08-21-2018, 04:29 PM
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Fuck. Okay. When he'd said he'd do this it'd been on impulse. Can't be that bad, he'd said. Maybe it'd be a fun chance to fuck with everybody, he'd said. But he was quickly realizing his sleep deprived mind was running out of socially acceptable ideas. "Right. Okay. Birdman, it's been really fucking hot out lately. Host a water balloon fight, either at the beach or at the trickling falls. Don't take it easy on us just cause you're new; go all out. I don't want to see a patch of fur left dry.
"Anima, please fucking teach us how to fight. I dunno' about the rest, but I, for one, cannot hold my own for shit and I think it's safe to assume that most star nerds aren't exactly ripped. I feel like you know some crazy ninja shit. Sounds boring, I know, but I'm willing to be your punching bag, if that makes it any more interesting.
"Roman, lead a hunting patrol out to the plains. Might have been the concussion, but I saw some weird horse-bull looking creatures on the horizon when I was coming back here. Check it out? Might be Loch Ness, but, like, Field Ness. Bigfoot but Big-hoof. (ooc but it's bison)
"Zjarr, tell us some shit about our Star Signs. I hear everyone's got those. Asparagus and Cap-of-corn and whatever the fuck. There's some books on them somewhere in the observatory. You can look through them. Who knows, maybe we'll find out what Disney Princess we are.
"Cavalrychoirs, you want in on the Ambassador program, don't you? Write a 'Sorry About the Takeover' card for Snowbound. Make it a group thing. Make it big. I wanna' see lots of sad faces on it, and maybe Isidore can draw a kitten hanging from a tree? Hang in there. Don't know how the fuck we'd get it there without getting our asses handed to us by that luminous purple dog, but, you know. It's the thought that counts."
"Bast! There's my favorite retired Leader. My worst? Yeah, you fuckin' betcha'. I was thinking-- ever since me and Peri got our asses kicked out of the Cleric's Hide, the herb storage has been left on it's lonesome. It smells like fucking shit. Yeah, there's definitely some poor plant souls decaying in those closets." It'd only been two days, but Moon was clearly serious, and possibly a little bitter. It wouldn't be entirely out of character for him to plant some rotten herbs for the sake of it, but that's his own business. "Would you be a sweetheart and go give it some spring cleaning? You'd make an amputee go weak in the knees in a maid outfit. While you're at it, I think the walls need a lick of paint. And, hey, maybe some new pillows and curtains?" He pauses and winks. It's clear he's milking this for all its worth. "You know what they say; a spoonful of Feng Shui makes the medicine go down."
/thats it folks im never writing a weekly task ever again if you want one youre gonna have to pay me a considerable amount
Fuck. Okay. When he'd said he'd do this it'd been on impulse. Can't be that bad, he'd said. Maybe it'd be a fun chance to fuck with everybody, he'd said. But he was quickly realizing his sleep deprived mind was running out of socially acceptable ideas. "Right. Okay. Birdman, it's been really fucking hot out lately. Host a water balloon fight, either at the beach or at the trickling falls. Don't take it easy on us just cause you're new; go all out. I don't want to see a patch of fur left dry.
"Anima, please fucking teach us how to fight. I dunno' about the rest, but I, for one, cannot hold my own for shit and I think it's safe to assume that most star nerds aren't exactly ripped. I feel like you know some crazy ninja shit. Sounds boring, I know, but I'm willing to be your punching bag, if that makes it any more interesting.
"Roman, lead a hunting patrol out to the plains. Might have been the concussion, but I saw some weird horse-bull looking creatures on the horizon when I was coming back here. Check it out? Might be Loch Ness, but, like, Field Ness. Bigfoot but Big-hoof. (ooc but it's bison)
"Zjarr, tell us some shit about our Star Signs. I hear everyone's got those. Asparagus and Cap-of-corn and whatever the fuck. There's some books on them somewhere in the observatory. You can look through them. Who knows, maybe we'll find out what Disney Princess we are.
"Cavalrychoirs, you want in on the Ambassador program, don't you? Write a 'Sorry About the Takeover' card for Snowbound. Make it a group thing. Make it big. I wanna' see lots of sad faces on it, and maybe Isidore can draw a kitten hanging from a tree? Hang in there. Don't know how the fuck we'd get it there without getting our asses handed to us by that luminous purple dog, but, you know. It's the thought that counts."
"Bast! There's my favorite retired Leader. My worst? Yeah, you fuckin' betcha'. I was thinking-- ever since me and Peri got our asses kicked out of the Cleric's Hide, the herb storage has been left on it's lonesome. It smells like fucking shit. Yeah, there's definitely some poor plant souls decaying in those closets." It'd only been two days, but Moon was clearly serious, and possibly a little bitter. It wouldn't be entirely out of character for him to plant some rotten herbs for the sake of it, but that's his own business. "Would you be a sweetheart and go give it some spring cleaning? You'd make an amputee go weak in the knees in a maid outfit. While you're at it, I think the walls need a lick of paint. And, hey, maybe some new pillows and curtains?" He pauses and winks. It's clear he's milking this for all its worth. "You know what they say; a spoonful of Feng Shui makes the medicine go down."
/thats it folks im never writing a weekly task ever again if you want one youre gonna have to pay me a considerable amount
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