I'm gay.

...and I think I'm okay with that now.

...

I suppose this was bound to happen eventually.

Oh man, okay, so, I was looking through some old stuff today, and I found the BEST PICTURE! I tooootally forgot I used to do this to John all the time!

( cut for image )

Don't I have, like, the most adorable little brother ever?

I request a world hop to transport a "car" from my world to a place called Spargus City, and also to retrieve one of my devils there and return him.

Tis annoying these viruses....

[ Souji is standing in front of a mirror, checking himself over with a rather critical eye. ]

It's a little loose, but it'll have to do.

[ This is muttered to himself. Of course, the female uniform he had left over from the cross-dressing pageant several years ago had been sized up to fit his male frame. As an actual girl, he was smaller and much less broad-shouldered. ]

( full calendar under cut )

Boys, I would like to request for you to look over next month's schedule. I would like to avoid any undue last-minute scheduling changes, thereby allowing us to be as prepared as we possibly can be. Should you feel that anything on the calendar conflicts with your current plans, please notify me immediately, and I'll make the necessary changes.

Seeing as this is both the month of my birth as well as Christmas, Hanukkah, and New Year's Eve, I would like to spend as much time as possible with the two of you. I'm sure you will both appreciate my efforts in bringing the three of us ever closer together.

[The following video is of a girl in Spider-Man pajamas, hiding in her family's bathroom. She looks slightly panicked as she stares into the camera on her laptop sitting in front of her.]

So the whole waking-up-the-opposite-gender-thing... how long does it last exactly? Because I've got a football game today that I really don't wanna miss, especially since I got star quarterback--

[She's interrupted by his younger brother thumping on the door, telling him to hurry up.] I'm busy here, Stevie, can't you find somewhere to pee outside?

"Sammy, why do you sound like a girl?"

[Sam groans to himself.] Crap. If my parents find me they're gonna think I snuck in a girl last night and ground me forever... I'm so screwed.

[ What's this? Yuri's in a kitchen in what looks like a really well-to-do house and smiling while she starts putting a bunch of riceballs on plates. ]

Guys! Lunch is ready!

[ A bunch of younger kids, ranging in age from 9 to 12, come running into the kitchen. The one girl has hair like Yuri's but half in pigtails and the other girl and boy have got brown hair, both short. Yuri helps the smallest one into his chair before realizing the community is recording her and sticks her tongue out at it, before... ]

"Yuri, Yuri! I left your ig-igwaaana in the couch! She wasn't playing hide and seek vewy good so I helped!"

[ Flat stare from Yuri. Okay, time to go find Wanda. Yuri wanders off, then sits down on the couch after pulling Wanda out and opens her laptop to address the community. ]

Long time no see!

{{ooc: Takes place after this thread, in which Yuri and Wanda go to save her lil siblings when she was 11. ;; She's like 17 now, so normal-age Yuri. }}

It sounds like some kind of multi-virus this time, Zach. It's been a while since it started... maybe it will really skip us over, then. I'm not complaining, though. I guess we've had enough to deal with anyway.

Ok then. Let's go back over our progress.

( Cut for tl;dr )


[The sound of York's voice fades out. Some time passes, and eventually, his voice fades back into hearing range; something about fantastic food, he says.]

... Oh, and on Emily's back... It was strange to me. Hey, don't take that the wrong way, Zach. I wasn't getting all excited or anything.

But it did make me feel... strange. Nostalgic and sad, almost.


It's starting to rain...

I think this case may take a while.

[Merlin looks kind of smug. His surroundings is not the familiar Camelot or medieval backdrop. He's actually in a 21st century looking apartment, sans Ariadne since he waited until she had stepped out for the day. There's a roast chicken dinner waiting on the table with all sorts of garnishing, side dishes, vegetables, potatoes. A practical fest for two people. With candles.]

Hope she likes it.

[ Gamzee situates his husktop ever so neatly, aligning it so that the camera fits the top portion of his body onto the screen. He looks a little strange; the first noticeable thing being the three purple streaks across his face. From a non-troll's point of view, it just looked like three lines painted in dark indigo, but it's actually his blood. It's dripping slowly across his eyelids and down his face, which is covered in a pair of square shades, and on his head is a bright blue hat that sort of resembles a cat. His horns don't exactly look like cat ears, so it looks pretty ridiculous. His facepaint is viciously smeared and he's still smiling contently, but the disturbing change in his look makes it seem less mirthful and more...sinister.

He raises a hand, bloodied with specks of green, and waves slowly. The feed shuts off. ]

hey
MOTHERFUCKIN DUCK MOTHERFUCKERS
i've got a motherfuckin simple question for you.
ANYONE SEE MY BEST MOTHERFUCKIN FRIEND KARKAT?
motherfucker just off.
AND MOTHERFUCKIN JETTED.
leaving a motherfuckin brother
BY HIS MOTHERFUCKIN LONESOME.
heh.

HONK.
honk.

[The setting is a dingy bar and lounge, where glass bottles and dirty napkins litter the floor and the air is filled with cigarette smoke. It's clearly a bar on Mag's home world -- the fashions and hairstyles of all the patrons are wildly colorful and eccentric, and everyone seems to have more than a few scars.

On a small, badly-lit stage is Mag, swaying unsteadily in front of a microphone. It's clearly her, but there's certain features about her that are off -- her eyes a bit brighter, her lips a bit fuller, her body's proportions not what they should be. It's easy to tell why -- criss-crossing across her exposed skin are surgical scars, some fresh and some aged.

When she sings, her voice sounds off as well -- it's the voice of someone who never had any real vocal training and has had to teach themselves everything. She sings a melancholy song to the patrons, who mostly ignore her.]

Is that all there is...?
Is that all there is...?
If that's all there is, my friends,
Then let's keep dancing

Let's break out the booze
And have a ball
If that's all there is...

[A few people applaud and she steps off, walking unsteadily away from the stage and towards the back room, where a strange-looking man is waiting. She slips him some folded money while he shuts the door. In his hand is a glowing blue vial that he inserts into a surgical gun that he presses to Mag's neck; he pulls the trigger and Mag's eyes slip closed for a moment.]

((The virus is What If? -- what if Mag had never met Marni and gone to work for GeneCo. She would have still been a singer, but would not have had to leave her world. And, like everyone else there, she would have quickly gotten addicted to surgeries and to zydrate (an incredibly addictive type of painkiller). Replies may come from Mag-under-the-influence.))

Two questions:

How long is this damn thing going to last?

Any ideas on how to keep a drunk occupied? If you say sex, I'm going to break something.