Decay of the system

Accounts and chronicles.
 

12/3/08 02:04 pm - [info]d_m - dear_multiverse @ 2008-12-03T09:04:00

Sweeney has been thinking about things, and has come up with a question that he likes.

"Anybody want a shave, then?"

(OOC: WARNING--'Yes' ends AVF . . . do not answer yes if you can't survive a throat-slitting.)
 

12/3/08 02:04 pm - [info]d_m - dear_multiverse @ 2008-12-03T13:14:00

“A man of Stoicism once deemed that 'a man's worth is no greater than the worth of his ambitions'. That man was Marcus Aurelius, warrior, emperor, philosopher and death of an era. Annals of history proclaim his name in reverence.”

The cloaked figure stared for a moment into the chalice. It truly was more style than substance in the eyes of others. He would not drink in public though he kept the elegant cup in hand. A habit that began over 20 years ago and one he cared not to break.

“"'When a man dwells on the objects of sense, he creates an attraction for them; attraction develops into desire, and desire breeds anger.' Spoken within the text of the Bhagavad Gita by Sri Krishina on the ideal being. One supposes I should somehow connect more with the Gita and it's teachings, my ancestry of my people derive from the Aryans nearly 40 generations ago."

He tilts his head, his mask somehow becomes a wary smile, "As you know, Doom does not.”

“Regardless, indulge me. What is left when ambition dies? Does one move on or does one strike anew?”

Mum will be back to answer reply this afternoon.

12/3/08 11:25 am - [info]lookingforsigns - An open letter to my school:

The AR administration continues to carry out its legacy of fail. They marked our Biopsych class as having an extra hour before the usual noon lecture, and so everyone shows up at 11 and waits for twenty minutes before Dr. B comes into announce that they'd cocked it up. And I know this is not Dr. B's fault at all, because Dr. B is awesome and makes pyramidal neurones interesting.

Blargh. I could have used that extra hour of sleep.

EDIT: Okay, so it actually was Dr. B's fault. At least he profusely apologized for it, which is more than I get out of the admin types.

12/3/08 05:01 am - [info]s_t_a_r_k posting in [info]dear_mun - turtletown

Here's to hoping you convince more people to apply as girls before the game officially opens. The last home you had for me, sure had some cute ones. I never got to get with any of those beauties though due to its short lifespan.
 

12/3/08 02:08 am - [info]d_m - dear_multiverse @ 2008-12-03T01:28:00

Annuska is sitting on the floor in a puddle of violet skirt, her arms around her knees, and her eyes slightly puffy.

"What do--" Her voice squeaks a little and she starts over.

"How do you get somebody to stop--" Hands flutter a little. "Stop doing things that hurt them?"
 

12/3/08 02:08 am - [info]d_m - dear_multiverse @ 2008-12-02T22:22:00

Oh, erm, hello. A rodentine, skeletal presence has once again surfaced in this corner of the multiverse, in all his cowled, teeny-scythe-swinging glory.

SQUEAK

And because the Death of Rats is eloquent in his brevity, he manages to fit in quite a lot in that one little sound, or possibly idea of a sound that pops directly into your head. For instance, that little SQUEAK could have meant anything, really. Possibly an honest inquiry about the propriety of shape, when one's visible form is mutable. As in: while it's all very well to be a rat skeleton when collecting tiny, rat-type creatures and the like, should a change of form be opted for when reaping your larger, more awkward charges? Like capibaras. Tricky buggers, them. And if so, that would further lead to: a) is adopting the correct shape merely a matter of courtesy? and b) a capibara in a robe would probably be weird, wouldn't you say?

On the other hand, the Grim Squeaker may have just asked for food. Interpret it as you will.

[akndksna sleep nao. Will be back to answer replies later.]

12/2/08 08:59 pm - [info]logospilgrim - quill, ink, love

Master, bless.

My most precious ones,

today I received my first copies of The Quiet Professor, and the booklet is absolutely beautiful. I am so happy to be giving it to loved ones that I can hardly contain myself. I even took a few pictures.

Alas, my camera does not do justice to Ben's creation. Nevertheless...

The cover, which looks blue in the photograph below, is actually a rich shade of violet.





another one )

It is a stunning piece of art. The quality of the print is incredible and the paper is lovely, a creamy parchment color. Every minute, delicate stroke of Ben's pen is clear and highly defined.

I have begun to work on my Christmas cards. I need to get properly sized envelopes for the booklet; I shall go to the store tomorrow.

I am not feeling too bad at the moment, but this is entirely due to the hot lemon remedy I took earlier. Prior to that, I was rather miserable. Ah, winter. At least it does not seem that we shall be buried under fourteen feet of snow this year... And, my sanctuary is one of the warmest rooms in the house.

Tomorrow, I shall also be working on a light burden. I plan to update "Darkest before dawn" this week too, hopefully. After that, I imagine I should probably try to update "O my soul" -it has been ages... It would be nice to finish the story at last.

This afternoon I finally noticed that I had used "weary" instead of "wary" in one of the paragraphs on my livejournal profile. The humanity.

Toast, fruit. I need some nourishment. Then, bedtime. I am a tad medicated.

Your devoted
Logospilgrim, the quiet professor
 

12/2/08 08:27 pm - [info]d_m - dear_multiverse @ 2008-12-03T10:19:00

"So!" Augh. It's an Usagi in the Nexus. Flee! Or, y'know. Answer her question. "What's the best way to shake someone out of her traditional holiday funk and get them to sing a bunch of Christmas songs for no real reason?"

Beat.

"One that doesn't involve punching people in the face."
 

12/2/08 07:57 pm - [info]d_m - dear_multiverse @ 2008-12-02T14:42:00

"What," asks Sweeney, "is the worst thing that's ever happened to you?" He smiles sadly. "And what caused it?"

(Cross-posted)
 

12/2/08 07:57 pm - [info]d_m - The Science of Sexy

"Hey."

The seventeen-year-old with the huge glasses and purple hair is sitting on a low, stone wall, booted feet kicking slightly. Her helmet is off and sitting next to her.

"So... I could kinda use some help in this, and I don't know where else to ask. I've got a boyfriend and he's... he's awesome. Smart and fun and... incredibly hot." She adds with a blush, scooting a little in her seat.

"And that's the problem. Kinda. He hot and he knows how to use it. And I... well... I don't really know how to do that, myself." She adds, running a hand through her mop of purple hair. "Never really thought about it. But now I want to. I wanna get him back sometimes, yanno? Make him squirm for once. So... how do I do that? I'm not asking for a full makeover or anything big like that, just a few pointers. So how does acting sexy actually work?"

12/2/08 09:53 pm - [info]lookingforsigns - An open letter to my suitemates.

L: You're a great person to hang out with and the most discreet college girlfriend-living-next-to-boyfriend I've ever met, but I am not interested in hearing about how the cold is affecting your internal nutrient processing systems. I am not your doctor, nor is your condition serious enough for me to need to dial 999. Also, we need to go out for Chinese again because last time was cool.

S: You are also not a bad person and you make awesome roast chicken, but you have strange habits with food. I realize that you are interested in making sure that people do not put food on "your shelf" despite the dearth of space in the fridge between six people, but I really don't think keeping expired food on it is the best way to do it. What.

Unnamed Continental Student: Stop playing your damn rap garbage so loud that I can hear it on the other side of the suite. And get better taste in music.

*puts hand to face* My head hurts. I think this is the one time I can safely say that Monday cannot get here soon enough.

12/2/08 02:14 pm - [info]raisedbymoogles - Just finished "The Mirador"...

...do you have any idea how frustrating it is to feel so deeply for a main character when you know that if you met him in person you'd hate his sorry rotten guts? Self-absorbed prick that he is, can't go a single day without hurting someone.

I'm pretty sure I have a crush on Sarah Monette. GAH. *clutches head*
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12/2/08 03:57 am - [info]d_m - dear_multiverse @ 2008-12-01T23:54:00

Osnap, Nexus! It's an Allistar, get in the car! He's woefully underdressed at this late hour, bare foot, shirtless, and pants undone. On the bright side, he has a towel fashioned into a cape. For those not in the know, he's a little scarred up, a smattering of old looking bullet wounds across his torso. Tucked under one arm is his laptop and perched at a jaunty angle atop his head...is a tinfoil crown. Oh dear.

"NEXUS." He cracks his knuckles and sits on the back of a couch, looking about as regal as a man in a tinfoil crown, cape, and not much else can. "ALL YOUR BASS ARE BELONG TO ME." He pauses. Dramatically. "...Hand over your Barry White immediately."
 

12/2/08 02:23 am - [info]d_m - dear_multiverse @ 2008-12-01T20:28:00

Sweeney is sitting in a corner, across from the Sign. "What year are you coming from? There seem to be a lot of people from the 21st century, for example. I myself am from 1846."
 

12/2/08 02:23 am - [info]d_m - Nexus Advent Calendar '08!

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas.

Especially with the hail of laser fire that spills in through a large, cog-shaped open door, followed by a booming Ho, ho, ho!! that, in retrospect, is much more menacing than is typically expected from Jolly Old Saint Nick.

Running full-on, two men escape the hail of lasers through the cog door, one sliding across the floor to scrape by as the cog begins to turn and the other leaping over and through. Both tumble to the ground, disheveled and soot-covered, panting messes and a bit too amused with themselves for such a serious situation as being nearly killed. From the door, there is loud pounding and shouts proclaiming them both to have been very, very naughty!

"Suppose it's that whole mess about you destroying our home planet," one remarks, ruffled and blond in a three-piece suit.

"Because that's ten times worse than your 'destroying a third of the universe' bollocks," his friend replies, tangled up in his own thin and unnecessary scarf.

They'll need to call this one a draw, of course. The Doctor and the Master are both very naughty Time Lords, from a particular point of view, though at least one of them has his hearts in the right place for Christmas.

"Well, something's got to be done," the Doctor remarks, winning the fight with his scarf with a triumphant noise.

"I had an awful feeling you were going to say that," the Master counters. Clearly, it's time for a cigarette.

In the meantime, the Doctor rises, dusts himself off, and decides to implore the Nexus: "So ... anyone want to help save Christmas?"



(( It's back and better than ever: the Nexus Advent Calendar! This year there's more plot and less unforeseen OOC circumstances to get in the way of completion! Please respond in character here if you would like to participate, then proceed directly to this post to read up on the basic plot and sign up out of character! Any questions may be posed on the aforementioned post. And before anyone asks, yes this Doctor/Master team-up are alternate future regenerations of </a></b></a>[info]kinda_cheeky and </a></b></a>[info]taptaptaptap. :) That said: thanks and Happy Christmas! ))
 

12/2/08 12:51 am - [info]d_m - dear_multiverse @ 2008-12-01T22:37:00

Luc is here! One-armed and besandaled as usual.

"So, suggestions on having to, in a professional capacity, spend lots of time with someone who dislikes you as part of his way of coping with the world?"

Beat "Especially if he seems to be trying to be a little less socially inept, and you'd like to encourage that, but you don't want to push him into his cranky reactionary mode with too much sudden politeness?"

Luc thinks. "Alternatively, best insult that can be used in front of civilian children?" Sudden afterthought. "And doesn't involve anybody's parentage?"
 

12/2/08 12:21 am - [info]d_m - dear_multiverse @ 2008-12-01T22:51:00

Into the Nexus wanders a blond girl, a Guthrie and those who are familiar with that family know all about them, she looks upset about something and once she opens her mouth she doesn't stop talking. She's obviously very high energy.

"So Ah just found the wedding ring mah older brother gave to his girlfriend because they had to get married in secret because they had ninjas after them and now one of the ninjas who really is this jerk-guy named Julian who lives in the same school we do took it and Ah don't know how to get it back! 'Cause he can move stuff with his mind! ('Cause he's a mutant ninja!) Also Ah think one of mah older sisters is also one of the ninjas 'cause she got real mad when she found out 'bout Josh-Jay and Sooraya bein' married and Ah'm worried she's gonna throw Josh-Jay into traffic.

"So how do yah stop ninjas? Is there a trick to it or somethin'?"

The ninjas may not really exist. But it makes the story so much better.

12/1/08 11:41 pm - [info]ardath_rekha - Life? What life? Let me get back to you.

I haven't posted for a while because school is doing the whole ass-kicking thing to me.

Mini-rant... )

12/1/08 11:01 pm - [info]aristoboule

Conan the Governator never stops being a spectacularly cheesy movie with the melted goo of bad porn on top.

But I feel cheated! James Earl Jones and his hot hypno-voice of I WILL OBEY have not been governor... YET.

SOYLENT BARBARIANS ARE... GOVERNORS!!!

Hahaha, okay, I am off to a horrifically bad week, and wallowing in the crazy. The End.
 

12/1/08 09:46 pm - [info]d_m - dear_multiverse @ 2008-12-01T21:30:00

Arlen comes and goes and hasn't been around for a while but he is here today. He still has gloves on and a heavy briefcase and a teapot on a string that hops around at his feet. He hasn't aged since the last time and he's still inhumanly calm and emotionless.
"There are so many worlds here, mine cannot be the only one that has suffered a near apocalypse, and widespread amnesia. If your world has had anything similar to either or both I would be interested to hear about it."
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