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smash_logs2012-09-13 09:08 am
twistedspoon) wrote in smash_logs2012-09-13 09:08 am
Entry tags:
- !open log,
- ai/purple pikmin (pikmin),
- bulba/venusaur (pokemon),
- casey/abra (pokemon),
- chili (pokemon),
- chun li (street fighter),
- cress (pokemon),
- flint (mother),
- flurrie (mario),
- garry (ib),
- glados (portal),
- jon talbain (darkstalkers),
- knuckles (sonic the hedgehog),
- kumatora (mother),
- little mac (punch out),
- miles edgeworth (ace attorney),
- natural harmonia gropius (pokemon),
- ocelot (metal gear),
- phoenix wright (ace attorney),
- pit (kid icarus),
- ron delite (ace attorney),
- samus aran (metroid),
- shadow (sonic the hedgehog),
- sig (puyo puyo),
- silver (sonic the hedgehog),
- skull kid (zelda),
- sonic (sonic the hedgehog),
- vinnie/venusaur (pokemon),
- warren/persian (pokemon),
- x (megaman x)
I'll have a cup of tea and tell you of my dreaming
Who: Everyone
What: DREAMS
When: A whole 24 hours spanning from September 14th-15th
Warnings: Creepy nightmares? Innuendo? I don't know, the usual.
There had been so much buzz about those stupid lollipops for weeks now. Not only out loud, but in her head - thoughts ranging from what's the deal with those things? to gotta have more to pricy as fuck. Eventually, she confused the cravings of others for her own, and it just so happened that her very own roommate had a box right on her side of the room!
Casey wasn't supposed to touch it, but she didn't see why. Money issues, or something. She didn't get the big deal about money either. She wasn't a Meowth, so there was no reason for her to have any. Therefore, the rules about it didn't apply to her.
That was her logic, anyway.
When Ai was asleep, she opened up the box and put her telekinesis to good use. Five of the candies lifted into the air - two green, three yellow - and the wrappers tore off in perfect synchronization. Too bad nobody was watching. The Abra opened her mouth wide and crammed all of them in at once, because she had no concept of savouring anything.
Shortly after, she fell asleep, the sticks still poking out of her mouth. That had to be bad for her teeth.
Soon the dreaming began...
What: DREAMS
When: A whole 24 hours spanning from September 14th-15th
Warnings: Creepy nightmares? Innuendo? I don't know, the usual.
There had been so much buzz about those stupid lollipops for weeks now. Not only out loud, but in her head - thoughts ranging from what's the deal with those things? to gotta have more to pricy as fuck. Eventually, she confused the cravings of others for her own, and it just so happened that her very own roommate had a box right on her side of the room!
Casey wasn't supposed to touch it, but she didn't see why. Money issues, or something. She didn't get the big deal about money either. She wasn't a Meowth, so there was no reason for her to have any. Therefore, the rules about it didn't apply to her.
That was her logic, anyway.
When Ai was asleep, she opened up the box and put her telekinesis to good use. Five of the candies lifted into the air - two green, three yellow - and the wrappers tore off in perfect synchronization. Too bad nobody was watching. The Abra opened her mouth wide and crammed all of them in at once, because she had no concept of savouring anything.
Shortly after, she fell asleep, the sticks still poking out of her mouth. That had to be bad for her teeth.
Soon the dreaming began...
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There was, of course, nothing wrong with looking downward; the ground, after all, was rife with eager green things, all perfectly wonderful to look at. Looking down like that, though... well, maybe it was just because Kieran was tall, but he decided he liked Bulba looking up better.
"I wish I could give you your answer," he announced. "You carry a small sun on your back; I like it when your face is just as bright." And, because part of his mind was still on the wonderful green things below, he paused to graze on a mouthful of greenery. He both did and didn't taste it -- more a memory of something pleasant-tasting springing up than the sensation itself. His expression gained the faraway, focused look of someone trying very hard to recall something.
In person, it would likely have eluded him, but in the realm of the subconscious, the words floated to the surface quickly -- or the closest recollection of them he could manage, at least. "What was it that I said when we first met, Bulba? That was what made the realm of the gods so special, right? That it was so outside of everything I knew. It was scary... but it was wort the fear, wasn't it?"