( I couldn't stand it if they compared me to him. )

[The DDD High School art department is, in three words, Glorious Organised Chaos. And even then only loosely organised. There's various half-finished student work lying over the place, drying racks stacked with paintings, overflowing drawers full of art supplies, and scraps of paper lying on the floor ( Read more... )

23/11/2309

Day Two of being a Small Electric RodentSpent two hours writing an email to my boss this morning with no spelling mistakes in it pretending I was sick (God bless Microsoft Word and its spellcheck). Accidentally shocked myself in the shower today. And I blew another lightbulb under the power of my own electricity. That takes the count ( Read more... )

[Brought to you by DDD-privacy-invasion LIVE!, have a recording that appears to be coming directly from Lyle's mobile, if the way that you can only hear half of the conversation is anything to go by. Also, sadly for you, dear listener, it seems like you've managed to connect only half-way through the conversation.]... so there's nothing new as far ( Read more... )

[Lyle was in one of the corridors during the Commander - no, sorry, Captain's - final announcement. He waits until it's over, and when it is he looks thoughtful, maybe even a little nostalgic. He doesn't want to lose his memories of this place, if there's a chance of that, but, well.... he's got a job to do ( Read more... )

Just a heads-up that this journal is now being used for both crucible_rpg and dramadramaduck!

I will tag all entries according to what game they're for, but as Crucible is ending soon and I don't see myself using this journal to make DDD-entries until that game's over, I don't think we'll have too many problems. ^^ Thanks for understanding!

[This is probably not the Lyle you are looking for. When the sphere switches on, it looks like Lyle's the latest to be hit by the no-holds-barred anomaly extravaganza that's going on at the moment - so, dear Crucible passengers, you currently have a twelve-year-old on your hands who looks about 3 parts lost and uncertain and one part unimpressed ( Read more... )

[Lyle's sitting rather casually in one of the level 15 lounges, listening intently to the tail end of a conversation - or half of a one, anyway - that's filtering through the air. Feel free to listen in if you want, through the power of Nosy Spheres Inc.!]

"... Hey, don't ask me. You're the big bad revolutionary round here, not me ( Read more... )

[Funny how when sleep finally comes, it's always at a time when you're not looking for it, isn't it? Lyle drifted off into a sleep plagued with nightmares a while ago. And after exactly 3 hours, 3 minutes and 3 seconds...]

( Well. You know the drill. )

[Well, some time during his previous wanderings in the forest Lyle happened to come across a dagger and he's now sitting pretty in some get-up that looks a little like this. He's also since discovered that he's suddenly a lot more agile - which explains why he's now sitting comfortably in the branches of one of the trees ( Read more... )