25 April 2012 @ 06:51 pm
I'm sure everyone could use a bit of cheer after the recent string of curses we've been, ah, blessed with. :3

Our very own Elliot Nightray has a song to share with you. He's very fond of cats, you see.


Bravo, Elliot! ♥

[ooc; so Jack's been screwing around with the technology round these parts, and he has managed to shoop Elliot's face over Debbie the Online Dater's. He looks like this in case you need a reminder. :D :D :D]
17 April 2012 @ 10:50 am
[HELLO AGAIN POLY. Jack has set his device on a nearby table in his apartment. He eyes a window critically and examines the tribble in his hand just as critically.]

Goodness, I spend so little time in here that the dust has decided to attempt a hostile takeover. En garde, fiend!

[Brandishing the tribble in a dramatic fashion, Jack proceeds to- er. Mop up the window with it.

The tribble screeches. Either in protest or for some other reason, WHO KNOWS.]
31 March 2012 @ 05:34 pm
You know, since coming to the City I've heard all manner of fascinating terminology, but there's one I don't quite understand.

Why do women refer to a certain time of the month as their 'rag?'

[ooc; stupid question day!!!!!!!]
20 March 2012 @ 09:12 am
[first, there is laughter. no denying that it's on the manic side.]

I can't accomplish anything here. I thought, maybe- no, no, no. No. Foolish thought. There's no trace of you. Nothing.

[second, there is a dragging sound. the source is a crudely stitched bunny doll dressed in a tiny suit. jack holds it by one arm. he leaves a red trail behind him.]

But I'm not the only foolish one, am I. [if you're close, you'll see him smile.] Hero worship falls under that category, wouldn't you say, Elliot?

[ooc; wandering around near xanadu, very cursed! might have messed up an npc or two. or three.
28 February 2012 @ 09:13 am
If anyone happens to spot a shoe- well, a black boot, more like- wandering around the desert by its lonesome, would you let me know? I happened to lose one of mine and I have good reason to believe a slug took up residence inside of it. [LOOKIN' RATHER SHEEPISH]

Shoes are only shoes, of course, and I'm not so attached to it that its loss will leave me bereft, however...

I feel a little imbalanced, and this sand is a trifle warm.
17 February 2012 @ 12:12 pm
[If you are wondering why the image on the screen is dark and grainy, there's a perfectly good explanation for it! No light inside a sandworm's gaping maw, bros.

There's a bit of shuffling, and OH THERE'S THE LIGHT- Jack just yanked his head back.

It's only natural to get curious about what things look like in there, especially when your wormy friend is being so obliging!!!!!]

Why, if I didn't know any better, I'd mistake you for a cozy cave! A cave with...plenty of teeth? But your teeth are lovely, of course.

[That earns him the equivalent of a nuzzle, which effectively winds him and knocks him flat on his back.

The worm whisperer, folks.]