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what I want to know is, when I'm asleep, - September 4th, 2012
do I really remember how to fly?
04 September 2012 @ 01:14 am
Beautiful day. Summer's last performance/opening act for Fall.
Like to go for a walk, Solomon?
( (Private/Unhackable to Kira) )
Like to go for a walk, Solomon?
( (Private/Unhackable to Kira) )
04 September 2012 @ 05:38 pm
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I think everyone worked very hard yesterday and did quite admirably at their labours. The City looks to be in splendid shape. Even the leaves have been pulled out of the gutters on the opera house, thanks to one young man with a rope and some nerve. I wouldn't have been surprised if he'd found hidden in those leaves the last of the coins that rained down on the City a few years ago. I don't think he did--or, if he did, I certainly didn't hear anything about it.
I've rarely seen the City so busy as it was yesterday: sweeping the streets, washing the windows, pruning the hedges, clearing the drains in the streets, scrubbing up graffiti on the walls, painting shop signs, polishing all the streetlamps and even changing the lights in them, and, yes, pulling the leaves from the gutters of the opera house and any number of other places. I even heard someone was down in the sewers. And I don't believe he was a ratcatcher.
Yes, I think you've all quite earned something of a Christmas box for this year.
Although I don't think I'm the one to give it.
~C.
[ooc: Don't mind him, Cain's just being snide because he wasn't cursed yesterday. He'll get his eventually, of course. 19th century trivia! A "Christmas box" is a tip or reward given on the first weekday after Christmas to those, like servants, who have helped one during the year--hence "Boxing Day."]
I think everyone worked very hard yesterday and did quite admirably at their labours. The City looks to be in splendid shape. Even the leaves have been pulled out of the gutters on the opera house, thanks to one young man with a rope and some nerve. I wouldn't have been surprised if he'd found hidden in those leaves the last of the coins that rained down on the City a few years ago. I don't think he did--or, if he did, I certainly didn't hear anything about it.
I've rarely seen the City so busy as it was yesterday: sweeping the streets, washing the windows, pruning the hedges, clearing the drains in the streets, scrubbing up graffiti on the walls, painting shop signs, polishing all the streetlamps and even changing the lights in them, and, yes, pulling the leaves from the gutters of the opera house and any number of other places. I even heard someone was down in the sewers. And I don't believe he was a ratcatcher.
Yes, I think you've all quite earned something of a Christmas box for this year.
Although I don't think I'm the one to give it.
~C.
[ooc: Don't mind him, Cain's just being snide because he wasn't cursed yesterday. He'll get his eventually, of course. 19th century trivia! A "Christmas box" is a tip or reward given on the first weekday after Christmas to those, like servants, who have helped one during the year--hence "Boxing Day."]
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04 September 2012 @ 07:06 pm
So there's a wedding this month but we still need someone to marry us.
Who wants to be the one to pull that off? Don't care who it is or what your status is. It's not like any special kind of thing will change shit.
Storm King...get the fuck off, you're not marrying us.
Who wants to be the one to pull that off? Don't care who it is or what your status is. It's not like any special kind of thing will change shit.
Storm King...get the fuck off, you're not marrying us.
04 September 2012 @ 11:54 pm
[Last month was stressful: people flinging themselves off of buildings, snakes flinging themselves at him, talking objects, and one of his few friends in the City disappearing.
He's finally accumulated enough money from his job to splurge on video games, so today is going to be a day to relax, to have fun, and to not worry about a damn thing. Still in his pajamas, he loads up Guitar Hero, picks up the guitar joystick and... smashes the hell out of that thing like a rockstar.
He's in full on rant mode -- so angry, there is no icon in which to contain that rage -- when he pops the video feed on to let the City know exactly how he feels.]
You know what?! SCREW THE MAN! I'm tired of the man telling me what to do, getting in my business and not letting me live my life the way I want to! I what -- have to get up to go to a pointless dead-end job and buy all sorts of shiny things the man tells me to like a car and a house and for what?! For more debt so I can hemorrhage more money to the man and --
[Andy stops mid rant, all of the anger ebbing from his face and leaving the poor man confused.]
What the..?
[It's then he realizes what happened and he turns, slowly, to look at the smashed controller. That sound? That is the saddest whimper in the world.]
He's finally accumulated enough money from his job to splurge on video games, so today is going to be a day to relax, to have fun, and to not worry about a damn thing. Still in his pajamas, he loads up Guitar Hero, picks up the guitar joystick and... smashes the hell out of that thing like a rockstar.
He's in full on rant mode -- so angry, there is no icon in which to contain that rage -- when he pops the video feed on to let the City know exactly how he feels.]
You know what?! SCREW THE MAN! I'm tired of the man telling me what to do, getting in my business and not letting me live my life the way I want to! I what -- have to get up to go to a pointless dead-end job and buy all sorts of shiny things the man tells me to like a car and a house and for what?! For more debt so I can hemorrhage more money to the man and --
[Andy stops mid rant, all of the anger ebbing from his face and leaving the poor man confused.]
What the..?
[It's then he realizes what happened and he turns, slowly, to look at the smashed controller. That sound? That is the saddest whimper in the world.]