[typed from the hospital basement]
hate to be a bother but nobody would happen to have a spare coffin laying around, would they? i'm not a huge fan of them myself but since sitting up makes my stomach put on an impressive gymnastics display i don't think i'll be making it up to the ceiling. oh look i think that backflip just scored a 9.8.
so about that time that happened before i woke up here
um
i'm guessing sorry doesn't really cut it. but sorry.
except for that fellow who was lurking outside the girls' cabins. he probably deserved it.
anybody who feels like taking out the vampire can come on down. my sword is right in the corner over there and my me is right here. it'd probably be cathartic or something. don't mean to give you the extra work of walking all the way down here but: one, i'm not in any condition to be walking anywhere soon and two, i'm sort of embarrassed and actually might never be coming out of the basement again ever. the bunny rabbit would probably eat me if i tried.
i just ask that you not bring the stake and that other thing into it too unless you bring a moogle as well. i sort of feel like dying but only as a temporary kind of thing. besides i don't think i'm fit for making such important life decisions right now.
also coffee please. i feel like my head's been run over by a horse on wheels.
((OOC: Replies assumed to be typed unless otherwise indicated. Maladict is currently suffering flashsides -- like flashbacks, except not confined to travelling backwards along one linear timeline -- to Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
...also, Discworld vampire hallucinations are contagious, so if you head down to the basement -- well, you, too, might see the bunny.
Given how I'm still actually finishin up some threads in the vampire post, this post is totally open for, like, THE REST OF THE WEEK or something I don't know, just come and mock the hungover vampire.))
so about that time that happened before i woke up here
um
i'm guessing sorry doesn't really cut it. but sorry.
except for that fellow who was lurking outside the girls' cabins. he probably deserved it.
anybody who feels like taking out the vampire can come on down. my sword is right in the corner over there and my me is right here. it'd probably be cathartic or something. don't mean to give you the extra work of walking all the way down here but: one, i'm not in any condition to be walking anywhere soon and two, i'm sort of embarrassed and actually might never be coming out of the basement again ever. the bunny rabbit would probably eat me if i tried.
i just ask that you not bring the stake and that other thing into it too unless you bring a moogle as well. i sort of feel like dying but only as a temporary kind of thing. besides i don't think i'm fit for making such important life decisions right now.
also coffee please. i feel like my head's been run over by a horse on wheels.
((OOC: Replies assumed to be typed unless otherwise indicated. Maladict is currently suffering flashsides -- like flashbacks, except not confined to travelling backwards along one linear timeline -- to Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
...also, Discworld vampire hallucinations are contagious, so if you head down to the basement -- well, you, too, might see the bunny.
Given how I'm still actually finishin up some threads in the vampire post, this post is totally open for, like, THE REST OF THE WEEK or something I don't know, just come and mock the hungover vampire.))