Aya Fujimiya
06 May 2012 @ 03:21 pm
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[Aya can be found at one of the counters for the shop. It looks like it's closed for the day and that he's the only one in there for now, completely surrounded by flowers. Apparently he is working on some last minute arrangements.

He glances over at the laptop he has nearby, he's been checking on invoices too. Oh. It seems like the community has missed Aya and is bringing him back out into the open. He smiles a little.]


It looks like I've been caught doing some overtime. It's nice to see all of you again and I'm sorry that I've been absent for awhile.
 
 
Bo Jones
06 May 2012 @ 03:32 pm
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Okay, at first I could believe all those weird entries in my journal were because Kenzi picked the lock. Again. But when I'm looking something up and the browser is hijacked here, it's pretty obvious something weird's going on.

So. Who the hell are you people, anyway?
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Steve Rogers ☆ Captain America
06 May 2012 @ 07:29 pm
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[ Today, we're sitting on the floor carefully applying a coat of nice red paint to this thing. Half of you what that is, don't even deny.

He's not looking at the camera while he talks. ]


So they're going to let me do stuff after that stunt I pulled. They gave me a medal for it and now I got myself a team. I'll be out in the field. ...I'll try not to let it post anything. [ since things might get graphic. think of the children! ]

Just thought I'd let you know in case anyone else was looking forward to another song and dance routine.

Guess that's all I really wanted to say. Oh and happy birthday to Sam.

[ The longest pause ever goes here. He lifts his hand up and looks his paint job over. So awkward. ]

...Has anyone ever tried fondue before?
 
 
atadflamboyant
06 May 2012 @ 10:13 pm
 


[OOC: Believe it or not, this is a canon move.]
 
 
Darcy Lewis
06 May 2012 @ 11:13 pm
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[The video is set up on an empty view of Jane's "base". In a second you might start to hear someone humming, and then suddenly, Darcy is moonwalking into view. She's got a brand new iPod in her hand, the earbuds rest snugly in her ears. She obviously hasn't taken notice of the fact that she is being recorded because she continues to dance around like no one's looking. There's a sweet mix of disco moves and various other white-as-white-can-get dance moves.

However, she suddenly freezes up, mid-hip thrust. Her hand clenches tightly around the iPod as she lifts it up to view the screen. She's frowning deeply, her teeth gritted together. Her voice, as she speaks is dripping with disdain.]


Coulson.

[And the video cuts off there.]