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mayfield_rpg2012-02-12 01:53 pm
wheremakingthishapen) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-02-12 01:53 pm
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freestyle rap-off: first verse
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[Dave wakes from what feels like a particularly refreshing nap, the first one he's had in days... which surprises him, because they're usually filled with horrible monsters his sister would describe as eldrish? eelrelish? Some obscure five-dollar word she's always using in her conversations with him. Whatever the case, it's the first indication that he's not where he's supposed to be, which was on a meteor rocketting through the Furthest Ring at nearly the speed of light. The second is the fact that he's actually on a bed, and a comfy one at that, not a pile of disturbingly decapitated plush dragons. Instinctivelly, he reaches out for his shades... but they're nowhere to be found. That's the last straw, he thinks to himself; paradox space has fucked with me for the last time. He hops out of bed and throws open the curtains, flooding the unfamiliar room with light. Pictures of individuals he's never met line the walls, their poses indicating that they've known each other for quite some time.
Maybe one of his friends is around somewhere, one of the smarter ones that seem to be blessed with knowledge a cool kid like him is insultingly denied almost all the time. He makes his way down the hallway - how does he know his way around the house already? - and finds the phone. Somehow he knows what to do; he guesses it could be some more time shenanigans (isn't it always), but in the back of his mind he's pretty sure it's something worse.]
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Uh, hey. Rose, you out there? John? Jade? Karkat? Terezi? Hell, I'll even take the murder troll and the glowy one whose name I can't remember right now, no offense. Um, what the hell happened? Is this the new session already? It doesn't feel like it. Plus I can't find my circus pjs; don't get me wrong, they were goofy as shit, but I'm starting to miss them. It's like they were my captor and I've got Stockholm Syndrome for them: "Oh man I should make fun of you because you look like shitty cosplay but for some reason I want you all over my body like two people getting their grinds on". Except not that graphic 'cuz doing it with clothes is probably illegal here.
Anyway get back to me. Later.
[Dave wakes from what feels like a particularly refreshing nap, the first one he's had in days... which surprises him, because they're usually filled with horrible monsters his sister would describe as eldrish? eelrelish? Some obscure five-dollar word she's always using in her conversations with him. Whatever the case, it's the first indication that he's not where he's supposed to be, which was on a meteor rocketting through the Furthest Ring at nearly the speed of light. The second is the fact that he's actually on a bed, and a comfy one at that, not a pile of disturbingly decapitated plush dragons. Instinctivelly, he reaches out for his shades... but they're nowhere to be found. That's the last straw, he thinks to himself; paradox space has fucked with me for the last time. He hops out of bed and throws open the curtains, flooding the unfamiliar room with light. Pictures of individuals he's never met line the walls, their poses indicating that they've known each other for quite some time.
Maybe one of his friends is around somewhere, one of the smarter ones that seem to be blessed with knowledge a cool kid like him is insultingly denied almost all the time. He makes his way down the hallway - how does he know his way around the house already? - and finds the phone. Somehow he knows what to do; he guesses it could be some more time shenanigans (isn't it always), but in the back of his mind he's pretty sure it's something worse.]
|phone|
Uh, hey. Rose, you out there? John? Jade? Karkat? Terezi? Hell, I'll even take the murder troll and the glowy one whose name I can't remember right now, no offense. Um, what the hell happened? Is this the new session already? It doesn't feel like it. Plus I can't find my circus pjs; don't get me wrong, they were goofy as shit, but I'm starting to miss them. It's like they were my captor and I've got Stockholm Syndrome for them: "Oh man I should make fun of you because you look like shitty cosplay but for some reason I want you all over my body like two people getting their grinds on". Except not that graphic 'cuz doing it with clothes is probably illegal here.
Anyway get back to me. Later.
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And yeah, that's what this place does. It's pretty much made of 1-Up mushrooms; you can't even off yourself without waking up the next morning.
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Yeah, things get fixed every night. The apocalypse thing was a one-time deal though, you totally missed out. So many rare achievements you'll never get. Like, "This is my Boomstick: Kill 50 zombies" or "May Not Result in Superpowers: Die of radiation poisoning".
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I think I can live without achievements, especially if they involve having to re-kill brain-eating, mindless forms of our buddies and dying of Cosmic Rays; thanks a bunch Mr. Fantastic but I think I'll skip out on your insane trip to the moon or whatever, even if I had the chance to turn into a brainless flaming asshole.
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Yeah, superpowers are overrated. Unless they're sprite powers. You know these lasers are sweet.
[PEW PEW PEW yeah sure am shooting off bright-orange lasers with little broken-disk-sparkles off into the blue sky for no good reason at all. Sure is sweet having the sprite laser back.]
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So what house are you in? I've been flying around the living room and shit and it looks like you're not with me again.
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[Dave steps out of the house briefly to take note of the address printed on the mailbox. The red flappy dealie is down today; what is even up with that thing anyways, he'd wonder, if he actually gave a shit.]
1448 Miller, looks like. No fucking idea what that means, though.
you mean 1448 Mitchell?
Mitchell? I got a general idea where that is. I'm in 306 Miller if it matters, which it doesn't, because when you got droned last time they totally took all your sweet loot. No New Game+ option here, bro.
Re: you mean 1448 Mitchell?
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