I don't know... Both Fabi's are running from the law, so I would either be one of the Fabi's (probably Para, since she isn't in Texas) or the law, or if you have something you want to do, I could be Effie.
((It is ParaFabi, but their voices sound the same, so idk if Snow would know which it is. Depends how good she is with details in word usage and stuff))
Snow. Hi. You met the detective, Frank So-and-so. The Canadian.
Technically, I was Fabi first. But yes. Apparently he believes you were withholding valuable information and has charged you with aiding a criminal and possibly accomplice to murder, I'm not sure. [Continues, devoid of emotion, almost robotic] Anyway, the real Fabi considers you a friend, so I thought it only fair to warn you.
((The continuation of Fabi's bit, but after ParaFabi phoned Snow))
"Hello?" Violet-root, this is Foreigner, understood? Her own voice. Fabi smiled sadly. "Understood." They hadn't planned these code names before hand, but she knew exactly what they meant. Violet-root, purple carrot. Foreigner for the one from a different world. "What's been happening? Sorry if I take a while to reply, I'm trying to lose a tail." That's alright. We're planting amulets around the world, to make it easier for you to run. I'd like to assume that anyone smart enough to trace you is also smart enough to see you're not guilty, but the universe doesn't work that way. ParaFabi paused for a moment, then spoke a bit more hesitantly. I...also called your friend, the one they think is an accomplice. She'll do what Teleporters do best and vanish. "What about you?" ParaFabi laughed somewhat bitterly. "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine." She heard the door open behind her and hung up, turning to see who'd entered the room. Fabi sighed as she heard the soft beep. She wished she was better at lying to herself. Once she arrived in Houston, she would call herself again and ask a lot of questions.
I just sort of half lost my mind there. XD I spent ages trying to work out whether I was dreaming or not, and then I was just talking and talking and talking like I do because my brain was just not really computing properly. And I was almost creaming and jumping up and down in Claire's because my name was in the thank you in the back of her book, and then my friend was just like get OUT of the shop Holly, because admittedly there were a few people staring at me like I was a weirdo. XD
And I have the book.
I have a signed proof copy with my name in it.
What.
I started reading it, but then I stopped, because I have homework, which is really annoying. :(
Well, me and my friend planned last year that we were going to see Jessie J in Sheffield in March, except then the concert got delayed for like six months to October. Then I found out about a week ago or something that we were going to go shopping in the shopping centre nearby (Meadowhall) beforehand, so I emailed Luci and sort of said hey, I'm going to be in Meadowhall on this day . . . and we sort of might have arranged to meet up without telling anyone. XD So that happened. :)
I FORGOT TO TELL YOU. 1. We were this things about accent in English because spoken language and we did all these different places in Yorkshire that included Sheffield, Hull and Leeds. 2. I made a Tumblr post about Derek and it got 108 notes (which is a lot for a peasantly blog like mine) and it included the word jepic so that's lots of people reblogging it and even more people seeing it on their dash and yeah. 3. My friend's climbing group use the word jepic all the time now. It's even in the title of their Facebook group chat.
Ooh, that's awesome! She wrote a Facebook post saying what great day she had seeing you, plus she told me on Thursday, which included me thinking Friday was Saturday and getting confused because she said 'Holly was coming up' and I was like no that can't be you because you'd come down, but apparently it was and xD
Yeah, I'm going to be about 30 mins away from her in December when I go up, but I don't see how I can accidently bump into her:/
@Ieni: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY I'M FAMOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *jumps about* THANK YOU SO MUCH!
And - YORKSHIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :) YAY!
And - really? Awesome!!!! :)
And - aw. :( Could you just say that she was your friend who used to go to your school who moved schools? I myself couldn't lie like that (unless it was to people I didn't know that well, perhaps) though, so yeahhh . . .
Dammit. I'm writing this essay draft, and it's sort of rambling off on tangents everywhere. Last time he marked my book by teacher said "Holly, you make excellent points, but your structure is a little erratic" and I was just laughing at it, but I need to make it less erratic, I think . . . Idk, though, because last year my English teacher seemed to be fine by my erraticivity, and she's left the school now because she's got offered a job to teach university students, which is a big promotion, so she's obviously a really good teacher, and my this years' teacher is new and probably just trying to get us to do the right thing and stick to order to keep it simple, but yeah . . .
Idk, I don't think it'd really work, because we're just staying in a Premier Inn for the night before moving onto the wedding we're supposed to be going to. I HAVE TO GO TO SPEAK TO RELATIVES IDEK D:
Omg, haha xD
My essay structure is terrible xD I just jumble it all up and put random points randomly and yeah and that's probably why I'm a B in English still.
I don't really know . . . You could meet her in the Premier Inn, but that would just be err.
You see, I was the best in my English class in year eight and again in year nine, and this essay counts for fifteen percent of my GCSE, so I really want to do good in it. It's pretty well structured on the whole, but I'm just a bit nervous now. :P ENGLISH IS SO HARD.
And - no. :( I'm forgetful on things like that. . .Nobody's in the house, which is bad because I can't ask anyone, but good because I can actually Skype today, I guess. Although I don't think this computer has Skype, idk. :P
Well, in Year Nine this other girl sort of overtook me after a bit. XD I'm good at some aspects of English. You know how everyone is usually miles better at speaking and listening? I'm generally worse. :)
Google+? Idk. I don't go on Google+ much. Gmail tells me I can create Google hangouts sometimes, that's all. I'll look around a bit.
Dammit . . . I have to do this physics sheet and I don't know it because my friend was telling me her story whilst that was being explained, so we weren't listening. :P
Back roads brake lights light up back home. Calm, cold, or windy nights we still drive. Eyes open wide as space. Slide across the interstate. Missing exits, missing people, recognizing geometric shapes. We always stay out late. I have this theory that waking up in a car means that you're still dreaming. So if you ever change your mind and decide that it might be worth the drive, then just drive. So we just drive, careless and full of smiles while the radio plays on the way to some basement. We do it for the sentiment. It started as a self-asserted promise. And now the moon hangs low over us as we travel to some new destination. I will be okay. Everything.
The World is a Beautiful Place and I am No Longer Afraid to Die - "Wait...What?"
*frowns* The homework my maths teacher set, he set us a bunch of the same problems to do in class. I don't like repeating exactly the same question. It feels cheat-y. :P
@Star: Okay. :) And, I think so too. :) :P I guess some of the lines could be split up more than they have been there. :P Thanks, though. :)
@Star: *nods* I know - It's good to see that you use it, too. :) Interesting that the tags we use are actually different, though. :P
Aw, no. :/ There's no way you can extend the date a little? Looking on the blog... It says it's the 24th that the entries are due in..? I hope you can manage it okay, in any case, Star. ^^
. . . Google+ have officially taken over YouTube. After months of them trying to make me connect with them on there, they've actually forced me to. If you have YouTube, you have to link with Google+ or no channel. I resisted slightly, fiddled with setting, and now I can't find my channel anywhere. I can't get back to it.
I was scared then. :/ I was just flitting from username to username (I have quite a few, from trying to resist Google+ but change my username at the same time. Now, I just stick with resisting. I'm happy with starinkbright), and NONE of them had my channel on it, even the ones you'd think would have, but then I found a setting and disconnected. :)
And the best thing is, I'm not connected to Google+ yet. :)
They're such bastards. They ask if you want to use your Google+ username, and you say no, and then it gives you all these options, and previously, you had to click 'keep my YouTube username', so I did that, but then it made a Google+ page for my YouTube username and I was like WHAT. Whatever option you pick, you'll end up with Google+, unless you fiddle around and find the right setting to adjust. Google+, I hate you.
Everywhere you look, it's like they know Their fingerprints are hidden by control This is where the line is drawn, see You can't take my soul away from me!
@Star: In general, so do I. People always point out in my work that I've spelled out numbers and then look at me as if I'm crazy-weird. (Which maybe I am, but yeah. :P )
Hm. (Sorry I just got distracted by the sound the computer makes when I hit the shift key 5 times, and it offers to activate the Sticky Keys function. It's a cute sound. :P SO I started hitting it repeatedly and grinning inside and am now trying to work out what I was going to say. Um.) I think, if you need more time, Star, then you need more time. Maybe you could see how you go, and then if you still need more time, take it then? Tell Zath that you MAY need more time? But... isn't it better (not just for yourself, I think) to write your entry using a little extra time than to not write it at all, or not have it as good as you'd like it to be?
And- You're welcome. :) *hugs back* Uh, Mental dysfunction? Influence from awesome people, like you awesome Bloglanders of awesomeness?. The cute little orange thing from the EDF Energy advertisement sitting on my wall? IDK. :P
I like spelling out numbers. And being crazy-weird is awesome. Well, I'm crazy-weird, and I'm awesome, sooo. :)
Yeah, the main problem is that I'm in an alliance and we collaborate our entries . . . So we have to sort of work things out and then check them and stuff. :/
@Star: *nods* That annoys me to no end. I'm glad you got that fixed.
I don't use my channel as a channel, particularly, but I don't like the idea of linking all of my accounts together - I'd rather just keep them as separate things, so I can navigate between them easier. It asking me to link the Google and YouTube accounts is like it asking me to put my Phsyics and English Literature work into the same exercise book or something. I'm like, what good will that do me? I have to carry less books with me, but it can't make work easier when I'm trying to differentiate between nuclear fission and J.B.Priestly.
Also, for a long time, the Google account that joined itself to here has been different from my YouTube account, so every time I sign into one, the other will try to change, too. I don't remember if that's still the case or whether it changed when I did some other stuff, but it's really annoying when I've been on YouTube and found a bunch of things I wanted to come back to, and then can't find them because it was all on the wrong account thing and blah.
"Do you wake every morning in shame and despair, Discover your pillow is covered with hair? What ought not to be there?
Well, ladies and gentlemen, From now on you can waken at ease You may never again have a worry or care, I will show you a miracle, marvelous rare, Gentlemen you are about to see something what rose from the dead, On the top of my head!
'Twas Pirelli's Miracle Elixir, That's what did the trick sir, True, sir, true, Was it quick, sir? Did it in a tick, sir? Just like an elixir ought to do.
How about a bottle mister? Only costs a penny, guaranteed. Does Pirelli's stimulate the growth, sir? You can have my oath sir, 'Tis unique. Rub a minute, Stimulatin' i'n' it? Soon you'll have to thin it once a week!"
Oh? My laptop has a button on it for using Bluetooth, but doesn't actually come with Bluetooth. I think, after some searching I found that you can get a download for it to work, but never got around to looking at it. If it's that easy, maybe I will. :P
PRECOCIOUS: Pardon me sir what's that awful stench?
OSCAR: Are we standing near an open trench?
PRECOCIOUS: Must be standing near an open trench.
BOY: Try Pirelli's Miracle Elixir, Anything what's slick, sir, Soon sprouts curls, Try Pirelli's, When they see how thick, sir, You can have your pick, sir, of the girls! Want to buy a bottle missus?
PRECOCIOUS: What is this?
OSCAR: What is this?
PRECOCIOUS: Smells like piss.
OSCAR: Smells like - phew!
PRECOCIOUS: Looks like piss.
OSCAR: Wouldn't touch it if I was you!
PRECOCIOUS: This is piss. Piss with ink.
BOY: Let Pirelli's activate your roots, sir.
PRECOCIOUS: Keep it off your boots, sir, eats right through.
BOY: Yes, get Pirelli's! Use a bottle of it! Ladies seem to love it
Omg yes on Saturday I am almost positive I'm getting an iPhone either 4 4s or 5 our provider is doing a free upgrade to one of the generations so I am getting whatever generation is the upgrade and my cousins has the 5 with the finger scan thing where you put your finger on the home button to unlock it!
@Taia: It's not that easy . . . well, it sort of is. Usually, I email pictures to the laptop, but my phone stuffs up when sending images a lot, which sucks. Plus, the pictures sometimes change in shading slightly. I just turned Bluetooth on, made my laptop search (click of a button) and made my phone discoverable (tap of a button), and then I made them accept each other, and then I just went onto my gallery, and you select 'share' and then 'Bluetooth' and 'BUBBLYNESS' (that's the name of my laptop), and on the first time, your laptop asks if it's okay, but then you tell it that it's always okay for this device, and all you have to do is 'share' 'Bluetooth' 'BUBBLYNESS' and it's on the laptop, and it's so easy. :)
Oscar: Fine, I'll be brief. You know that musical number we just broke out into?
Yes . . ?
Oscar: Well, you may not know this, but all your lines were originally sung by a fellow named Sweeny Todd *sings loudly* THE DEMON BARBER OF FLEEEEEEET STREET!
So?
Oscar: So, he was in posession of two silver straight razors, which he used to kill people. Capeesh?
Oscar: *sighs* *wipes down his hands with a moist towelette* One of these razors was picked up, enchanted, and is now the prized posession of that very Texan hit man who tried to kill you in Hong Kong. The other one was lost to time. *pulls out glittering straight razor* Until now.
That said, though, I don't tend to take a lot of pictures on my phone because the camera is pretty poor, and the iPod probably uses iTunes or something to do that. Which reminds me that I need to work through the pictures on my iPod because I have 1,585 on there, and the vast majority are screencaps of stuff I want to keep for future reference, or that I took accidentally, there are a few WIP photos of drawings and such, and a lot of random pictures I use as sources/references when I have a drawing in mind, sometimes. Very few of them are actually photographs, though. :P But that's useful to know - Thanksss. :)
*tosses razor between her hands* So . . . what do you need from me? Not that I owe you anything. We have, after all, been trying to kill each other for nigh on 500 years.
Boy: Try Pirelli's Miracle Elix-
Crowd: Shut up, it's just piss with ink!
Oscar: Come now, Doctor Precocious, can't you see I'm in considerable distress? Can you not spare a moment for the wellbeing of your nemesis, to ensure a long and healthy feud in future?
Oscar: Alright, we need to find the other straight razor, but, sadly, it's in the hands of that Texan hit man. William something. Or something Raymond. William-Raymond. Whatever! *steps in something and turns green* *furiously wipes off shoe with moist towelette* We need to find it, but I don't know how to find him. You have your van, I trust?
*nods* It's parked down that creepy dark alley, in the form of a hearse with "Precocious and Sons: Smiling Undertakers" written on the side.
(Well, since no one seems to be on right now, I am going to allow Precocious and Oscar to ride off into the sunset on their quest to find and kill Billy-Ray Sanguine. Tune in next time, for the next thrilling installment of Doctor Precocious: The Demon Monster Hunter of Fleet Street!)
@Taia: O_O The most I have from YouTube is adverts telling me the thing they're advertising is classified as this, or the person who uploaded the video deciding to put a note on.
@Star: I've never seen it, before. It just seems so out of place. Of all the songs/videos you could put that on... it doesn't make sense. I just found an upload from somebody else, which worked fine. *shrugs*
----A hearse painted with the words “Precocious and Sons: Smiling Undertakers” rolls through the London fog. A woman in a lab coat sits on top, driving the horses, while inside, an OCD supervillain curls himself in a tight ball to prevent any of the full coffins touching him.----
*whistles* I have sailed the world, seen its wonders For the cruelty of man is as wondrous as Peru But there’s no place like London!
Oscar: *mumbles* No, there’s no place like London.
You know, Oscar, I never thought we’d find ourselves here, in Victorian England.
Oscar: That makes two of us.
Still, better than the 14th century.
Oscar: Yes, the 14th century was rather grim. *shivers* A nightmare*
Well, yes, for someone like you. I bet you’re still concerned about the whole ‘indoor plumbing’ thing, aren’t you?
Oscar: Wh-what?
Yep. These days, people just piss in the street. Or in a chamber pot, which they then empty onto the street. How does that make you feel? *hears goes through puddle which splashes Oscar*
Oscar: You know, sometimes, I don’t feel that you respect me.
You’ve devoted your life to two things: Killing me, and scurbbing down your house twice a day. Neither of which are things that lead to my respecting you.
Oscar: I do both things in the hope of ridding the world of harmful parasites.
Are you calling me a harmful parasite?
Oscar: Ding ding ding! Give the little lady a big cigar.
You know, you’ve become quite sassy in your old age.
Ember; Don't you dare get that song stuck in my head :P
*Shivers and wraps blankets around myself tighter* WHy is it so cold? It's almost summer and I'm sitting here in long sleeved pyjamas and a dressing gown, buried beneath my duvet and four blankets. Shivering. Maybe I have a fever.
Oscar: *sulking* There, what did I tell you. Turn left.
Ah, Oscar, there is no way in hell I’m going in that house.
Oscar: Course language doesn’t suit you, and that’s where the portal is, so we have to go in. *hops out of hearse* Are you coming?
*sigh* *hops down off hearse* Very well. But if anything tries to attack me *shoots Oscar a pointed look* I am using every drop of magic I posess to destroy it.
Ember; Yeah, but I've been feeling blah for about a week and my forehead's burning up. I'll just use the machine-thing to check my temperature in the morning :) And bunnies don't really say anything...
(I could be wrong, Ember, but I heard a rumor that they don't say anything until the moment of their death, when they scream. It may just be an old wives' tale.)
----The girl in the lab coat closed her eyes, and as she concentrated, she feels blue energy gathering up in her hands, rolling up her arms and crackling like lightning. The man with the white stripe in his hair pulls a golden pen out of his suit and uncaps it, causing a burst of golden light to pierce the darkness. When his eyes open, they are pure, glittering gold with Life-Giver energy. They approach the mansion, him glowing with angelic light, her crackling with powerful blue energy. The door opens for them when they get closer.----
Okay Anni :) Adra; Oh. It's you. Sorry! I wasn't sure who dropped onto my back, so my natural reaction was to throw you off. Actually, my natural reaction was to eat you, but whatever...
I'm reading Mushroom's book and OH MY GOSH IT'S SO HER.
It's filled with this ridiculous hyperness and all these meaningful speeches and I'm just like OH MY GOSH THIS IS BASICALLY A SUMMARY OF YOUR PERSONALITY.
Alright, this looks like a wine cellar of some sort. The stairs seem a little . . . dodgy . . .
Oscar: I hope you trip and break your neck.
The feeling is mutual, I assure you, but I have no intention of dying in Victorian England. *creeps down the stairs into the darkness* Can you make some light?
Oscar: My pen ran out of ink. I can’t; not for an hour.
Well, we’ll just have to feel our way down the stairs, then.
*they descend into darkness*
Oscar: Gah! I can’t see!
Give me your hand.
Oscar: Say what now?
Just do it! I’ll guide you down.
Oscar: *cautiously takes her hand* *his eyes flash gold*
What was that?
Oscar: *turns red, but Precocious can’t see it in the darkness* Ah, nothing.
☂I dedicate to knowing when to go outside your comfort zone.☂
☂Sometimes, if something makes you really uncomfortable and you don't want to be in that situation for a very good reason, it's smart to trust your instincts. You know what to do.☂
☂But sometimes (SOMETIMES. NOTTTTT all the time), even if you're uncomfortable or you don't want to do something, it might be a good idea. That's up to you. Nobody else can tell you how far away from your comfort zone you need to do. But when you know it's a good thing and you do it, it can be really liberating and wonderful.☂
☂SO YEAH.☂
☂And the Mycroftbunny, and Mycroft Holmes and his umbrella, and Nightcore, and stuff.☂
*hugs Ember* Same. I mean, for one thing, I used to be unable to stay up past 9. Now I can't sleep more than four hours a night- almost always less. Have you listened to a Nightcore remix of 'Don't You Worry Child'? It sounds awesome XD
*fetches two champagne glasses* Well, if we’re going to drink some disgusting, nasty, greasy, time-space continuum fluid, we may as well do it in style.
Oscar: Here here. *pours soup into glasses*
You did that very neatly. I could never have poured from such a big bowl without spilling.
Oscar: I haven’t spilled anything since I was four.
Fair enough. *raises glass* To the present!
Oscar: *raises glass* To the present!
*they clink their glasses together and drink* *they whirl through a tunnel of time and space while ‘Let’s Do The Time Warp Again!’ blares in the background.
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rawr. XD
[hugs]
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*pokes* best picture of a dinosaur ever.
right. i like this name. *nods*
Hey, my Fabiosaurus, defender of the bananas was BRILLIANT. I mean, just saying. :-P
It's a cool name!
Whoa, this is weird...
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is it really??
lololol
I'm a huge fan. XD
It's very random, but so are dinosaurs.
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XD
pfft, no, i'm not weird
You confuse me.
Do you embrace your weirdness or deny it? It's...perplexing to watch you hurdle around between the two.
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XD
yes
okay, i'm done name-changing now.
I see.
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oh do you?
I generally see more than people think I do, but compared to the universe out there, I see but a speck.
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*nods* very wise.
[Laughs]
Hm... Want to RP?
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sure. what about?
Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.
I don't know... Both Fabi's are running from the law, so I would either be one of the Fabi's (probably Para, since she isn't in Texas) or the law, or if you have something you want to do, I could be Effie.
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hmph... i have no clue...
i would love to do some stuff about being on the run...
maybe Snow could join fabi?
(Okay!)
[Snow's phone rings]
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*answers* hello?
((It is ParaFabi, but their voices sound the same, so idk if Snow would know which it is. Depends how good she is with details in word usage and stuff))
Snow. Hi. You met the detective, Frank So-and-so. The Canadian.
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straight to the point. i'm guessing this is ... the other Fabi. yes i met him. not very pleasant on the eyes or the ears and rather annoying.
(( typical... i g2g soon *grumbles* and stuff was just getting fun))
Technically, I was Fabi first. But yes. Apparently he believes you were withholding valuable information and has charged you with aiding a criminal and possibly accomplice to murder, I'm not sure. [Continues, devoid of emotion, almost robotic] Anyway, the real Fabi considers you a friend, so I thought it only fair to warn you.
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*breathes out* thanks...
*rubs back of head* *repeats* thanks... um, i have to go... bye *hangs up*
right... *scribbles down a quick message for Lea and everyone else, leaving it on a table in her house*
*grabs my emergency bag from my room, thinking quickly before teleporting away*
(( and thats my cue... bye fab! *huggles*))
((Bye [hugs] ))
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And I just realized, I'm not going to be here until Friday next week... not here))
SDFiopbnm!'/rty nm.uioasdasd nm.wer
Humph.
((The continuation of Fabi's bit, but after ParaFabi phoned Snow))
"Hello?"
Violet-root, this is Foreigner, understood? Her own voice.
Fabi smiled sadly. "Understood." They hadn't planned these code names before hand, but she knew exactly what they meant. Violet-root, purple carrot. Foreigner for the one from a different world. "What's been happening? Sorry if I take a while to reply, I'm trying to lose a tail."
That's alright. We're planting amulets around the world, to make it easier for you to run. I'd like to assume that anyone smart enough to trace you is also smart enough to see you're not guilty, but the universe doesn't work that way. ParaFabi paused for a moment, then spoke a bit more hesitantly. I...also called your friend, the one they think is an accomplice. She'll do what Teleporters do best and vanish.
"What about you?"
ParaFabi laughed somewhat bitterly. "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine." She heard the door open behind her and hung up, turning to see who'd entered the room.
Fabi sighed as she heard the soft beep. She wished she was better at lying to herself. Once she arrived in Houston, she would call herself again and ask a lot of questions.
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Deathy? [hugs]
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I really need to go sleep now... Sorry...
[hugs everyone who will be here later]
[Falls asleep]
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Yesterday wasn't the best day ever.
The day I went to Leeds was the best day ever.
But yesterday came pretty close. :)
I just sort of half lost my mind there. XD I spent ages trying to work out whether I was dreaming or not, and then I was just talking and talking and talking like I do because my brain was just not really computing properly. And I was almost creaming and jumping up and down in Claire's because my name was in the thank you in the back of her book, and then my friend was just like get OUT of the shop Holly, because admittedly there were a few people staring at me like I was a weirdo. XD
And I have the book.
I have a signed proof copy with my name in it.
What.
I started reading it, but then I stopped, because I have homework, which is really annoying. :(
Anyway. It was amazing. :)
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*screaming
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I think I'm here pretty much all today . . . it's my sister's birthday, so everyone's out.
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Yellows!:)
What happened yesterday, Star? I know that you met Luci, but idk anything else.
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"Toy - nobody wants anything I've got
But that's fine, because I'm made of everything you're not."
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IENI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :)
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Well, me and my friend planned last year that we were going to see Jessie J in Sheffield in March, except then the concert got delayed for like six months to October. Then I found out about a week ago or something that we were going to go shopping in the shopping centre nearby (Meadowhall) beforehand, so I emailed Luci and sort of said hey, I'm going to be in Meadowhall on this day . . . and we sort of might have arranged to meet up without telling anyone. XD
So that happened. :)
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You know, because she lives really nearby Sheffield and goes to Meadowhall a lot. :)
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Staaaaaaaarrrrr!!!!:):):):) *ninjaeroplanetacklehugs*
I FORGOT TO TELL YOU.
1. We were this things about accent in English because spoken language and we did all these different places in Yorkshire that included Sheffield, Hull and Leeds.
2. I made a Tumblr post about Derek and it got 108 notes (which is a lot for a peasantly blog like mine) and it included the word jepic so that's lots of people reblogging it and even more people seeing it on their dash and yeah.
3. My friend's climbing group use the word jepic all the time now. It's even in the title of their Facebook group chat.
Ooh, that's awesome! She wrote a Facebook post saying what great day she had seeing you, plus she told me on Thursday, which included me thinking Friday was Saturday and getting confused because she said 'Holly was coming up' and I was like no that can't be you because you'd come down, but apparently it was and xD
Yeah, I'm going to be about 30 mins away from her in December when I go up, but I don't see how I can accidently bump into her:/
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@Ieni: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY I'M FAMOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *jumps about* THANK YOU SO MUCH!
And - YORKSHIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :) YAY!
And - really? Awesome!!!! :)
And - aw. :( Could you just say that she was your friend who used to go to your school who moved schools? I myself couldn't lie like that (unless it was to people I didn't know that well, perhaps) though, so yeahhh . . .
#ChaseForBookNine
Dammit. I'm writing this essay draft, and it's sort of rambling off on tangents everywhere. Last time he marked my book by teacher said "Holly, you make excellent points, but your structure is a little erratic" and I was just laughing at it, but I need to make it less erratic, I think . . . Idk, though, because last year my English teacher seemed to be fine by my erraticivity, and she's left the school now because she's got offered a job to teach university students, which is a big promotion, so she's obviously a really good teacher, and my this years' teacher is new and probably just trying to get us to do the right thing and stick to order to keep it simple, but yeah . . .
#ChaseForBookNine
Oh my gosh, I just rambled off about how I ramble off. XD
#ChaseForBookNine
Idk, I don't think it'd really work, because we're just staying in a Premier Inn for the night before moving onto the wedding we're supposed to be going to.
I HAVE TO GO TO SPEAK TO RELATIVES IDEK D:
Omg, haha xD
My essay structure is terrible xD I just jumble it all up and put random points randomly and yeah and that's probably why I'm a B in English still.
Did you speak to your parents about Skyping btw?
#ChaseForBook9
Oh. :(
I don't really know . . . You could meet her in the Premier Inn, but that would just be err.
You see, I was the best in my English class in year eight and again in year nine, and this essay counts for fifteen percent of my GCSE, so I really want to do good in it. It's pretty well structured on the whole, but I'm just a bit nervous now. :P
ENGLISH IS SO HARD.
And - no. :( I'm forgetful on things like that. . .Nobody's in the house, which is bad because I can't ask anyone, but good because I can actually Skype today, I guess. Although I don't think this computer has Skype, idk. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
I can probably do Google hangouts, if I work out that, though. :) I think it's pretty easy.
#ChaseForBookNine
I don't see how that would work:/
I've never been best in my English class, except for maybe in Year 5. I'm in the top half, though, I think.
Could Google+ work?
My brother's in, but I'd just pretend I'd Skyping my friend from middle school, or something.
#ChaseForBook9
Google Hangouts, yeah I think we could try that:):)
We could maybe add Luci too, because I see she's online?
#ChaseForBook9
Well, in Year Nine this other girl sort of overtook me after a bit. XD I'm good at some aspects of English. You know how everyone is usually miles better at speaking and listening? I'm generally worse. :)
Google+? Idk. I don't go on Google+ much. Gmail tells me I can create Google hangouts sometimes, that's all. I'll look around a bit.
#ChaseForBOokNine
*finds the 'start video call' button. I think that's how it works? *muses*
She is. :) That would be cool.
#ChaseForBookNine
OH GOD SPEAKING AND LISTENING DON'T GET ME STARTED
What's the difference between hangouts and + ?
#ChaseForBook9
*shrugs helplessly*
#ChaseForBookNine
...Hello?
I'm sort of here, but my internet keeps playing up so I'm trying to do some of my English Literature essay about how Tennyson was(n't) a feminist...
Hi Mushroom! :)
Sorry, I was Google hangout-ing Ieni.
Interestingness. :)
I think I'm going to do homework now, so mbd. :(
#ChaseForBookNine
Dammit . . . I have to do this physics sheet and I don't know it because my friend was telling me her story whilst that was being explained, so we weren't listening. :P
#ChaseFOrBOokNine
Back roads brake lights light up back home.
Calm, cold, or windy nights we still drive.
Eyes open wide as space.
Slide across the interstate.
Missing exits, missing people, recognizing geometric shapes.
We always stay out late.
I have this theory that waking up in a car means that you're still dreaming.
So if you ever change your mind and decide that it might be worth the drive, then just drive.
So we just drive, careless and full of smiles while the radio plays on the way to some basement.
We do it for the sentiment.
It started as a self-asserted promise.
And now the moon hangs low over us as we travel to some new destination.
I will be okay.
Everything.
The World is a Beautiful Place and I am No Longer Afraid to Die -
"Wait...What?"
FFS this song. :')
#ChaseForBook9
Or, hi. :)
@Star: Is it anything I could help you out with? ^^
#ChaseForBook9
@Taia: That's fine. :) Thanks. :)
Beautiful lyrics. Very complex. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
Dammit, I'm too distant. -_-
#ChaseForBooknine
*frowns*
The homework my maths teacher set, he set us a bunch of the same problems to do in class. I don't like repeating exactly the same question. It feels cheat-y. :P
@Star: Okay. :)
And, I think so too. :)
:P I guess some of the lines could be split up more than they have been there. :P Thanks, though. :)
#ChaseForBook9
@Taia: Aw. :( It's not cheating if you're doing what you've been told, though, so just tell yourself that?
And - you're welcome. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
@Star: Hm. I guess so. Thanks. :)
#ChaseForBook9
@Taia: You're welcome. :)
Barely anybody puts the Chase hashtag anymore. It's nice to see it. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
DAMN, MY THGC ENTRY IS DUE IN TWO DAYS AND I HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED.
#ChaseForBookNine
@Star: *nods* I know - It's good to see that you use it, too. :)
Interesting that the tags we use are actually different, though. :P
Aw, no. :/
There's no way you can extend the date a little?
Looking on the blog... It says it's the 24th that the entries are due in..?
I hope you can manage it okay, in any case, Star. ^^
#ChaseForBook9
@Taia: I prefer typing Nine to 9, so I changed it a bit. :)
And - Zath allows us extra time if we need it, but I've asked for extra time so much that I feel bad if I ask for it. :/
And - thank you. :) *hugs* How are you even so nice? :)
#ChaseForBookNine
. . . Google+ have officially taken over YouTube. After months of them trying to make me connect with them on there, they've actually forced me to. If you have YouTube, you have to link with Google+ or no channel. I resisted slightly, fiddled with setting, and now I can't find my channel anywhere. I can't get back to it.
. . .
Oh my gosh.
My channel.
I WANT MY CHANNEL.
Where's my channel gone?
It can't be just lost.
#ChaseForBookNine
Oh my gosh.
I found it.
I've disconnected from Google+.
I was scared then. :/ I was just flitting from username to username (I have quite a few, from trying to resist Google+ but change my username at the same time. Now, I just stick with resisting. I'm happy with starinkbright), and NONE of them had my channel on it, even the ones you'd think would have, but then I found a setting and disconnected. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
And the best thing is, I'm not connected to Google+ yet. :)
They're such bastards. They ask if you want to use your Google+ username, and you say no, and then it gives you all these options, and previously, you had to click 'keep my YouTube username', so I did that, but then it made a Google+ page for my YouTube username and I was like WHAT. Whatever option you pick, you'll end up with Google+, unless you fiddle around and find the right setting to adjust. Google+, I hate you.
Everywhere you look, it's like they know
Their fingerprints are hidden by control
This is where the line is drawn, see
You can't take my soul away from me!
#ChaseForBookNine
@Star: In general, so do I. People always point out in my work that I've spelled out numbers and then look at me as if I'm crazy-weird. (Which maybe I am, but yeah. :P )
Hm. (Sorry I just got distracted by the sound the computer makes when I hit the shift key 5 times, and it offers to activate the Sticky Keys function. It's a cute sound. :P SO I started hitting it repeatedly and grinning inside and am now trying to work out what I was going to say. Um.) I think, if you need more time, Star, then you need more time. Maybe you could see how you go, and then if you still need more time, take it then? Tell Zath that you MAY need more time? But... isn't it better (not just for yourself, I think) to write your entry using a little extra time than to not write it at all, or not have it as good as you'd like it to be?
And- You're welcome. :) *hugs back*
Uh, Mental dysfunction? Influence from awesome people, like you awesome Bloglanders of awesomeness?. The cute little orange thing from the EDF Energy advertisement sitting on my wall? IDK. :P
#ChaseForBook9
Big Brother is watching meh msd
@Taia: *laughs* I do things like that. :)
I like spelling out numbers. And being crazy-weird is awesome. Well, I'm crazy-weird, and I'm awesome, sooo. :)
Yeah, the main problem is that I'm in an alliance and we collaborate our entries . . . So we have to sort of work things out and then check them and stuff. :/
@Taia: I'm going with the EDF advertisement. :)
Hi Zaf! :)
#ChaseForBookNine
* but thanks, Star. It's great to hear. :)
@Star: *nods* That annoys me to no end. I'm glad you got that fixed.
I don't use my channel as a channel, particularly, but I don't like the idea of linking all of my accounts together - I'd rather just keep them as separate things, so I can navigate between them easier. It asking me to link the Google and YouTube accounts is like it asking me to put my Phsyics and English Literature work into the same exercise book or something. I'm like, what good will that do me? I have to carry less books with me, but it can't make work easier when I'm trying to differentiate between nuclear fission and J.B.Priestly.
Also, for a long time, the Google account that joined itself to here has been different from my YouTube account, so every time I sign into one, the other will try to change, too. I don't remember if that's still the case or whether it changed when I did some other stuff, but it's really annoying when I've been on YouTube and found a bunch of things I wanted to come back to, and then can't find them because it was all on the wrong account thing and blah.
Hey Zaf! :)
#ChaseForBook9
@Star: Hooray for crazy-weird and awesome! C:
Oh, right. :/ I don't know, then. Good luck, anyway. ^^
*nods* It does seem a likely cause. :P
#ChaseForBook9
*realises she's only done three of the maths problems in an hour and a half of having the book sat in front of her*
Um. Wbd. :P
*sticks headphones back on, lifts pen and opens the tab containing the worksheet*
#ChaseForBook9
@Taia: That's a brilliant analogy. :)
And - it's so irritating, yessyness. :/ The different accounts thing is gah.
Hooray indeed. :)
Good luck with the homework. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
BLUETOOTHING IMAGES FROM MY PHONE TO THE LAPTOP IS SO QUICK AND EASY.
WHY HAVE I NOT DONE THIS BEFORE???
#ChaseForBookNine
*elegantly chicken-dances into this comment thread*
Hello? Is anybody at home?
No?
Hey Annika!
#ChaseForBookNine
Well then, I suppose I shall take a walk down the boulevard while I clean blood off the hem of my lab coat.
Oh, what's that?
A demonstration of some sort?
A sale?
Boy: Everyone!
May I have your attention puh-LEAAAAAASE?
"Do you wake every morning in shame and despair,
Discover your pillow is covered with hair?
What ought not to be there?
Well, ladies and gentlemen,
From now on you can waken at ease
You may never again have a worry or care,
I will show you a miracle, marvelous rare,
Gentlemen you are about to see something what rose from the dead,
On the top of my head!
'Twas Pirelli's Miracle Elixir,
That's what did the trick sir,
True, sir, true,
Was it quick, sir?
Did it in a tick, sir?
Just like an elixir ought to do.
How about a bottle mister?
Only costs a penny, guaranteed.
Does Pirelli's stimulate the growth, sir?
You can have my oath sir,
'Tis unique.
Rub a minute,
Stimulatin' i'n' it?
Soon you'll have to thin it once a week!"
@Star: Thank you~ :)
*nods* :)
Thanks. :)
Oh? My laptop has a button on it for using Bluetooth, but doesn't actually come with Bluetooth. I think, after some searching I found that you can get a download for it to work, but never got around to looking at it. If it's that easy, maybe I will. :P
Hi Annika! :)
#ChaseForBook9
(Hello, Star!)
PRECOCIOUS:
Pardon me sir what's that awful stench?
OSCAR:
Are we standing near an open trench?
PRECOCIOUS:
Must be standing near an open trench.
BOY:
Try Pirelli's Miracle Elixir,
Anything what's slick, sir,
Soon sprouts curls,
Try Pirelli's,
When they see how thick, sir,
You can have your pick, sir, of the girls!
Want to buy a bottle missus?
PRECOCIOUS:
What is this?
OSCAR:
What is this?
PRECOCIOUS:
Smells like piss.
OSCAR:
Smells like - phew!
PRECOCIOUS:
Looks like piss.
OSCAR:
Wouldn't touch it if I was you!
PRECOCIOUS:
This is piss. Piss with ink.
BOY:
Let Pirelli's activate your roots, sir.
PRECOCIOUS:
Keep it off your boots, sir, eats right through.
BOY:
Yes, get Pirelli's!
Use a bottle of it!
Ladies seem to love it
OSCAR:
Flies do too.
Omg yes on Saturday I am almost positive I'm getting an iPhone either 4 4s or 5 our provider is doing a free upgrade to one of the generations so I am getting whatever generation is the upgrade and my cousins has the 5 with the finger scan thing where you put your finger on the home button to unlock it!
(Hello, Taia!)
(Hello Zafira!)
@Annika: I was half expecting and half hoping that you'd break into Tom Waits' 'Step Right Up', then. :P ^^
#ChaseBorBook9
Hey :)
Lol, Annika. :P / :)
Yay! Awesome, Zaf! C:
Hiya Saph! :)
#ChasEForBook9
@Taia: It's not that easy . . . well, it sort of is. Usually, I email pictures to the laptop, but my phone stuffs up when sending images a lot, which sucks. Plus, the pictures sometimes change in shading slightly. I just turned Bluetooth on, made my laptop search (click of a button) and made my phone discoverable (tap of a button), and then I made them accept each other, and then I just went onto my gallery, and you select 'share' and then 'Bluetooth' and 'BUBBLYNESS' (that's the name of my laptop), and on the first time, your laptop asks if it's okay, but then you tell it that it's always okay for this device, and all you have to do is 'share' 'Bluetooth' 'BUBBLYNESS' and it's on the laptop, and it's so easy. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
(No such luck, Taia, I went for Sweeny Todd ;) )
*starts violently*
Oscar! What are you doing here!? And why did you break out into song?
Oscar: Well, you were singing, weren't you?
Yes but . . . but . . .
*looks around to see if anyone will notices a brawl breaking out in the middle of the street*
@Annika: *laughs* :) :)
@Zaf: YAAAAAAAAAAAY! :)
#ChaseForBookNine
*lowers voice conspiratorially*
Oscar, get of here. Go away. This isn't the Midnight Hotel, you know, I can still hurt you.
BOY: Try Pirelli's Miracle Elix-
In unison: SHUT UP!
Oscar: I needed to talk to you. Somewhere where you wouldn't dare do anything stupid. And in the middle of a crowded group of bald men seemed ideal.
. . . Fine, talk. But but be fast about it.
Oscar: Fine, I'll be brief. You know that musical number we just broke out into?
Yes . . ?
Oscar: Well, you may not know this, but all your lines were originally sung by a fellow named Sweeny Todd *sings loudly* THE DEMON BARBER OF FLEEEEEEET STREET!
So?
Oscar: So, he was in posession of two silver straight razors, which he used to kill people. Capeesh?
. . .
Oscar: . . .
. . .
Oscar: You see where I'm going with this?
No!
And now I must take my leave. I seem to sound like Niccolò. Oh dear.
Oscar: *sighs*
*wipes down his hands with a moist towelette*
One of these razors was picked up, enchanted, and is now the prized posession of that very Texan hit man who tried to kill you in Hong Kong. The other one was lost to time.
*pulls out glittering straight razor*
Until now.
*quietly watches but won't really do anything*
(Goodbye, Zafira!)
*takes straight razor*
My oh my . . . where on earth did you find such a thing?
Oscar: My sources are secret.
I can't help noticing that you have a white stripe in your black hair, Oscar, just like Sweeny Todd did . . .
Oscar: ALright alright alright, so he copied my style and that's why I have a grudge against him. Can you blame me!?
No. No, I cannot.
@Star: *nods* Sounds pretty good. :)
That said, though, I don't tend to take a lot of pictures on my phone because the camera is pretty poor, and the iPod probably uses iTunes or something to do that. Which reminds me that I need to work through the pictures on my iPod because I have 1,585 on there, and the vast majority are screencaps of stuff I want to keep for future reference, or that I took accidentally, there are a few WIP photos of drawings and such, and a lot of random pictures I use as sources/references when I have a drawing in mind, sometimes. Very few of them are actually photographs, though. :P
But that's useful to know - Thanksss. :)
Aw, bye Zaf!
#ChaseForBook9
Bye Zaf! *hugs*
*tosses razor between her hands*
So . . . what do you need from me? Not that I owe you anything. We have, after all, been trying to kill each other for nigh on 500 years.
Boy: Try Pirelli's Miracle Elix-
Crowd: Shut up, it's just piss with ink!
Oscar: Come now, Doctor Precocious, can't you see I'm in considerable distress? Can you not spare a moment for the wellbeing of your nemesis, to ensure a long and healthy feud in future?
. . . Fair enough.
Oscar: Alright, we need to find the other straight razor, but, sadly, it's in the hands of that Texan hit man. William something. Or something Raymond. William-Raymond. Whatever!
*steps in something and turns green*
*furiously wipes off shoe with moist towelette*
We need to find it, but I don't know how to find him. You have your van, I trust?
*nods*
It's parked down that creepy dark alley, in the form of a hearse with "Precocious and Sons: Smiling Undertakers" written on the side.
Oscar: Well then, let's get to it.
(Well, since no one seems to be on right now, I am going to allow Precocious and Oscar to ride off into the sunset on their quest to find and kill Billy-Ray Sanguine. Tune in next time, for the next thrilling installment of Doctor Precocious: The Demon Monster Hunter of Fleet Street!)
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ffs why? The song is not profane in the least. (Not to mention that I wasn't even aware that YouTube HAS my age.) o.O
@Annika: I don't know if I mentioned before, but your self-perpetuating roleplays-of-sorts are really awesome. :) ^^
#ChaseForBook9
I'm on, Anni. :) Just don't have anything to say, and I'm way too tired/ dizzy to say anything if I could.
*Agrees with Taia*
(Thank you, I'm glad you like my on-my-own role-plays! I've got a little list of the ones I've done so I don't mess up my own timeline . . .)
*pokes Saph*
(Ah, hello, Adra! You missed my fabulous Sweeny-Todd adventure . . .)
Sorry! Homework called!
@Taia: O_O The most I have from YouTube is adverts telling me the thing they're advertising is classified as this, or the person who uploaded the video deciding to put a note on.
HEY SAPH! HEY ADRA! :)
@Annika: Your little roleplays are awesome. :)
#ChaseFOrBookNine
(Oh, sorry- I was asleep)
@Annika: Heh, that's a pretty sensible idea. :) ^^
Hey, Adra! :)
*remembers maths homework*
*returns to the land of differences between squares*
#ChaseForBook9
*pokes Adra back* Hello, dearest :P
Ay Taia, Star
*pokes Saph again*
*hugs Star*
*pokes Adra again* I hate to ask this, but why are you poking me?
(Well, if there's a bunch of people on, I suppose I might as well continue.
Welcome to Next Time, sooner than you thought!)
Anni; *Laughs*
@Star: I've never seen it, before. It just seems so out of place. Of all the songs/videos you could put that on... it doesn't make sense.
I just found an upload from somebody else, which worked fine. *shrugs*
@Annika: *laughs* Hooray! :P
#ChaseForBook9
----A hearse painted with the words “Precocious and Sons: Smiling Undertakers” rolls through the London fog. A woman in a lab coat sits on top, driving the horses, while inside, an OCD supervillain curls himself in a tight ball to prevent any of the full coffins touching him.----
*whistles*
I have sailed the world, seen its wonders
For the cruelty of man is as wondrous as Peru
But there’s no place like London!
Oscar: *mumbles* No, there’s no place like London.
*hearse splashs through puddle*
You know, Oscar, I never thought we’d find ourselves here, in Victorian England.
Oscar: That makes two of us.
Still, better than the 14th century.
Oscar: Yes, the 14th century was rather grim. *shivers* A nightmare*
Well, yes, for someone like you. I bet you’re still concerned about the whole ‘indoor plumbing’ thing, aren’t you?
Oscar: Wh-what?
Yep. These days, people just piss in the street. Or in a chamber pot, which they then empty onto the street. How does that make you feel?
*hears goes through puddle which splashes Oscar*
Oscar: OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!
*laughs*
*poke* *hisses
☂So, guys, what have I missed in my absence?☂
Don't you hiss at me, young lady ;) *wags finger* Why are you poking me?
Oscar: You know, sometimes, I don’t feel that you respect me.
You’ve devoted your life to two things: Killing me, and scurbbing down your house twice a day. Neither of which are things that lead to my respecting you.
Oscar: I do both things in the hope of ridding the world of harmful parasites.
Are you calling me a harmful parasite?
Oscar: Ding ding ding! Give the little lady a big cigar.
You know, you’ve become quite sassy in your old age.
Oscar: *sighs* Sass is the refuge of the aged.
Wow. That was actually rather profound.
Oscar: *smiles* Yes, I know.
EMBER *tackles*
(Ay-)
Did you just mall me missy?
I AM YOUR SUPERIOR *rawrs weakly*
☂SAPPHY!☂
☂☂attacklehugs☂☂
☂Did you remember what you were going to talk to me about that while ago?☂
☂☂throws Adra a Mycroftbunny☂☂
Adra; I want to roar back, but that might wake my parents up XD
Ember; Nope. Not one bit XD
I guess it wasn't important.
Where are we even going? That Texan hit man wouldn’t be in Victorian England.
Oscar: Oh, I know. But the portal back to the present is.
Where?
Oscar: Trust me. Turn left.
What, here?
Oscar: No, the next left.
There is no next left, it’s a dead end!
Oscar: Do you trust me, or not?
You sent me a pair of exploding pants for my birthday.
Oscar: And they fit you perfectly, did they not?
Yes, they did, and then I got third-degree burns!
Oscar: Oh, just turn left.
Do you want to drive?
Oscar: Very much so.
Well give up on it! This is MY van/hearse!
Oscar: *sigh* I wouldn’t be caught dead driving this old heap anyway.
What. Did. You. Just. Say?
*strange face*
*mewls*
☂☂weeps quietly☂☂
☂ANNIIIIIIIIII☂
☂I feel like I haven't been on in years, and it's been like... two days.☂
☂☂stuffs bunny in her mouth☂☂
☂What does the bunny say?☂
You know something? I don’t like your attitude.
Oscar: I don’t like your attitude either.
What if I just killed you right now? You’re already in the hearse.
Oscar: What if I hopped out and ran away?
Then you’d be stuck in Victorian England with no indoor plumbing.
Oscar: *whimper*
(WHAT DOES THE FOOOOOOOX SAY!
Sorry, I just had to. That video is so stupid . . .)
Ember; Don't you dare get that song stuck in my head :P
*Shivers and wraps blankets around myself tighter* WHy is it so cold? It's almost summer and I'm sitting here in long sleeved pyjamas and a dressing gown, buried beneath my duvet and four blankets. Shivering.
Maybe I have a fever.
((OTP))
ME TOO, SAPH!
☂Sometimes that happens, Saph. There's probably nothing wrong.☂
☂But really, what do bunnies say?☂
*hearse pulls up outside a creepy old mansion*
Oscar: *sulking* There, what did I tell you. Turn left.
Ah, Oscar, there is no way in hell I’m going in that house.
Oscar: Course language doesn’t suit you, and that’s where the portal is, so we have to go in. *hops out of hearse* Are you coming?
*sigh*
*hops down off hearse*
Very well. But if anything tries to attack me *shoots Oscar a pointed look* I am using every drop of magic I posess to destroy it.
Oscar: Fair enough.
Ember; Yeah, but I've been feeling blah for about a week and my forehead's burning up. I'll just use the machine-thing to check my temperature in the morning :)
And bunnies don't really say anything...
(I could be wrong, Ember, but I heard a rumor that they don't say anything until the moment of their death, when they scream. It may just be an old wives' tale.)
☂Oh. Then yeah, you have a fever.☂
☂Okay. I'll keep a bunny and not give it any water for a week, and we'll see what happens.☂
That's a terrifying wives tale..
*gets to her feet and dons her coat, putting on her boots and running out into the snow* HAY
Ember; ...
☂☂follows Adra☂☂
☂I was joking. I would never buy a rabbit.☂
----The girl in the lab coat closed her eyes, and as she concentrated, she feels blue energy gathering up in her hands, rolling up her arms and crackling like lightning. The man with the white stripe in his hair pulls a golden pen out of his suit and uncaps it, causing a burst of golden light to pierce the darkness. When his eyes open, they are pure, glittering gold with Life-Giver energy. They approach the mansion, him glowing with angelic light, her crackling with powerful blue energy.
The door opens for them when they get closer.----
☂Hey, btw, I can't think of a good name for October...☂
*runs over and jumps on Saph's back* WOOOO
Hello?
Echo: Hello hello hello hello hello?
Oscar: *steps in* Be very, very careful. We don’t know what we might- SWEET MOTHER OF GOD GET IT AWAY FROM ME OH HELL!
What is it!? What happened!? Are you hurt!? What’s got you!?
Oscar: SPIDERWEBS.
Oscar . . . .
Oscar: DOCTOR GET THEM OFF ME THIS IS NOT A DRILL.
(Onyx))
*Tries my hardest not to start giggling* Would you buy a Mycroftrabbit?
☂Me or Adra?☂
*collapses and lets Adra tumble over her head*
Ember; You.
*tumbles into the snow onto her back* UGH
Where’s the portal?
Oscar: *still trembling, his light flickering* It’s in the dining room.
Where’s the dining room?
Oscar: Erm . . .
*pan-out zoom-shot of the massive, massive mansion*
*swallows grimly*
Well, let’s start by turning left. No, right!
Oscar: I think we should go straight ahead.
*puts face in hands*
Oh HELL no . . .
(Be right back, gotta give my dog his morning medicine . . .)
Okay Anni :)
Adra; Oh. It's you. Sorry! I wasn't sure who dropped onto my back, so my natural reaction was to throw you off. Actually, my natural reaction was to eat you, but whatever...
☂Wrong question. The question is WOULD I EVER NOT BUY A MYCROFTBUNNY, to which the answer is NOOOOOOO☂
*stuffs a handful of snow in her face*
I'm reading Mushroom's book and OH MY GOSH IT'S SO HER.
It's filled with this ridiculous hyperness and all these meaningful speeches and I'm just like OH MY GOSH THIS IS BASICALLY A SUMMARY OF YOUR PERSONALITY.
Sorry, I poofed. Reading . . .
#ChaseForBookNine
☂Except that I've never seen one in real life and I don't have my own credit card to order it offline from the website.☂
☂OMG YOU GOT THE BOOK???????☂
☂STAR YOU LUCKY THANG☂
*three hours later . . .*
Oscar: I will NOT go in there.
It’s just a hallway with a few spiderwebs, you dope. Man, how you ever became a supervillain I will never know.
Oscar: I . . . alright. *swallows*
*holds up Sweeny Todd’s razor*
What are you trying to do, become a Sailor Scout?
Oscar: Shh!
*lashes out with razor*
*slices spiderwebs into oblivion*
Wow.
ITS IS OUT?! I WANT IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
☂SOMEBODY GIVE ME AN EXAMPLE OF A CHEMICAL REACTION☂
☂
Ember; Oxygen in the air turning iron into iron oxide (rust).
Alright, this looks like a wine cellar of some sort. The stairs seem a little . . . dodgy . . .
Oscar: I hope you trip and break your neck.
The feeling is mutual, I assure you, but I have no intention of dying in Victorian England.
*creeps down the stairs into the darkness*
Can you make some light?
Oscar: My pen ran out of ink. I can’t; not for an hour.
Well, we’ll just have to feel our way down the stairs, then.
*they descend into darkness*
Oscar: Gah! I can’t see!
Give me your hand.
Oscar: Say what now?
Just do it! I’ll guide you down.
Oscar: *cautiously takes her hand*
*his eyes flash gold*
What was that?
Oscar: *turns red, but Precocious can’t see it in the darkness*
Ah, nothing.
H+ 2O= H2O
((I ship Pecoscar so hard))
☂I dedicate to knowing when to go outside your comfort zone.☂
☂Sometimes, if something makes you really uncomfortable and you don't want to be in that situation for a very good reason, it's smart to trust your instincts. You know what to do.☂
☂But sometimes (SOMETIMES. NOTTTTT all the time), even if you're uncomfortable or you don't want to do something, it might be a good idea. That's up to you. Nobody else can tell you how far away from your comfort zone you need to do. But when you know it's a good thing and you do it, it can be really liberating and wonderful.☂
☂SO YEAH.☂
☂And the Mycroftbunny, and Mycroft Holmes and his umbrella, and Nightcore, and stuff.☂
☂AND LUCI'S BOOK☂
*trapped in the darkness*
This was a really, impressively bad idea, wasn’t it?
Oscar: Yes, yes it was. AH! Something;s touching my leg!
That was me, sorry.
Oscar: No, no it’s fine.
Ah! Over there, look! I can make out some stairs! Perfect! Oh! What’s that!
*stoops to pick something up*
Oh, you dropped your pen.
Oscar: *pockets it, hoping she won’t notice it’s not out of ink after all*
Yes, I did, thank you.
Let’s get out of here.
Oscar: Yes, I agree.
*Raises glass to ded happily* Nightcore! I like Nightcore :D
*giggles at Oscar and Precocious* muahmuahmuah
☂I just got into it three days ago...☂
☂I mean, I had listened to it a bit since January, but I only really got addicted three days ago.☂
☂I've been in such an odd mood. I'm barely myself...☂
It's not actually out . . . She gave me a proof copy when I saw her yesterday. :) Sorry. :(
IT'S AWESOME.
#ChaseForBookNine
*they burst into the dining room*
Ah-ha! Look! It’s the portal!
*a bowl of soup is shimmering with eerie creepiness. It is also whirling like a vortex in the midst of time and space*
Oscar: Finally, the present day once again!
After you.
Oscar: No no no, after you.
*they stare at the soup*
But . . . but . . .
Oscar: How do we even use it?
Do we drink it?
Oscar: I . . . I suppose so.
☂goh☂
@Ember: People have multiple layers you them. 'Yourself' is a very vaguely defined thing that was never defined.
#ChaseForBookNine
*hugs Ember* Same. I mean, for one thing, I used to be unable to stay up past 9. Now I can't sleep more than four hours a night- almost always less.
Have you listened to a Nightcore remix of 'Don't You Worry Child'? It sounds awesome XD
*fetches two champagne glasses*
Well, if we’re going to drink some disgusting, nasty, greasy, time-space continuum fluid, we may as well do it in style.
Oscar: Here here.
*pours soup into glasses*
You did that very neatly. I could never have poured from such a big bowl without spilling.
Oscar: I haven’t spilled anything since I was four.
Fair enough.
*raises glass*
To the present!
Oscar: *raises glass* To the present!
*they clink their glasses together and drink*
*they whirl through a tunnel of time and space while ‘Let’s Do The Time Warp Again!’ blares in the background.
. . . My ally seems to be organising this entry with another person and I'm getting vague details that constantly shift due to new information.
Arghhh. :P
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