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I've seen durians in the H-Mart (Korean+Chinese/Japanese/Vietnamese/Indian/Mexican-for-some-reason superstore) near Boston. You know it's serious 'cause they pack them in ice.
Mattis has been working at Primrose for about a year now, I think. Long enough that he knows all about pool maintenance and is trusted to operate things on his own, but not so long that anybody's figured out he's not actually a nereid. :)
Dr. Watson

DR IESHA WATSON - EXPERIMENT #246-- the computerized voice intoned, stirring the butterflies gathered in her stomach. DR IESHA WATSON - EXPERIMENT #666

246--666--she closed her eyes, the muscles in her jaw twitching as she ground her teeth. Despite the ibuprofen, her migraine had yet to abate and had taken the edge off their small, glorious victory. It still didn't deter the sharp grin that flashed across her face now. 246. 666. At long last, they would taste the fruits of their labors. She expected them to be sweet indeed.

Hurrying through decontamination as much as she dared--which, given the gravity of the circumstances, wasn't much--she fumbled with her hazmat suit, then slowed. Though she remembered every detail of the reports, it never hurt to be too careful. Protocol existed for a reason. Mainly liability reasons. Bones aching, she stretched her jaw. She really needed to stop grinding her teeth.

Double checking every zipper, flap and errant tab, Iesha picked up her clipboard. With its sharp edges digging into her breast, her overtaxed muscles loosened slightly. Better. #246 first, then 666. As she strode the length of the hallway to the ward, she ran through what she knew of the subject and decided it wasn't enough. Testing had proven inconclusive, further research required. An unknown quantity. Iesha despised unknown quantities. The very thought brought a toothy smile to her lips. The kind of smile sharks envy.

"Ready, Dr. De Note?" she asked, pausing a step behind her coworker and favoring him with a scrutinizing squint. "Everything in order?"
Tam

Pain shuddered though their eyes, penetrating deep into their cranium before they slammed them shut and smashed their fists over the sockets. Distantly, they could hear their scream dissipate into the blinding light and it took several shivery breaths to refill their lungs enough for a long string of cusses, syllables malformed by a tongue that seemed too thick for their mouth. After a moment, Tam withdrew their hands from their face, finger by finger. Light seeped through, so strong as to be unbearable. Tam bore it. Opening one eye, they blinked at the blurred world. Bright and white. Carefully opening the second eye, Tam squinted at nothing. Beds, they realized, people, IV drips, walls, people, machines, machines, machines, concrete, steel, earth, people--

They groaned, a quiet sound that forced itself from Tam's lungs as they fell back into the dark. Nothing.

A second attempt. Had there been a first? Wakefulness broke over Tam in pieces. First the ears: breathing, their own, mostly, but they knew of others. How? For a brief, precarious moment they balanced on the verge of knowing--they opened their eyes and let the pain of the light force all thought from their mind. No screaming this time. They bit their lip. Concentrating, Tam saw a camera. It was if 90% of their vision had retreated into their periphery. A camera. They stared at it, practicing their new, limited form of sight. They realized, slowly, that they should be upset about the camera. They should be upset about a number of things, actually, and they were upset just--differently. Slowly, Tam sat up, felt the gentle tug of the IV drip.

Don't pull it out, they told themself. It hurts. I used to do it a lot before. That was dumb. Why would I do that? Because I was afraid. Of what?

Their thoughts felt slow and the world seemed farther away than usual: muffled and blurred.

Two people were moving nearby, though, they knew that much. How?

"Excuse me?"

Tam cleared their throat in a very reasonable way.

"Excuse me, where am I?"

But, as it turned out, Tam already knew the answer to that question.
aegyolk said
Ah yeah moral dilemmas are good for me :Dthe only thing I came across on this website that I thought -nah- was some military RP set in Afghanistan and I just thought 'nope not roleplaying in that clusterfuck'


Yeah, I saw that one too. "Clusterfuck" indeed. Military rps are hairy enough to begin with. X/
tenebrae16 said
I advise you to have it with something like porridge, bread or crackers because it's really salty and needs something plain. :3 On another note, thoughts on having test subjects test their powers on organic subjects, maybe not humans, but animals perhaps. Just to add to the morale dilemma. Again, I respect anyone's limits.


Yay, moral dilemmas for everyone! :)

And thanks for the tip!
Leviathan said
More of a snake person myself.& yes Vi, Akari will remain an Akuma. ^^


Oh snakes! <3 I love those as well, although I've never been allowed to keep one myself. Maybe someday . . .
Eh, I don't really feel comfortable rp-ing a group that's meant to be an allegory for neo/Nazis. If the Death Eaters were NPCs then that would be ok tho. And there's enough sci-fi/apocalyptic rps like that out there--crossing it with the HP-universe doesn't really spice it up enough to interest me. However, I would possibly be up for an rp where the muggle community discovered the wizarding one and both sides have to deal with the consequences. It could be a bit dystopian, with new laws that force wizards to identify themselves, etc. We'd have to narrow it down to a closed-unit of course, to make it manageable--maybe a small village or neighborhood with several wizarding families?
They don't sell Vegemite in America (at least not normally)--so if you do try it, it's probably because someone tricked or dared you. Not exactly ideal circumstances under which to make the acquaintance of an unfamiliar, slightly-hazardous condiment. X/

It's also really easy (and fun) to make fun of. Anyway, I haven't had it personally, but I'd be game to try it if I ever had the chance.
Definitely a cat-person. Dogs are nice, but, like children, they're best when you can give them back at the end of the day. XP
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