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Bak ([info]punching_bag) wrote in [info]marinanova,
@ 2013-04-01 11:48:00

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Entry tags::mingle, aidan reilly, aradia megido, artemis crock, asami sato, bak chang, calliope-caliborn, dawn summers, derek morgan, dick grayson (all-star), elena gilbert, euphemia li britannia, hei, helix wamtani, jean-luc picard, kitty pryde (aoa), kitty pryde (evolution), klara guildsen, lacus clyne, penelope garcia, piter de vries, rebecca crane, richie foley, roxy lalonde, sam winchester, sougo okita, spencer reid, spike, tear grants, terry mcginnis, xander harris, yuuki kuran, yuuri shibuya, yvaine, zero kiryuu

Mingle: Event Kick-Off
[ It was mid-morning. The sky was clear and it was a (not so) very blustery day. It was cool but it was always cool. It was neither too warm nor too hot.

Lukewarm.

And that was just how Bak preferred it. Especially since he had in hand his very important, extra special concoction of wonderful forgetfulness on hand! Bak could stand teasing, but even this was getting ridiculous.

Hefting the bag a little higher so it fit snug into the crook between elbow and shoulder, he stepped off into wild world of Marinanova and promptly had to grab onto his hat.

Opps. He always forgot about that step down.

Taking another step, he nearly tripped again, this time on a rock. Frowning, Bak starred at the offending piece of debris and then he kicked it.

And yelped.

And then held his foot, dropping his bag in a near blinding rush of ”Eeeek!” as he dived for the paper bag, watching as with a POOF half of the contents disappeared into the wind, leaving him sneezing and dazed on the ground wondering what the heck had just happened. Clearly, his own formula had been getting the best of him. It happens when one sneaky scientist messes with the formula and Bak spent the better part of the morning putting the final touches of the mixture together.

Heightened emotions indeed.

Bak will rue this day assuming he survived it. ]


((ooc: Consider this post an open mingle and the start of the Marina Feelings Roulette Event! Creating your own posts is, as always, highly encouraged. And, unless you got an extra hefty dose of it right off the bat (re: by being in proximity to Bak when it happened) feelings should gradually start to go haywire later in the day with strongest feelings in the afternoon and tapering off again as evening descends. For more info on the details, please go here. Have fun!))



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later in the lab?
[info]komurin
2013-04-05 10:31 pm UTC (link)
[Komui's work is half-done on his desk, forgotten. He's back on the sofa, but no lounging this time; his head is in his hands and he's rocking slightly back and forth. His beret, usually so pristine on his head, is overturned on the floor beside him where it fell.]

[It's not just that something is wrong. Something is always wrong. But right now he can't seem to forget all the things that are wrong, they won't sit quietly and wait for him to release them like usual, and like a relentless virus they won't stop attacking.]

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[info]punching_bag
2013-04-07 03:25 am UTC (link)
[ Bak trudged wearily into the lab, dumping what remains of his failed experiment in the trash and flinging his beret on a nearby table. Failure, everything was a complete failure and the most damnable thing of the whole thing was he didn't know why. But even in the midst of his dumps, he can still sense something wasn't quite right in the room and after only five minutes of searching, he discovered him, there, on the couch and sniveling like a lost five year old Bak in the old tunnels of the Order.

Oh... that was never one of his finger moments and he has never forgotten it since! ]


Komui? [ he shuffled a little closer, glancing around the room once before gingerly sitting down next to the man, tentatively reaching out a hand to touch a shoulder. His dad had done that to him once. Perhaps Komui will feel just as, well... comforted. ]

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