17 April 2012 @ 07:37 pm

[What's that high pitched shrieking? Is the audio on your device broken? Why is the screen all fuzzy and multicolored?

Thanks to today's curse, Nick's room is drowning in tribbles. And judging by their ear-splitting screams, they've decided he's even worse than a Klignon.

Blood splatters across the screen as Nick cuts himself a path with a kitchen knife.

.....they may have a point.]
31 March 2012 @ 02:23 pm

Let's get one thing clear. Mae Crawford is mine.

This device - [the screen shakes as he picks it up to emphasize his point] is mine.

[He sets the device down and holds up a pink bunny loofah.]

This loofah is mine.

[The menace in his voice is uncalled for.] Don't touch my stuff.
21 March 2012 @ 07:15 pm
[action // video]

[SPLASH! The viewscreen gets splattered with water as one Nick Ryves tumbles unceremoniously into the fountain.

He quickly gets out with all the grace and offended dignity of a cat. A normal person might have made some kind of exclamation, a cry of shock, or start calling for someone they know.

Nick doesn't have to do any of these things. One quick glance around is enough to tell him Alan isn't here, and this isn't England.

If you happen to be passing by the fountain, you might want to leave. Fast. Close to a cold, west, confused Nick Ryves is not the safest place to stand.]