15 July 2012 @ 11:44 pm
all goddamn day long
these stupid poems. what even
i can't even say

what I'm actual
thinking of, fuck man, this curse
can get themselves... fuck.

i hate this curse. Very.
Who can tell what I'm saying?
refrigerator.


[ ooc: haiku curse. in case you... couldn't tell. ]
 
 
17 June 2012 @ 11:43 pm
Isn't the whole positive side to being stuck in a place like this that you don't have to deal with this shit? I call not fucking fair on keeping these friendship-scales or whatever balanced better than this.

You, shut up. I'm trying to work here.
 
 
31 May 2012 @ 11:31 pm
WHY is everybody suddenly fucking ponies
 
 
[ Is Harry studiously studying, or even just asleep, in preparation for the final exams tomorrow?

HAH.

No, he's out trying to boost shit. C'mon.



ooc: replies come from [personal profile] corporalfuckingmagic as soon as I get him decked out with enough icons. ]
 
 
21 April 2012 @ 11:50 pm
So... Anybody got anything of mine I should know about?

[Filtered to Lucy:]
Really wasn't expecting to see this much of you after switching bodies back.

[Filtered to Tony:]
I got a picture of you in a doughnut? What?

And I got this one? I have no idea who that is. Wanna come tell me who you are?
 
 
14 April 2012 @ 11:41 pm
[Harry's on the boat, but he's working. Hey, not all of us can afford to just sail on a boat for a few months, even if it is in steerage. Or, you know, want to. Actually he isn't here all that intentionally, but that's something else. Right now, he's attending to Mrs. Babbage's dessert plate. Apparently it wasn't adequate, and then it was given to Ms. Marquette.]

Yes, ma'am. Very sorry. I'll get you another. ... Again.

[She's not happy with that. But apparently not enough to not want him to try again. Alas.

ooc: in other words, feel free to interact with him between work when he's grabbing a smoke or as a member of the help.]
 
 
01 April 2012 @ 01:16 am
WOAH. What. What is this. [A woman walked into the bathroom where the device is on. Mirror, mirror, where's the mirro--] WHAT. Wh-- No that's Lucy. [Glance down.] This is Lucy.

...

I'm Lucy? I don't feel like Lucy. I feel like Harry. With... curves. [He's moving his hands around trying to work out all the differences but he's staying away from most areas.] This is weird. Hey, like... LUCY. Are you listening to this. Please tell me you have... you are me and we can just like, run at each other really fast and switch back. Or something.

[ooc: bodyswap curse with [personal profile] mightbeconcussed. He just woke up in the middle of the night, new body! same account, using her icons when I remember to.]
 
 
25 March 2012 @ 10:25 pm
[This is not fun. Harry was not built for this sort of thing. Being shot at is one thing - death lasers are totally different. Not to mention that shooting back at them doesn't do jack - he even managed to get one right in the... eye...? earlier, and all it did was manage to attract two others before all three started blinking people out even faster. Which is just totally unfair.

He has been, for whatever reason, compelled to actually go out and try to help people though, without any sort of plan in advance. Considering that the best way to do that seems to so far have been distracting them while people run like crazy in the other direction, you can run into him doing his best Bugs Bunny impressions at giant metal robot alien death monsters at just about any part of the central City. Or in between, catching his breath. Either way, he's keeping up a constant, very repetitive, verbal monologue.

ooc: sometime this afternoon.]
 
 
14 March 2012 @ 11:55 pm
[Harry just got home, bags scattered across the kitchen, the device is on the counter, and he's looking in them perplexed like he doesn't know what's in them. And, to be fair, he sort of doesn't.] The fuck is up with this math shit today. I can't do math. Walking through the store trying to get food and I'm multiplying shit times a ridiculous number... I even had a list. Half the crap in these bags isn't on it. I just have like... Fuckin' pies and soda and cigarettes and shit. The hell. Half a tomato? Who even let me buy part of a tomato? [He mumbles to himself.] Fucking math everywhere, I'm not even trying and then it's just there with the eight percent and yanking me around. Jesus.

[He stands there, looking at the half unpacked groceries, then looks at the device, grabs a cigarette, and walks into another room to leave it for later.] Crazy goddamn day.


[ooc: backdated like half an hour.]
 
 
27 February 2012 @ 12:58 am



[ooc: backdated to sometime on the network. he doesn't know when it went out. feel free to have seen the whole film.]
 
 
03 February 2012 @ 08:22 pm
[Harry is out and very cursed in various states of dress and pleased with today so far and being a hot bastard in general. Feel absolutely free to compliment him. Or, whatever.]
 
 
27 January 2012 @ 09:25 pm
So it's way more crowded here than normal, right? It's like somebody squeezed the City together and all the spread out parts condensed themselves up. Does it stay like this? Because this is dumb.

[ooc: pile on the facetwins, action, video, whathaveyou. everything's good.]