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what I want to know is, when I'm asleep, - December 14th, 2013
do I really remember how to fly?
14 December 2013 @ 05:05 pm
14 December 2013 @ 05:59 pm
As I understand
My current problems speaking
Are due to a curse
This is annoying
I despise bad poetry
Especially mine
I have to wonder
With a good amount of fear
How long this will last
[Yep, Ren's got the haiku curse for the weekend]
My current problems speaking
Are due to a curse
This is annoying
I despise bad poetry
Especially mine
I have to wonder
With a good amount of fear
How long this will last
[Yep, Ren's got the haiku curse for the weekend]
14 December 2013 @ 08:58 pm
Just can't get rid of me, can you? Today I felt - quite out of the blue - completely overwhelmed with the desire to introduce you, my fair friends, to the Q Continuum, a place that I have called home since before the idea of such a thing was even conceived. Now suffice is to say that a duller place has never existed, but there is none the less a warm coal burning among the chilly cockles of my saltwater heart for those familiar shores.
I already distributed my pamphlets over what I could of the city, but just in case you didn't arrive upon one, I thought I should share the bounty of my activities with those less fortunate. Suffice is to say that creativity among the Q has been extinct for some time, and it would be a shame to waste the fruits of my labor.
Linked over here like woah.
Your thanks and wholehearted appreciation is unnecessary. I can only hope to have enlightened you poor creatures to the existence of something far greater than yourselves.
I already distributed my pamphlets over what I could of the city, but just in case you didn't arrive upon one, I thought I should share the bounty of my activities with those less fortunate. Suffice is to say that creativity among the Q has been extinct for some time, and it would be a shame to waste the fruits of my labor.
Linked over here like woah.
Your thanks and wholehearted appreciation is unnecessary. I can only hope to have enlightened you poor creatures to the existence of something far greater than yourselves.
14 December 2013 @ 09:00 pm
[The video clicks on, but it's immediately obvious that it's not a video from the City. No, Jimmy might wish it were, but it's certainly not. It's a video from Jimmy's life, his life back home, and the contents of it, well, maybe he'd be better off not knowing what the public's now seen...]
[The memory cuts off suddenly, as though it's too fraught to go on any longer.]
[OOC: Yes, Jimmy's been hit by the Memory Theatre curse, and so here, in all of its glory, is one of the few things Jimmy didn't want shown on the network. General warning for gratuitous swearing, references to violence and war, etc.]
[The memory cuts off suddenly, as though it's too fraught to go on any longer.]
[OOC: Yes, Jimmy's been hit by the Memory Theatre curse, and so here, in all of its glory, is one of the few things Jimmy didn't want shown on the network. General warning for gratuitous swearing, references to violence and war, etc.]
14 December 2013 @ 10:21 pm
AUDIO;
[A little static. Who knows why it starts quiet. Roman means to make a voice post. Except it comes on out as an a capella cover of a Leonard Cohen song. His voice isn't trained but he can carry a tune a bit more than the master himself. A bit.]
I came upon a butcher,
he was slaughtering a lamb,
I accused him there
with his tortured lamb.
He said, "Listen to me, child,
I am what I am
and you, you are my only son."
Well, I found a silver needle,
I put it into my arm.
It did some good,
did some harm.
But the nights were cold
and it almost kept me warm,
how come the night is long?
I saw some flowers growing up
where that lamb fell down;
was I supposed to praise my Lord,
make some kind of joyful sound?
He said, "Listen, listen to me now,
I go round and round
and you, you are my only child."
Do not leave me now,
do not leave me now,
I'm broken down
from a recent fall.
Blood upon my body
and ice upon my soul,
lead on, my son, it is your world.
[A little static. Who knows why it starts quiet. Roman means to make a voice post. Except it comes on out as an a capella cover of a Leonard Cohen song. His voice isn't trained but he can carry a tune a bit more than the master himself. A bit.]
I came upon a butcher,
he was slaughtering a lamb,
I accused him there
with his tortured lamb.
He said, "Listen to me, child,
I am what I am
and you, you are my only son."
Well, I found a silver needle,
I put it into my arm.
It did some good,
did some harm.
But the nights were cold
and it almost kept me warm,
how come the night is long?
I saw some flowers growing up
where that lamb fell down;
was I supposed to praise my Lord,
make some kind of joyful sound?
He said, "Listen, listen to me now,
I go round and round
and you, you are my only child."
Do not leave me now,
do not leave me now,
I'm broken down
from a recent fall.
Blood upon my body
and ice upon my soul,
lead on, my son, it is your world.
14 December 2013 @ 11:25 pm
[The Doctor finds Jackie is still with him as he stands in the hallway.]
Can't get rid of me that easily, you wanker.
[He's pacing the hallway with Jackie glaring at him. Ten pointedly ignores her.]
You're such a coward.
I really have to get out of this place.
Typical coward. I knew you were nothing but a waste.
[This is when the Doctor starts to lose it and starts to yell pointedly at Jackie.]
Get over yourself! You're not real! You're another sick concoction of this City's twisted imagination.
[ooc: The Doctor is cursed seeing the worst abomination in all of creation, Jackie Tyler. Italics is Jackie.]
Can't get rid of me that easily, you wanker.
[He's pacing the hallway with Jackie glaring at him. Ten pointedly ignores her.]
You're such a coward.
I really have to get out of this place.
Typical coward. I knew you were nothing but a waste.
[This is when the Doctor starts to lose it and starts to yell pointedly at Jackie.]
Get over yourself! You're not real! You're another sick concoction of this City's twisted imagination.
[ooc: The Doctor is cursed seeing the worst abomination in all of creation, Jackie Tyler. Italics is Jackie.]