Sound-proof warehouse.

Let it be said that between the green monsters and the singing, I find myself with a bit of a headache. I suspect a certain household has something to do with both ailments. Further, there have been spurts of amazing ingratitude that I feel should really be examined.

Examine it, City. Because my brother seems to be under the impression that we ( Read more... )

Everything has been arranged.

Everything has been arranged.

Everything has been arranged.

The first is exactly 5.5 meters and the second 7.7, the third 9.9.

Everything has been arranged.

Everything has been arranged.

Everything has been arranged.

[ooc: Ananasi are already OCD, this only makes it worse]

Don't people have any shame?

I suppose that's too much to ask, really. Especially here. Does anyone else have anything to share with the rest of the City?

I forget; everyone does. Keep talking - I'm listening.

So many little tricks ( Read more... )

It seems that morality is the theme for this week. Morality in killing, morality in sex ( Read more... )

Drama has never been my forte. Where is my real brother, I wonder. Dead yet? I still see your weaving, big brother, come out, come out...

So many interesting new arrivals. Like my doctor.

It must be to counter the fact that Papa Midnite is quite irretrievably dead. Any objections? Tony, I already heard yours. Anyone else? No ( Read more... )

[screaming, high pitched and panicked, and the splashing of liquid]

It keeps rising, I can't, I can't, help!

[the scream gets higher pitched]

Socrates! Anyone! Can't, can't, can't, too much, too much, can't get out, can't get out!

[ooc: Saya locked the entry; anyone who didn't comment cannot comment now, but current threads will continue. All ( Read more... )

No aliens.

Only idiots. Countless, innumerable idiots.

Private to Papa//unhackable

I believe the term used by humans is, "I give up."

Buzzing, buzzing, buzzing ( Read more... )