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[Nov. 10th, 2009|04:26 am] |
Soooooooo I need a spaceship. Being stuck here under atmo is starting to chafe. I mean, your planet is fun and all but I NEED to go Explore! Places! The black is caaallllll-ing~
And building one from scratch will take too long.
It's got to be at least able to fit me, a small crew, and a full bar. Maybe a teeny lab. And weapons! I need those. It's got to be small enough to be able to land on the planet without, y'know, crushing big things on said planet. Style's no issue, I can mod anything I get my hands on. Money is also no issue, if I can't get ahold of whatever passes for gelt here I guarantee I can make a worthwhile trade.
Who knows where the hookup is? |
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[Nov. 9th, 2009|10:44 pm] |
Normally I would not object so strongly to being taken to a new world, however I was rather... in the middle of something prior to my most untimely departure.
Does anyone mind explaining what's gone on to a rather confused elf? |
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[Nov. 6th, 2009|10:57 am] |
See, this is EXACTLY why I don't do holidays. |
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[Nov. 4th, 2009|11:08 pm] |
It's like this place has been owing me a favor lately, yes? That was worth waiting for.
Has everyone gone mad again, or is it the drink? |
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[Nov. 4th, 2009|10:55 pm] |
Was there some sort of succubus convention called in New York or something? 'The Hell did all these... they come from?
( Bob )
While I've got this thing working which, at the risk of jinxing it, I'm surprised it is, does anyone bother filing missing persons here? Is that- I mean, they can still... they have to be somewhere. Right? |
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[Nov. 4th, 2009|10:49 pm] |
Lo-Chr-Hell, would you lot fuck right off with the murders? Paperwork is becoming a real bitch of a thing. Next one of you lot gets sent to me, that's your Hell- middle management, for the rest of eternity.
To make up for my less-than-hospitable colleagues, any fly-by-night demons needing someone to swear an oath to, until the universe gets its head out of its arse, may find me at [address]. Who knows, you may even be released, when this is over. Just don't fuck around until then. |
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[Nov. 3rd, 2009|08:07 pm] |
Quite a demon infestation we have all of a sudden! By Ned this place is surreal. And here I was afraid I was going to be bored to infinity and beyond. The dual reality of this whole karking sideshow is just lovely.
Almost makes me feel bad with how many I've had to cull.
...Nah, nevermind that last bit. I'm having way too much fun to feel bad about anything. |
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[Nov. 3rd, 2009|10:25 am] |
I don't know whether to be pleased or fucking pissed. There's millions more followers and imps now.
Hey! If you're a new demon, don't fuck with my food. I'll fucking turn you into slippers. |
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[Oct. 24th, 2009|03:07 am] |
ATTENTION CITIZENS OF ... WHEREVER.
THE WORLD HAS GONE MAD.
I want to know, right this instant, what nefarious plot it is to kidnap me, put me in a place called New Orleans with horrible, crime-ridden streets, and no one knowing my name? I'm Captain Hammer, people!
Doctor Horrible! You must be behind this! Give yourself up, you dog! |
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[Oct. 14th, 2009|10:16 pm] |
This place smells like life.
Disgusting. |
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[Oct. 13th, 2009|04:45 pm] |
This is the time of year I hate the most, well, most of the solstices and equinoxes aren't much fun, but when the year's dying is the worst, ain't so bad over the summer, when things are getting longer, or spring when it's all springing up, it's just this one when the veil wears thin that things get iffy.
Ah well, I'll just keep on keeping on same as I always do. |
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[Oct. 12th, 2009|03:09 pm] |
Upon this fair autumnal day, the 12th of October in the year of our Lord only knows what's going on here, I, Riordan Byrne, have become the first man in the world to travel from Dublin to London by waterspout. To commemorate this most unique and important occasion, directly and beginning at the soonest possible opportunity, I shall be imbibing that blessed amber liquid until the world makes sense again, or I have died of it.
Such a journey must have taken months -- indeed, years -- to orchestrate with such flawless success. Allow me to submit my appreciation. Please don't think me ungrateful, but I wonder if the great men, women, or other beings responsible might consider lending me cab fare to get home again? |
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[Oct. 8th, 2009|10:52 pm] |
Right, so I've heard both that I got nothing to worry about around here AND that Halloween is worse here than back home.
I'm stocking up in either case. |
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[Oct. 7th, 2009|10:16 pm] |
[ooc: Enter Harry Dresden, from SciFi's short lived show The Dresden Files. I would have made an OOC post, but I'm lazy. So, tada! -Colleen]
You know, I'm pretty sure this isn't mine. And I'm also pretty sure that I got into an elevator at the Chicago PD.
Someone want to explain to me how I ended up in... Oh, hell, no.
Whoever you are, you are going to pay for this. |
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[Oct. 6th, 2009|04:34 pm] |
Well gee whiz will you look at that. I'm trapped in a parallel universe. Oooh, how original.
Hel-LO, whoever's listening in and I know you are. Here's the deal. This charade ends and somebody tells me what's going on right this very second. Or? I start shooting this Dracon beam into the crowd indiscriminately until I find the holograms, PUP agents, space ships, aliens, morphers, ascended beings, brain slugs, huragok, bounty hunters, ghosts, wizards, cyborgs, ninjas, Rastafarians, or whatever else could possibly be hiding in this piss-poor stage show that you're trying to pass off as pre-War Earth of all places.
At least my frackin' drink made it through. |
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