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[Nov. 2nd, 2008|03:06 am] |
Who: Nero, Will What: Important, life changing news. Yeah. Where: Nero's office. When: Around 8 PM on Sunday Rating: TBBAA
( You're gonna carry that weight. ) |
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| Never had the time to tell you. |
[Nov. 1st, 2008|10:16 pm] |
WHO: Trance WHAT: You know, everybody loves fragmented versions of what Trance did on her summer vacation year off from plots. WHERE: Various places! It is kind of, um, vague. Sorry. WHEN: Throughout the spring and summer of 2076. RATING: Angsty PG-13 sounds about right!
( Couldn't you just tell me you'd miss me? ) |
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[Oct. 26th, 2008|09:27 pm] |
Who: Radio [& Emo, if he feels like jumping in~] plus some random NPC nurses. (In PVC!) When: UHMM BACKDATED to a few days after this Where: The hospital. Rating PG-13
( Chiquitita tell me what's wrooooong ) |
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[Oct. 22nd, 2008|06:56 pm] |
WHO: Falsetto and Radio! WHAT: Voicemails. WHEN: NOW. RIGHT NOW. RATING: PG-13/R for Falsetto being distraught and stuff. :( STATUS: Complete.
( Don't be one of those dicks, Radio. ) |
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| He's looking kinda bummed. Yeah, you broke up? That's too bad. |
[Sep. 30th, 2008|02:32 pm] |
WHO: Trance and Jive WHAT: Oh, Trance! Why so easily forgetful about previous appointments with your friends? Specifically, your friends named Jive?! Is it because you're a BIG, FAT JERK? Well, no, but you'll be making up for it soon anyway, won't you? And when they DO sit down to talk, it is about COOL, IMPORTANT THINGS. Because they're Trance and Jive, bitch. WHERE: Big living area of Chaos Radio Station. WHEN: Backdated to the lateish evening of last Wednesday, 24 September, 2075. RATING: We'll be keeping this PG-13, probably! Oh hell, just put R for my fucking mouth. :\
( Who's that guy just hanging at your pad? ) |
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[Sep. 24th, 2008|07:37 pm] |
WHO: Charlie Klein and the Allen family. WHEN: The evening of September 24th, 2075. WHAT: A family dinner! With a little discussion, oh my. WHERE: La Casa de Allen, a very swank place. RATING: PG-13 at the most.
( Christ, he was taking the bait. ) |
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| Speaking words more a formality, 'cause we can feel we are of one mind. |
[Sep. 21st, 2008|01:52 am] |
WHO: Punk and Trance WHAT: Baking! No, really – there’s no sudden dramatic confessions or wallowing puddles of angst here! It’s just Trance baking. Okay, so it’s stress baking, and her output might be indicative of a larger problem at hand, but otherwise – Christ, it’s just baking! Really! WHERE: The kitchen of the Shack! Fancy, I know. WHEN: Mid-morning, 21 September 2075 RATING: Although it doesn't take much to get Trance frustrated enough to drop a f-bomb or three, it's otherwise probably PG-13-ish. After all, making pies is terribly racy nowadays.
( Slow beats seething through the screens in the open windows, eggs frying, legs shaking after we stayed lying so long in bed. ) |
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[Sep. 17th, 2008|02:30 pm] |
Who: Moonwalk When: Early Wednesday morning Where: Her apartment What: Sadness ensues~ Rated: :(
( And so it goes~ ) |
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| Your parents may not wait, sir, keep on believing. |
[Sep. 11th, 2008|03:58 am] |
Who:Stella Abramowitz and Max Clancy. What: Someone feels like she owes someone an explanation. When: The day after this fight. Where: Cake's latest painting gig, a few blocks from the Abramowitz residence, hoho. Rating: PG-13 or R for bad memories. :/ Status: In progress.
( Our parents rue the day they find us kneeling. ) |
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[Sep. 10th, 2008|09:11 pm] |
WHO: Ricky Cruz-Clancy and Stella Abramowitz. WHAT: A phonelog. WHEN: September 10, 2075. RATING: PG? PG-13? For Ricky's little potty mouth. :> STATUS: In progress.
( Stellaaaaaaa. ) |
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| Hey Lupus, is she cute? Yeah, for a Pygmie. |
[Sep. 7th, 2008|08:39 pm] |
WHO: What? Trance and Emo, on a telephone? What lies! WHEN: Sunday, 7 September 2075, early evening before the Great Blitzkrieg Departure. WHERE: Rockaway Music Festival, so that means IN A FIELD or something. WHAT: Emo? Emo, Trance needs to know where you at. They're about to leave! UMM, EMO? Emo, are you high? Oh good mother of Christ. RATING: Drugs, language, Allison? R, bitches and hos, it's R. STATUS: What do you think? WHAT DO YOU THINK, LITTLE BOY? (Er, finished.)
( I could tap that barrel, in fact I know I can. It's a ménagé-a-trois: you and me and Heineken. Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk, and I'm pretty fucking drunk. ) |
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