AU!LOG: OPEN TO ALL
Who: America and EVERYONE IN THE AU WORLD EVER
Where: Spero University, that one building where people are likely throwing toilet paper out of windows and onto the trees.
When: Saturday night
Rating: Go look at the rating on the nearest stupid teen movie. That is it.
Summary: THERE'S A PARTY AND EVERYONE'S INVITED. It may double as a cover to get all Discedo people in a way that isn't suspicious, hide outlaws, and kidnap nonhumans, but who's even paying attention to that? There's hot wings and that is all that matters.
the log:
Now, anyone who has heard America's screaming announcement (and hadn't immediately been stricken deaf) would know that there is a party going on. You then would have to get directions to the University, ride a boat for an hour, and then wonder if it was all worth it.
That depends on your definition of "worth it." As you stare at the ruined lawn with several unidentifiable people passed out on it, others floundering in a pool, and hear the sounds of livers committing suicide to the tune of catchy pop music, your reaction may vary from a satisfied nod to inwardly cursing the nature of the universe.
It is at this point that you may want to remind yourself that there is a specific purpose to you being here. Maybe you've been tempted by the implication that he's trying to get all of the people who remember the real Discedo together in a way that won't arouse much suspicion. Maybe you're seeking him out to hide from the law (and relying heavily on everyone else's intoxication to go undetected). Maybe you're a non-human seeking shelter from the prying eyes of your followers.
Or maybe you just want weed and hot wings. That's okay. Who's judging? Not America. And certainly not the guys smoking the hookah and using air traffic control wands to usher you through the front door. As you gaze upon the glowing items, please take a moment to lament that this party is infinitely more interesting than 90% of actual campus parties. But anyway.
Amidst the drinking, dancing, and lawn flamingo sword fights, America is somewhere awaiting you. You might want to find him before the police find you.
Or before he does something stupid to impress everyone. Both are very likely possibilities.
(You are also pretending that this log intro was interesting and witty. PRETEND, DAMN IT.)
Where: Spero University, that one building where people are likely throwing toilet paper out of windows and onto the trees.
When: Saturday night
Rating: Go look at the rating on the nearest stupid teen movie. That is it.
Summary: THERE'S A PARTY AND EVERYONE'S INVITED. It may double as a cover to get all Discedo people in a way that isn't suspicious, hide outlaws, and kidnap nonhumans, but who's even paying attention to that? There's hot wings and that is all that matters.
the log:
Now, anyone who has heard America's screaming announcement (and hadn't immediately been stricken deaf) would know that there is a party going on. You then would have to get directions to the University, ride a boat for an hour, and then wonder if it was all worth it.
That depends on your definition of "worth it." As you stare at the ruined lawn with several unidentifiable people passed out on it, others floundering in a pool, and hear the sounds of livers committing suicide to the tune of catchy pop music, your reaction may vary from a satisfied nod to inwardly cursing the nature of the universe.
It is at this point that you may want to remind yourself that there is a specific purpose to you being here. Maybe you've been tempted by the implication that he's trying to get all of the people who remember the real Discedo together in a way that won't arouse much suspicion. Maybe you're seeking him out to hide from the law (and relying heavily on everyone else's intoxication to go undetected). Maybe you're a non-human seeking shelter from the prying eyes of your followers.
Or maybe you just want weed and hot wings. That's okay. Who's judging? Not America. And certainly not the guys smoking the hookah and using air traffic control wands to usher you through the front door. As you gaze upon the glowing items, please take a moment to lament that this party is infinitely more interesting than 90% of actual campus parties. But anyway.
Amidst the drinking, dancing, and lawn flamingo sword fights, America is somewhere awaiting you. You might want to find him before the police find you.
Or before he does something stupid to impress everyone. Both are very likely possibilities.
(You are also pretending that this log intro was interesting and witty. PRETEND, DAMN IT.)