net, eu não sou retardada de clicar por engano 40 vezes. Geez
[ Someone just hopped into the Lava world! Fuck yeah. That person is also diligently rolling the log to get to the star-- wait no, he's running on it while it's out of control, also possibly wondering HOW A FUCKING WOODEN LOG CAN FLOAT IN LAVA yeah he's not going anywhere send help ]
[ So. All of it was a ruse. A joke. A deception. Siciliana never died. She just... pretended to be another person and used this persona to accuse the Libretto of a false murder, drive them into a panic...out the useless video of nothing but him laying on his side thinking all these roundabout thoughts, recalling good and bad memories, and determining what actions to take next. A waste of time. ]
[ It's a fine day to be out in the sun, and Alfons has set up an area to work on the roof. The Tone's seated atop a toolbox, providing a prime view of Alfons kneeling at the side of what appears to be...toward the rocket for emphasis. ] -- I suppose it isn't very much in comparison to some of the technology here, but back home it was something. I was thinking of launching it later. Any thoughts
[Al is lying on his bed, sprawled out and snoozing away. One hand has smacked into the Tone, causing it to turn on perhaps, and there's a sideways view of the ten year old with an open book draped across...!!!! [Al looks around in wide-eyed panic. Then, believing himself to be alone, he bursts into tears, pulling his legs to his chest and pressing his face against his knees while shaking slightly.
