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Oct. 19th, 2020


[info]wedobones
[info]valloic

[info]wedobones
[info]valloic

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[info]wedobones
[info]valloic
Cheers Vallo, it's your problematic fav: Gideon Nav with a heartfelt request.

I like you, Vallo. I like your zest, your "what even is this shit?? I can't even deal, but whatever" attitude. I like your selection of all black outfits and I like your other colors, I suppose, maybe. I like your live-and-let-live philosophy. I even liked getting chomped by a dinosaur on some level because the adrenaline rush was sweet and now I can say I got chomped by a dinosaur and not even be lying. I like your fight clubs, and I like your theatrical extravaganzas. But most of all I like your food - I mean, I like my friends, obviously, my new friends come first, but I'm talking now about the FOOD. I like it maybe a little too much because I've been eating enough pastries the last three weeks to make an internal parasite blossom and I really need to do something about that.

So, I request - a workout buddy! That's right. While I never needed a workout buddy back home at the Ninth, mostly on account of my being locked inside my cell 12 hours a day and being watched by megalomaniacal nuns the other 12 hours, I think I would appreciate a workout buddy now. Doing sit ups and pull ups every morning just isn't going to cut it with the amount of carbs I've been shoveling into my gaping maw, and rather than slow the carb train, I need to up my physical activity. Plus, let's be real, this is as much of a favor to you as it is to me, because I'm awesome and I have heard on good authority that they made that "Welcome to the Gun Show" muscle-tee about me. It's practically biographical. I am also supportive when I need to be and tough love when I need to be. I may even call you a 'tit' if you act like one. The sky is the limit.

I will accept a male gym buddy, but to be perfectly honest, if I'm going to have to put up with spotting you and watching you sweat I'd really rather prefer this be an aesthetic experience, so girl power is more my angle in this one. I promise I will not be creepy. If multiple work out buddies are amenable to a group thing, let's do a group thing. To apply, please make a comment here and I will either completely ignore you or swoon. It's Russian roulette of emotions. Let's go, Vallo!

[info]agentplant
[info]valloic

[info]agentplant
[info]valloic

[No Subject]


[info]agentplant
[info]valloic
Vallo, you crazy bitch, thanks for giving me my facial hair back. Wake up one morning clean as can be, wake up the next with it all back. This place is so fucking weird.

[info]trashmouthed
[info]valloic

[info]trashmouthed
[info]valloic

[No Subject]


[info]trashmouthed
[info]valloic
Wow, this is completely fucked up (cool video though, appreciated the explosions) and I really did not pay much attention in Physics class in high school so alternate universes must have been covered on the day I skipped out to go to Waffle House and witnessed both a stabbing and a declaration of divorce. Though I did read a lot of comic books as a kid.

But, uh, hi. I'm Richie. I have a couple of questions.

1. How long does it take before the shock wears off and the panic sets in?
2. Does everyone come here from extremely bonkershits situations or is that just me?
3. What the fuck?

Thanks for your time.

Oct. 15th, 2020


[info]senates
[info]valloic

[info]senates
[info]valloic

[No Subject]


[info]senates
[info]valloic
Good day.

My name is Padmé Amidala. Per the DOA's instruction, I'm extending this message in an effort to find those, if any, that I might be familiar with.

Oct. 13th, 2020


[info]dontdie
[info]valloic

[info]dontdie
[info]valloic

[No Subject]


[info]dontdie
[info]valloic
If you've a need to punch out your fears, Fight Club is rapidly approaching this weekend, the 17th. If you're interested in participating, stop by this week to sign the waiver.

We also have an expansion on The Underground to officially unveil - a training room for enhanced visitors. Everything has been built, magically enchanted and tested to withstand nearly* any strength level and power thrown at it, so those of you with a tendency to bring down walls and burst punching bags are welcome to safely spar and train here. The first visit is free, and then standard membership fees apply.

*Kratos tested, but we'd prefer if you didn't bring down the whole block around it trying to best that. Neighbors might complain.

[DIEGO, SEREFIN, JACOB]
Would anyone like to explain what that was about?

[SARA LANCE]
I can make myself available for punching and/or alcohol, if you could use the company.

Oct. 11th, 2020


[info]meleski
[info]valloic

[info]meleski
[info]valloic

[No Subject]


[info]meleski
[info]valloic
For sale: one horribly expensive-looking, gemstone-laden, ancestral piece of metal to wear around your finger. Heavy and absolutely garish, full of sharp bits and old blood. You won't have to face your greatest fears to wear it but you will have the honor of calling yourself the High King of Tranavia. It amounts to nothing here, but some people like their titles.

I accept money, alcohol, or a mix of both in exchange.

Oct. 7th, 2020


[info]celebutante
[info]valloic

[info]celebutante
[info]valloic

[No Subject]


[info]celebutante
[info]valloic
This has probably been debated thoroughly knowing how things work here, but -

Your best tips for getting bloodstains out of clothing, GO.

Aug. 21st, 2020


[info]wedobones
[info]valloic

[info]wedobones
[info]valloic

[No Subject]


[info]wedobones
[info]valloic
This wasn't what I was expecting when I opened my eyes, and - lucky you - I'm sure you weren't expecting a flaming ball of hotness such as myself to darken your doorway. Spirits and sages, sharpen your blades and unleash your loosest women, because Gideon of House No. 9 is all up in you. All up in you.

I'm so glad that whole Sacred Vow of Silence thing is over.

Anyhow. Your DOA types were nice, answered my questions, which consisted of mainly "what the fuck" and also "why the fuck", with a side order of "but how the fuck" and "how's my face paint" (supremely shattered, by the way, apparently interdimensional travel doesn't play nice with the vestal skull decoration depicting Honour & Resignation), but no matter. I'm Gideon Nav, I'm free as balls, and I'm here to shirk my Holy duties and be an astounding example of a cautionary tale, since it appears like going back's off the menu. Shame. NOT.

What am I to do for coin and keep? I'm sure I was told this, but I stopped listening about five minutes in. That's on me, not you. Also, your sun is nearly as bright as my future, this place has a shocking lack of dour nuns swinging thuribles made of bone, and the absence of saturnine chanting is really giving me the creeps.