29 March 2012 @ 04:35 am
How inconvenient for me to be limited in text like this. I feel quite downtrodden you know, I work best with much more expensive mediums like voice and facile expression, it's quite hard to put toe in to this sort of thing you know.

It's at least as income time as those visitors we had the other day, but. Only almost.

I say- well,I am saying right now, out loud as you read this, but what I mean to say is that I type. I type of course.

I type-

Does anyone have a good bakery recon dating?

[ooc; typed sloppily on iPad for accuracy... and since he's blind he doesn't actually... spot those spelling mistakes, either.]
13 March 2012 @ 12:28 pm
Ahem, ahem.

[This is Xerxes Break. This is Xerxes Break with a clipboard and three pencils in a single hand.]

I believe I mentioned a census at some point in the distant and dusty past, and I am willing to revoke my scorn and begin anew.

[Mostly to get his mind off certain things, but. Never you mind that.]

So line up.



Day of birth.


Line up.
24 February 2012 @ 11:39 am
[Toto, I don't think we're in the Glass City anymore.

The video is grainy and seems to be skipping, even to those within the sandy version of the beloved City, thanks to the sand damage and... okay some blunt force trauma to the poor network box.

A pale haired man with smears of blood on his chin, (but more on his blade), is slumped against a rock, a scant cover in the midst of the desert.

A dark haired younger man is panting himself to unconsciousness nearly off-screen. Intermittently, an obscenely large black feather blows past in the dry wind.

Another man, short cropped hair and glasses, is occupied ripping off a veil and other feminine accessories.

My, what have these gents been up to?

The man whose device this seems to be finally moves, one hand now clapped over his mouth and shoulders shaking in mid-coughing fit, pokes the device with his blade until it tips up to offer a view of the sun's position and their rocky outcropping.

A location.

Which is the closest Xerxes Break is ever going to get to asking for help from strangers.]

[ooc; see here for details! Anyone is free to hop in. Replies WILL come to the post even if there's no verbal audio in the post itself!]
09 February 2012 @ 08:45 am
That's what happens when you invite sand to a party, I imagine. It never did make a good house guest, you can't expect it to behave just because the party is outdoors.

Tsk, tsk.

[What, even a blind man can't miss a blaze that size.]

I suppose that brings us to the more important question of who invited Master Sand to the party in the first place.

He's been lurking an awful long time now, at this point, and I'm getting a feeling he won't be vanishing as our curses do.

It's been quite overdue, curse-wise, we all agree that much without saying. Let's not consider it a curse.

[He holds up a plate covered in sand.]

And let's hop to it, hmm? Things have just gotten serious.
27 January 2012 @ 11:17 am
Judging from some of the reactions I've seen about, it seems like this isn't the first time this sort of peculiar immigration has occurred... my, my, how peculiar, indeed.

I'll be liking a comment on the frequency of the aforementioned and current event. Nearly as much as I imagine clerkly types are in want of a census.

A census, imagine.

[This man doesn't appear to be imagining too hard, he's busy waving about a half-eaten cookie, a gaudy pair of opera glasses, and talking to a puppet on his shoulder. What?]

It looks like a recipe for disaster to me! A powderkeg!

I do agree, Emily. Quite right. Just imagine trying to go door to door when I doubt many of these newcomers will even own a door!

[Nevermind the "puppet" was talking about the event itself. No matter!]

Why, it's pure nonsense. Wouldn't you say?

[ooc; fourth wall awaaaaayyyy!]