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8 yrs ago
@Guess Who you're a lifesaver. i just looked it up and i think bread can be brought on planes, and life is good again. bless you.
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8 yrs ago
THE BREAD IS GONNA GO STALE AND I'LL HAVE WASTED LIKE FOUR BUCKS FOR NOTHING. WHAT AM I DOIGN WITH MY LIFE FREAKING OUT ABOUT BREAD AT 5 IN THE MORNIGN
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8 yrs ago
i bought a fucking loaf of bread today, and i was super excited about it and everything. then i fucking realized that my girlfriend and i are going on vacation in two days so WHO'S GONNA EAT THE BREAD
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8 yrs ago
@Nevix it seems that way. normally it's all cool and i love this place too, but sometimes something peeves me off, yknow? s'all good though, i'll get over it in like five minutes and be back to lovin.
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Call me Flo if fluorescent's too much! (I've also been called Flur, which is cool, too!) If it's Bioware-related, space-related, or hella gay, I probably love it. I'm also basically an Elementary fanatic at this point, and for some reason I have a thing for basketball.

I'm pansexual and agender; feel free to ask me about it, as I'm open to discussing my gender identity and sexual orientation, but don't be a dick. I'm here to enjoy myself, not to field rude questions. Anyways, that means I would like it if you referred to me with they/them pronouns. If that bothers or upsets you, don't refer to me at all.

But at the end of the day, I'm just here to have a good time! I love writing and it's something I've been doing on the side for the last six or seven years, and I've even taken a couple classes focused on writing in college. So let's get to it, then!

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Location: Berry's Warehouse

Step. Stop. Turn. Piroutte a half turn, drop - no, no, that just didn't quite work the same on Earth. Step. Stop. Turn. Pirouette a full turn, drop - same result. Alice dropped to the floor in frustration, her arms hanging limply at her sides. Her favorite dances were pretty enough on Earth, but they were never the same as back home. It was the same action, the same thoughts, but never the same result, almost as if Earth just didn't care what you put in your head when you danced. How rude of it, to ignore one's dancing thoughts in such a way.

"Berry, when do we get to go home?" Alice called out, her voice resonating in the empty warehouse in which Berry had set up shop. She moved some stolen furniture into the old manager's office upstairs, pulled some strings (among other things) to keep the place powered, and let the main warehouse area be room for Alice and Berry's activities, like Alice's dancing. Much of "their people" like to stay closer to each other, many of them living in the same area. Alice was no different, though she spent a fair share of time at Berry's. Berry preferred to stay more isolated, though her warehouse was only really a short distance from everyone else, really.

"Berryyyy." Alice's voice was singsong and light; it was one of her better moments, when she was closer to her former self. Alice knew to appreciate these moments while they lasted. Lucidity did not come often to her, so when it did she was sure to take advantage.

Berry's head poked out from the office door. "I said, I ain't got a clue. Hopefully soon, though," Berry called back to Alice. The office overlooked the main area, accessible by old, rickety metal stairs scaling the warehouse along the wall.

"What are you doing?" Alice stood, slowly twirling her way towards the staircase.

"I'm just thinkin' 'bout what we're gonna do today." Berry emerged from the office fully and began to make her way down the staircase. She met Alice at the bottom of the stairs, examining the girl's wardrobe for the day. Nothing spectacular, surprisingly, bar the hat on her head. "Oh, sweetheart, where did you get that hat? Do you even know what a pussy is?"

Alice frowned and tilted her head in confusion. "The Hatter got it for me, of course. Isn't it just another name for a cat?"

Berry laughed, "Oh, honey, no. Not at all. When did you see The Hatter?"

"I could have seen him yesterday, or the day before, or maybe even tomorrow, if I so chose to. It doesn't really matter when I saw him, so much as how I saw him." Alice began to spin away from Berry, across the warehouse floor.

"Y'know, that actually makes a lick of sense. You don't often make sense when you give me those answers, but you did just then."

"I'm having a good time!" Alice flashed a wide smile at Berry. It was heartwarming to Berry to see Alice enjoying herself. Berry did her best to try to keep Alice more or less stable by keeping her occupied and giving her fun things to do, but Berry had long ago accepted that Alice could lose it at any moment. Whether or not the girl really could still hear the Madness speaking to her was irrelevant, at this point. It was a very real concern for Alice, and her happiness could be pulled away from her without notice.

"You have a phone call."

"You can hear that? From all the way over there?" Alice had spun her way to the far side of the warehouse, though she had fallen back to the floor a while ago. Berry's phone was just at the top of the stairs in their room, ringing and vibrating faintly on a table.

"Something changes when it rings. I can feel it. In my ears."

"Honey, that there is hearing."

"Not really. You wouldn't understand."

Berry let it go, instead bolting up the stairs to grab the call. She arrived just in time to see Lucy on the caller ID, though she missed it, as usual; Alice did the math once (how she did it is an entirely different conversation) and Berry only ever answered Lucy maybe once every ten calls. She could only shrug as she listened to the message Lucy left. Poor Lucy was flustered, but the gist of the message was simple, if concerning. Berry stepped out onto the stairs, watching Alice count... something. She opted to respond with a text back to Lucy, so Alice wouldn't get too worried prematurely.

No worries here, Alice is safe and with me. See y'all tonight.

She pocketed the phone and made her way back down. "So, I reckon I know what we're doin' tonight. Lucy wants us all to meet up tonight, says it's urgent."

Alice dramatically flopped back from her sitting position so she was lying on the floor. "But is it really urgent? The meetings are no fun," the girl complained. She began waving her arms and legs back and forth as if to make a snow angel, but the lack of snow made that a near impossibility.

With a stern look on her face, Berry laid down next to Alice, letting out a deep sigh. "Sorry, honey, but yeah, it really is. Lucy says it could be serious."

"Like, bad serious?"

"Maybe."

"Oh."

The two women let the conversation hang, drifting off into silence. Alice wondered what "bad serious" actually meant, as she hadn't properly wrapped her head around the phrase, while Berry debated how much exactly she should tell Alice and how much should be left for the meeting that afternoon.

"Does it have to do with the earthquake, Berry?"

"Might be. Why?"

"I... I think I hear them again. I heard them again after the earthquake earlier, but they left. They're back now."

Berry frowned. Alice had been hearing the voices with alarming frequency recently. Rising from the floor, Berry extended an arm to lift Alice up, as well. "I reckon we head over to your place. You'll feel more comfortable there, and if we're lucky, we can bump into someone you like on the way. After all," Berry paused as she pulled Alice to her feet, "ya can't spend your entire day with me, again. I'm pretty boring."

"But we aren't alone, Berry," Alice replied, confused. She turned and waved her arm across the empty room, as if to showcase all the other people in Berry's warehouse.

Berry held back a frown, instead fighting through a half-smile. "But I want you to find some friends, like The Hatter or Lucy." It was odd placing both The Hatter and Lucy in the same sentence regarding Alice's friends, but they were the first names that came to mind. It was a simple ploy she utilized often, recalling people from their world that made it to Mystvale in order to bring Alice back to their reality.

Huh. "Their" reality. Berry used to think of reality as a sure thing, as something that never changed, ever. But Alice saw reality as such a fickle thing, it was hardly surprising that Berry began to consider reality as a subjective concept.

This time, fortunately, Berry's ploy worked. "Okay, fine, we can go to my apartment. But stop babying me, I'm not a child," Alice almost stormed off, lightly pushing past Berry on the way out the door. That was the hardest part of caring for Alice. When she regressed back to the Madness, she went wholly and suddenly. One minute, Alice was the sweet, innocent girl that was mentally far younger than her physical appearance would suggest, and the next, she was cold and callous, angry at the world for existing when hers did not. The only constant was her disconnect with reality, but even then it came in varying degrees.

Berry locked up the warehouse and followed Alice into Mystvale, heading for Alice's apartment building.


Amy Cordaro



Location: Amy's Parents House -> The Receptionist's Desk, Dunder Mifflin

"Amy, honey, why exactly are you going to apply for this job?"

Amy Cordaro rolled her eyes dramatically at her mother. "Have you not seen the documentary, Mom? Hello? They're, like, the awesomest company since ever, probably!" Her wonderfully structured sentence came complete with wild arm flails and dramatic hair tosses. Sure, it wasn't the best argument she could've come up with, but it's not like her mom was really going to give her a hard time about it.

"I don't usually give you a hard time about these things-" Whoops. "-but isn't that a terrible reason to want to work somewhere?" Mom had taken on that condescending parenting voice Amy knew too well. It came with being the youngest in the family; try to do anything, and Mom was right there making sure she was making the right choices. Her parents didn't question her choices often, since Amy typically made the right ones, in their eyes, but there were days when naiveté got the best of her.

Ask Mama Cordaro, and this was totally one of those days.

"Mom, I've been working at deadbeat jobs for, like, a year now. I want to do something more than that, and I really think that this is gonna be it."

"A receptionist position."

"Yes."

"At Dunder Mifflin."

"Yes!"

Her mother sighed loudly, setting her cup of coffee down on the kitchen table. Amy came over for breakfast fairly often, but she rarely had news like this. Like she was actually getting a real job that would pay real money and let her do real things that meant something. Or, so she thought. Amy wasn't really sure about that one, but it was nice to believe. Besides, anything is better than bumming around between retail jobs.

"At the end of the day, it's your decision to make, and I support you completely. Just... please make sure you aren't goin- okay, you're already out the door."

Amy missed that part completely. Her car was already started and shifted into gear by the time her mom finished speaking. The drive to Dunder Mifflin was only ten minutes, even at the almost obnoxiously slow speed Amy drove at. She had heard once that she should not be driving a Mazda - a stick shift, for that matter - if she was going to drive that slow. But it wasn't important to Amy, since nobody was telling her what to do with her baby.



The moment of truth. All she had to do was open the door. Breathe in. Out. In. Out. Okay, you can so do this, Amy reminded herself, as she prepared to enter the office she had become such a fan of after the documentary released. Amy raised her hand to open the door, but something caught her attention out of the corner of her eye.

Was that... a camera?

"Oh my gosh, are you guys filming me?"

They didn't respond, largely because there was no crew; it was just a camera left to its own devices on a tripod.

"That's so cool." With a newfound confidence, Amy burst into the office, her resumé in hand.

To be met by... nobody, really. When Amy had decided to apply for Dunder Mifflin for the receptionist position, she didn't realize how bad the situation was. There were people in the room, sure, but nobody at the desk itself. All the better for herself, Amy figured. With absolutely no clue how to go about applying for a "real" job, Amy simply walked up to the receptionist's desk and set her resume down, resolving to stand there as long as she had to until someone greeted her.
Since I'm what feels like three lifetimes late for my opening post, I figured it was only appropriate that the Hartfords were also late. If anyone wants to interact, go for it! All three are completely open.

Birthdays: Kelsey - February 13
Kris - August 8
Jess - December 31


Kelsey Hartford, Kris Hartford, and Jess Grossman

Location: The Hartford Home -> Behind the Bleachers -> Carnival Outskirts




"Hey, dipshit."

The rude awakening was met with a hard pillow to the chest, followed shortly by muffled grumbles.

"We're laaaaate, Kelsey. Get out of bed, shit, it's already seven and it's still a ten minute roll to school. Mom's gonna be pissed if she finds out we're late today."

Another pillow. Kris took both pillows and slammed them down onto the bed. She had tried to wake Kelsey up four times in the last twenty minutes, and she was not happy with being at late to their first day of high school. Knowing how quickly Kelsey got ready, they wouldn't get there until much closer to eight.

"Kelsey, I swear to god you get out of bed right now or I will drag your punk ass to school," Kris threatened, taking a pillow and throwing it down at Kelsey again. "I'll just strap you to your skateboard or something. I dunno."

Kelsey slowly raised her head from the pillow, giving Kris the sleepiest glare.

"You touch my skateboard, you're fucking dead."



Kris led the way on her roller blades, Kelsey following closely behind. It was already fifteen minutes to eight, and the two girls were just arriving to school. Hopefully with the carnival, nobody would really notice the two girls arriving almost an hour after they were supposed to.

The sisters snuck around to the back of the bleachers, staying out of sight until the freshmen were finished dispersing into the carnival.

Kris punched Kelsey in the shoulder. "We missed the first roll call. Wake up on time tomorrow," Kris said with a hint of bitterness. She wasn't too upset at her sister, as the day wasn't nearly as important as the start of classes the next day, but it was getting into the habit that mattered. Kelsey would probably be on time when classes started.

"Look, I bet we didn't even miss anything important. Chill out," Kelsey retorted, rubbing her arm where Kris punched her.

"Shut the fuck up over there. You're ruining the moment."

The girls looked over to the source of the new voice. Kelsey smirked; she knew exactly who this bitch was.

"Hey, you're Jess Grossman, right? Is it true you fucked three people at the same time?" Kelsey jabbed. She had heard rumors that a new girl was moving to town over the summer; as any honest gossip would, Kelsey did her due diligence and researched the living shit out of Jess. Most news websites weren't too helpful, but that's what Twitter was for. Jess' mentions were a gold mine for a natural gossip like Kelsey.

All she got was a roll of the eyes, followed by a puff of smoke from Jess' cigarette. She had no interest in entertaining this bullshit. She came back here after the freshmen were dismissed to hide for a quick smoke before dipping out. The three girls stood in silence for a moment, before Jess spoke up. "You two didn't miss shit, so get your heads out your asses, stop hiding behind these bleachers like fuckin' babies, and fuck off, already."

Predictably, Kelsey just couldn't resist throwing another punch. "Oooh, we're getting help from our new resident slut. Does that mean we're part of the in-crowd, now?"

Kris hid her face in her hands, before pulling Kelsey away by the forearm. "She's literally just trying to help us, Kels. Stop being such an asshole and let's go." Kelsey flashed one last smirk at Jess as they rounded the corner from behind the bleachers, as if to say that this was a war that was only just beginning. Kelsey didn't get to see, but Jess' only response was a slow shake of the head, met with yet another puff of smoke.



"Do you know anyone here, Kels?"

The shorter sister glanced around, scanning for familiar faces. "I... think so. It's hard to say."

"There's a lot of people."

"Yeah."

"Like. A lot of people."

"Yeah."

"What do we do? We just gonna carry this shit all day?" Kris motioned to her roller blades hanging from her backpack by the shoelaces, and the skateboard Kelsey was holding by the trucks.

"Hell yeah we are. I'm not getting our stuff stolen from us on day one. Hold onto that tight." Kelsey lifted her skateboard to eye level and squeezed the trucks for emphasis. She began to wander off into the carnival, completely lost in the maze of people, Kris following closely behind in her sister's shadow.
@Morose Awesome! I love a good no-questions-asked hiring process.
@Morose After a lifetime longer than I would have liked, here she is!

@iHxzardx Nah, how I understood it, when @Klaykid said Clyde sits in the back of the classroom, it's not that he's currently sitting in the back of the classroom, it's more like that he would sit in the back of the classroom if he was sitting in a classroom.*

Also, working on getting a post up! Hopefully we don't get shut down by a shovel before I do.

edit*: sitting in the back of a classroom -> sitting in a classroom. i realize that made no sense the way it was first phrased.
I know it's taken me a while, but bar a serious emergency I should be able to post my character here tonight!











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