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TEST DRIVE MEME 001 (#2)

HAPPY HEARTS HOTEL

You wake up in a padded box. It rocks, gently, as though suspended in mid-air. You begin to stir, confusion or distress pushing you to try to sit up — and then the air begins to smell sweet, and you fall back asleep.

You wake up in a padded box. For a moment, you are beatifically calm. You don't know how you got here, or why, but that isn't really all that important. You don't need to know where you are. You're just... here. And here is a wonderful place to be.

But there is a niggling suspicion growing in the back of your mind. A suspicion that here is not somewhere you wanted to be. That it is not where you're supposed to be. You remember... chasing a white rabbit (or was it a person)? A mirror? Bright light, and green ivy crawling over your skin... Before you can worry too much, the box jolts, and then settles, and after a long moment the walls fall from around you to reveal —

A hotel lobby?

"Welcome to the Happy Hearts Hotel and Casino," says an attendant behind a desk. "We're so pleased you could join us for our grand opening gala. We have your room keys and Empathies here, please make an orderly line and we'll hand them out once we've confirmed identities. After that, feel free to explore the hotel! We highly recommend starting with the casino. Everyone's a winner here in Happy Hearts!"

Is this normal? It doesn't feel normal. And hey — you could swear you had shoes before!

I. THE CASINO FLOOR



As you pass through the entrance to the casino floor, an attendant passes you a small bag of chips. The casino is loud and bright and filled with games of every kind — you want to play poker? They've got a table for that. Sabacc? There's a table for that, too. Slots, pachinko, and bingo are just a few of the other games on offer. The attendant in the lobby wasn't lying, either — everyone who plays wins. Everyone, every time.

Servers wander the floor with trays of shotglasses full of multi-coloured liquids, offering them to every Oyster "Compliments of Her Royal Highness." If you're expecting alcohol, though, you'll be surprised — these drinks are teas made of the distilled emotions of every Oyster in the hotel. Each colour of tea corresponds to a different emotion, and as soon as you take a sip, you feel overcome with that emotion.
JOY — the distilled essence of happiness, this tea makes even the most rough and tumble of Oysters giddy with happiness — for a moment. The effect fades into a general sense of contentment and affability after a few seconds, and that itself fades away slowly over the course of twenty minutes.

ANGER — this tea, anger in liquid form, can make the most even-tempered of Oysters ready to absolutely blow a gasket. For twenty minutes, anyone who drinks this tea will find themselves much more easily annoyed, frustrated, and all around irritable and snappy.

SADNESS — distilled sadness is a potent tea, capable of turning a stoic, stalwart Oyster into a blubbering mess in moments. Events that may have previously only been a minor disappointment become the end of the world, every repressed unhappiness comes to the fore, and for twenty minutes, any Oyster who drinks a sadness tea can hardly keep themselves together.


II. MAKING WAVES



If gambling isn't to your interest, there are many other areas of the hotel to explore! For the moment, only The Pool Of Tears and the Pig & Pepper Buffet are available for Oysters to peruse, but the staff assure anyone who asks that the other facilities will be open by the next day. Unfortunately, that means no one can buy any swimsuits from This Elegant Thimble, but the staff aren't going to kick anyone out of the pool for jumping in in their clothes!

There are four main attractions to The Pool of Tears: the pool, the jacuzzi, the wave pool, and the lazy river. The water is always just the right temperature, clean and clear and refreshing. It feels as if the sun shines down from above you, warm and comforting. Scattered through the pool area are clusters of modern lounge chairs, just waiting for someone to come relax in them. The Pool is, in a word, serene.

But not for long. The waves generated by the wave pool begin to get choppier, and larger, until it becomes clear that the generator itself is malfunctioning — too late, however, to avoid the tsunami that crashes through the whole Pool and leaves it flooded. Thankfully, no water escapes into the rest of the hotel, and the hotel staff work quickly to rescue those trapped in the Pool and drain the flooding — but you better hope you can tread water until they get to you!




III. EAT ME, DRINK ME



The Pig & Pepper buffet serves lunch foods from across all different cultures, offering something for everyone, and some things you've never even heard of.

On offer with these lunchtime dishes are cookies and biscuits and scones of all kinds, held on tiered trays with signs that proclaim Eat Me! in delightfully whimsical calligraphy. Nearby, hotel staff man a small booth for doling out cups of fruit waters from large pitchers, which have Drink Me! painted playfully on their sides.

It takes a while to feel the effects — perhaps you've even left the Pig & Pepper by the time it happens — but those who eat the cookies and scones inevitably end up growing in size, whether a few inches or feet, and those who drank the fruity water similarly shrink. Eat enough and you might strain the ceiling; drink enough and you'll be the size of a thimble! It's not permanent — if no one else can help you figure out how to get back to normal, the staff certainly will — but it's definitely inconvenient!




IV. WELCOME HOME



Maybe you just want to be alone — well, that's what you have your room key for! Oysters room on the second and third floors of the hotel, one to a room. You were assured your room would be exactly what you'd always wished for — and for some, that's right! It's exactly as you would have decorated it yourself. But for others, their rooms are totally wrong. A grizzled cowboy can't have a pink room! Hotel staff are firm, though: every room is exactly as its owner wants it to be. Search your feelings, Oyster. You know it to be true.

On each bed are the Oysters' personal effects, minus weapons, as well as a towel folded in the shape of a heart, and a single foil-wrapped chocolate. If eaten, the chocolate is delicious, and incites a feeling of tender warmth in Oysters — not lust, but a desire for closeness. Why spend time in your room, when you could go find a new friend in the casino?





Welcome to the (second!) first TDM of Happy Hearts, a new panfandom roleplaying game here on DW! If you have any questions, please direct them to the first comment on this page. Happy playing, Oysters!




ยฉ tessisamess


[personal profile] grudged 2020-04-22 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Hi there, mods! I have two questions for you.

1. The Empathy's features were described, but unless I missed it, I'm unsure what it looks like. Is this a "generic smartphone" type deal, or something else? Can we post with the Empathy in this test drive, or should we hold off until later? It wasn't mentioned in the prompts so wanted to confirm it was kosher.

2. Char is a Newtype, which tl;dr basically means he has heightened senses and can pilot a giant robot really well. Would this be considered a supernatural ability? And could you clarify the regain process (I think it had to do with AC rewards and multiple tea uses but I wanted to double check)?

[personal profile] grudged 2020-04-22 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Ooh, that's nifty. And yeah, I definitely missed it because I was focused on the FAQ. Thanks, this has been helpful!

One more for you: for comments going towards AC rewards in event logs, do they all need to be in a row (i.e. twenty comments in a single thread for the highest tier), or can you count comments from multiple threads? If so, how many different threads can you use?

char aznable | gundam

[personal profile] grudged 2020-04-22 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
I. Casino Royale (Red Edition)

[This is an absolute disaster.

This is an absolute disaster on multiple fronts. His Zaku's missing, his head hurts, and there's annoying people everywhere that keep hitting him up for this or that thing, offering him food and chips and games and he just wants all of it gone. Eventually he forces himself to sit, to contemplate what's going onโ€”which would be a lot easier if his memories weren't so damn fuzzy.

Think. Calm yourself. Focus. Drinking that tea as a substitute for scotch was definitely a mistake, but even overwhelmed Char manages to hold that anger in. For how much longer, not even he can say, and eventually he does flag someone down who doesn't look like one of the wandering toadies.]


You there. Find out anything interesting?

[Or a way to ease his pounding migraine. That would help too.]

II. I'm On a Boat, Except Not Really

[Pool time? Yes, please. Anything to get him away from literally everything else.

Char finds out, much to his dismay, that his rank and title don't carry any weight here. As a result, he's forced to strip to enjoy the warmth of that jacuzzi. Which he does, and with no respect or regard for anyone else who might see. So there he is, ladies and gents, Char Aznable soaking it up naked in the water and fighting off the urge to nap. Hopefully there won't be any staff buzzing about to interrupt his, uh, thinking time.

Look, he's thinking hard. Thinking about escape, thinking about his mobile suit, thinking about... well, it's all equally important, so the details don't matter.

There's room in the jacuzzi for two, if you're feeling brave. Or maybe you just want to scold this stranger. The handsome stranger, who's way too comfortable in this sort of situation.]


III. Obligatory Network Post

I see I'm not the only for scrambling for purchase, as it were.

It would be best if we worked together, and gathered as much data as possible. About ourselves, about our situation, and how to address it. I'll begin.

My name is Char Aznable. I'm a mobile suit pilot, but I'm realizing that may not mean much to any of you. I'm a captain and a commander, but just Char is fine. Titles don't mean very much in the grander scheme of things anyway.

I'm versatile enough, but let's hear what you can do first.

Who are you? What are you? And what, specifically, do you bring to the table, in terms of capabilities?

I look forward to your answers.


(( Open to all! For those canon familiar, Char is from mid-Mobile Suit Gundam and is not wearing his trademark mask. Basically this. ))
sixrealmsofhell: (TYL pissed off)

Mukuro Rokudo || Katekyou Hitman Reborn

[personal profile] sixrealmsofhell 2020-04-22 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
The Casino Floor

[Mukuro doesn't really see being whisked away to a new world all that surprising or hard to accept. Since he has established that this is in fact real and not an illusion, he has taken to wandering around and discovering his new home. To say he is frustrated with the fact that his powers have been taken would be an understatement.]

An interesting skill..being able to pull people into a new place. That's a very strong teleportation ability. But doesn't it seem a little unfair that you can steal people away and not at least leave them with their own abilities in order to survive?

[He speaks to no one in particular but anyone is welcome to overhear him as he wanders between the aisles. He likes things that are a bit loud and garish but this place goes beyond just being over the top flamboyant.]

[He settles at one of the tables with the bag of chips. He accepts a drink from a passing server, selected because he enjoys the red color of it. Deciding to play along if for no other reason then to meet some of the others and gauge what they know. But after several rounds he finds that the game is rigged and not all that enjoyable.]

A game that is set so that you cannot lose, is not a very good game.

[He is growing more and more perplexed by this place. And for some reason he finds his anger bubbling up to the surface more then he normally would allow. He tosses his chips at the dealer in annoyance, an action that deep down even surprises himself. Clearly that drink is not some regular tea.]

Are you going to continue with this ridiculous charade or can we play a real game?


Welcome Home

[After losing his cool in the casino, Mukuro decides he should just head to his room and see what he can work out about this place. When he enters it is darkly decorated and quite pleasing to his eyes. Decorated in all black, purple and reds it is almost as if he chose the colors himself.]

How interesting that this place seems to know us so well.

[How dare they go into his mind, but at the moment he won't be too upset with it. Instead he notices the most beautiful of all items sitting on the bed. Chocolate is his favorite food and he can't resist trying the lovely little gift.

He probably should have learned his lesson from the tea earlier in the day but he felt like this wonderful little treat wouldn't betray him. Unfortunately it seems he is quite wrong as that warmth spreads through him and he suddenly desires being in the company of others again.

So he ventures out again, wandering the halls of the sleeping quarters in pursuit of someone to talk to.]
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flouts: (๏ฝ†๏ฝ‰๏ฝ†๏ฝ”๏ฝ…๏ฝ…๏ฝŽ๏ฝ”๏ฝˆ๏ผŽ)

un: suibian

[personal profile] flouts 2020-04-22 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
What's a mobile suit and how do you pilot it?

โฐ that was the important part of this, right? โฑ
stopinthenameofawe: (Melissa [Oh really])

Melissa Lyre | Hunter: The Vigil/Vampire: The Requiem

[personal profile] stopinthenameofawe 2020-04-22 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
The Casino Floor

What. The Actual Fuck.

Melissa is pissed off about a lot of things currently, because Melissa tends to be pissed off at the world in general. It's partially a hangover from her time as a human and partially because it's one of the easier things for vampires to feel, but either way it's pretty standard for her. There's plenty for her to be mad about right now. She doesn't love being kidnapped, and she's not happy about her guns being taken from her, and the absence of shoes just is the cherry on top of the fucking cake.

She stands there in the middle of the casino, hands on her hips and her eyes narrow as she takes in her surroundings. There are a number of questions she has, but the first one that leaves her lips is-- "Wait. How the fuck do people keep winning?"

Empathy, because Melissa doesn't eat human food and wouldn't go for a swim

Ok. So I take it we've all been brought here, without really having been informed beforehand. And since we've all been given these things by our 'hosts,' I certainly don't see any reason to criticize them for their wonderful hospitality.

[the sarcasm is palpable.]

However, if anyone would like to meet up somewhere and just have a casual conversation about this lovely hotel and perhaps some other passing topics of interest, that might be worth our while. My room is 210 if anyone would like to chat.
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Jaskier | The Witcher

[personal profile] bardenough 2020-04-22 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
III: EAT ME DRINK ME

[Jaskier has never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Or, more pertinently, he's never been one to miss the chance to fill his pants with bread. In a land where coin is hard to come by, you never know when there will be an opportunity to have bread in your pants again.

The spread laid out here affords so much more than bread, though. Before long Jaskier has his hose stuffed with foodstuffs he doesn't even recognize, sense of self preservation apparently not taking into account the possibility of poison. Who worries about poisoning at a free buffet in a strange building that has apparently kidnapped you? Skinny fools, that's who.

And now there's time for sampling and - oh, the little cakes are delicious. He's chipmunk-cheeked with pleasure as he turns and... looks down. A long way down.]


Greetings, fair midget. Try these - baked with the nectar of the Gods. And the little round crunchy things. Delicious, if unfortunately scratchy against the skin.



IV WELCOME HOME


[Strange how foggy his memory is. A good bard prides himself on his sharp recollection of detail, all the better to vastly overembellish everything in lyrical form later. Why, he can remember the precise number of teeth on that Bruxa that went for his throat three years ago (along with some of her finer features below the neck) and yet when it comes to how he got here there's naught but fog and a vague recollection of someone in a white suit. A bold and intriguing fashion statement given the muddiness of their surroundings.

He must have followed, or perhaps he was lured, and now here he is in what must be a palace, if grander than any he's ever seen, and more filled with enchantments. Not least the magical box that travels between floors and plays a pitiful excuse for music.

After a brief sojourn in his allotted room (the mirrored ceiling above both the heart shaped bathtub and the heart shaped bed is nothing short of revelatory) Jaskier finds himself drawn back to the... elevator, it seems to be called. With a mouth sticky with chocolate he attempts to fit some lyrics to the pan pipes.]


I am weak, my love, and I am wanting...


NETWORK: UN HUMBLEBARD

[Someone is clearly reading an instruction leaflet]

-talk and your Empathy will translate your words to text.

Translate my words... the thing is sentient?

Hello?

Greetings, strange pebble. Do you have a name?

[personal profile] grudged 2020-04-22 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[Best to err on the side of caution and explain with the most rudimentary terms possible.]

A giant metal man, made for destruction.

A smaller man sits inside of it, and controls it from within.

With just one on your side, you can conquer a city. With several, an entire continent.

It is the ultimate manifestation of war itself, ingenious incarnate.

A weapon beyond weapons... and a nightmare of steel.
netherfire: (two;)

empathy

[personal profile] netherfire 2020-04-22 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A chat, she says? Well, Turducken doesn't get many occasions to chat with the living, beyond the necessary questions she needs to ask when arriving in any new place. ]

Would you like some tea with your conversation? I'd like to try some of this place's varieties.
stopinthenameofawe: (Default)

Re: empathy

[personal profile] stopinthenameofawe 2020-04-22 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[.....unless this tea has blood in it she probably can't drink it, but she could maybe fake it long enough.]

You're free to bring some if you like, I've always been more of a coffee person.
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kate galloway / original

[personal profile] dedikated 2020-04-22 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
โ€” the casino floor;
[ Kate, covered in dirt but not (for once) injured, makes her way into the casino looking vaguely like she's clawed her way out of a grave to get here.

Which, given how cramped and dank the Underground is, probably isn't that far from the truth.

She grimaces for the first few seconds in this dazzling, glittering world, as anyone would for the first few moments of transition between total darkness and this obnoxious brightness, as irritating as The Agency's fluorescent lighting. Noise clatters meaninglessly around her, the clinking of coins and clanking of die, people chattering and chomping down on fingers and pens and anything else as their bets roll.

Chaos, and a far cry from the silence of the abandoned den she'd spent the last three hours exploring, enough to give a girl a headache. She swears under her breath as a particularly loud celebration erupts just behind her and hurries her next few steps untilโ€”

Shotglasses. ]


Now you're talking.

[ She's just going to... blindly grab one, regardless of its colour. ]
โ€” empathy;
[ She was with Carl before she arrived here, but she hasn't seen hide nor hair of the jerk. Even telepathy doesn't reach him, or any of the others, and so Kate can only conclude she's here alone.

But at least she has a phone. ]


Think they'll let us order pizza?

[ Buffet pizzas are not the same thing as a box full of too much cheese, thank you very much. ]
โ€” wildcard;
[ hit me with anything you want! feel free to PM me if you want to discuss any specifics, and there's info in her journal which isn't complete because I've been rewriting a lot of it. ]
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[personal profile] netherfire 2020-04-22 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ...One has to wonder what a soul-sensitive person would sense in an undead. ]

Is that so? Hm. I can drink both.

[ Well, maybe she'll just bring both. ]

Is there anything else I should bring?
oomfies: ๐‘œ๐‘œ๐“‚๐’ป๐’พ๐‘’๐“ˆ (๐Ÿงป claws.)

lottie person | snotgirl

[personal profile] oomfies 2020-04-22 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
01. buffet gone wrong
    [ Leave it to Lottie to stockpile her snacks instead of eating it outright in front of everyone. Especially, leave it to Lottie to not even glance at the weird sign (Eat me!, it says, to which she replied with a well timed scoff, snatching it in her hands before leaving). Now, she's finding herself regretting it. Lottie's made herself home at The Pool Of Tears, first by the jacuzzi. Then, the wave pool.

    But when you find her, she's curled up on the floor, facing the wall in her own little corner. The only difference from when she arrived, to now, is that she's a giant, tips of long green hair falling into the wide expanse of the pool, shoulders hunched so she can look small. If you try to be quiet to witness the spectacle, it's too late - big brown eyes peek over her shoulder, lined with tears, before huddling even closer to the wall. ]


    Go away.. [ Is that, a sniffle? Is she crying? ] I'm.. I'm fine.

02. welcome home
    [ Like someone with no impulse control, Lottie has already eaten the chocolate. Felt immediate rerget about it less than a second after for not even wondering if it's.. She doesn't know, poisoned? Or had real milk in it? All her overthinking, being cooped up in her perfect little suite, only adds to her paranoia. Her restlessness, late into the night. Which is why she's a bit caught off guard when she hears another door swing open as she's mentally prepping herself for a trip through the lobby. She blanks, stares at you for a few moments, but then immediately recovers - ]

    Oh.. Hi!! [ Well, sort of recovers. She's certainly not blogger perfect, but she's trying to be nice. Polite, even. The towel wrapped around her shoulders is pulled that much tighter, an awkward sort of smile stretching her lips. ] Guess we're, uh, suite neighbors? You know.. Same hallway.

03. network, un: lottieperson
    heyy! anyone awake? :)

wildcard
[ optionally, throw something at me!! lottie will be roaming around whats available to everyone, no matter the time, with only mild brattiness. ]
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song_princess: (Unsure/Embarressed)

Leanne | Fire Emblem, she can understand English but can only speak Ancient Laguz.

[personal profile] song_princess 2020-04-22 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
III

Part A:

This... This has been the rudest awakening she has ever gone through. The last thing she really remembers is being in her forest, still under the spell and feeling herself finally awakening and the next? She was inside a padded box, soaking wet and also have this weird things on her finger nails! She couldn't get them off no matter how hard she tries.

What made it worse was being surrounded strange smelling beorcs! She doesn't know where she is and everyone is being too stupid to understand her words.

She is wet, hungry and her upper half just feels too heavy to be normal!

With her stomach growling, she heads to the buffet and without thinking, starts helping herself to the food, focusing on fruits and nuts at first.

Part B:

After finally eating her fill, Leanne goes to grab some fruit water from the pitchers, not reading the signs and helping herself to them. She was finally feeling a little bit more sociable and will try to screw in her courage to speak to the scariest beings in all the worlds. Beorcs or humans.

Closing her eyes as she does so, she timidly reaches over to give a random person's garment a small tug before blinking in surprise.... Is it her or are they suddenly bigger? In fact, why is everything looking bigger now?

What? Just what in the name of the goddess is going on here?!?

II:

Everything was just too hectic for her and she needed a place to go and relax for a bit. A quick look around and sniff in the air to make sure that there are no humans or men around. With that confirmed in her mind, she goes to head into the wave pool and spreads her wings to just float along the surface, enjoying for now, being alone and in water.

Too much has happened to her in such a short amount of time and now it was time to relax and enjoy herself.

III: Choose your own adventure! I am open to just about anything and can adapt to any scenario!
fwizz: (pic#13933649)

[personal profile] fwizz 2020-04-22 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
—@mig.o'hara
Sounds like you've got a missed calling in HR, actually.

[ miguel doesn't strictly know what a 'mobile suit pilot' is and his first assumption seems like it'd amount to the pot calling the kettle black, so he's going to skip past for now and— ]

Scientist. Miguel O'Hara.

crying at "tough nipples" in my inbox, thanks :')

[personal profile] grudged 2020-04-22 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[Char's light-hearted tone carries through text. One can practically hear him laughing everything off, despite such serious subject matter.]

Usually I relegate these responsibilities to my staff.

But I'm a one man operation, at least for now, so I'll have to make do.

Good to meet you, Dr. O'Hara.

Science is a broad field. What do you study?
fwizz: (pic#13933515)

WHOOPS WRONG ACCOUNT sorry my dude

[personal profile] fwizz 2020-04-22 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Tough boat to be in. I guess they were wrong when they said โ€˜no manโ€™s an islandโ€™.

Miguel or Migโ€™s fine. โ€˜Doctorโ€™ tends to give people the wrong impression.

Iโ€™m a geneticist.

I was clearly too excited for nipples, forgive my double tag

[personal profile] grudged 2020-04-22 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
As you like.

Hm... that's quite interesting, actually.

I'll understand if you refuse; I'm not easily offended.

Bearing that in mind, are you up for a difficult question?
inlovewithmycar: (Let there not be light)

[personal profile] inlovewithmycar 2020-04-22 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
a. The Casino Floor

Crowley didn't need to drink the tea labeled 'Anger'. There was already the burgeoning heat of annoyance creeping up from the pit of his stomach to the back of his throat, tasting of bile and the sudden bout of fear and panic he thought he was doing a very good job of violently repressing.

He wasn't.

Looking somewhat sick, the demon tucked his recently clipped wings close as he moved through the casino to take in the sights. He felt exposed like this, and his first instinct was to find some dark corner to slither off to and ease his wounded pride.

That, he knew, was probably not a very good strategy. Rather he should get a lay of the land and so he slunk down the rows of slot machines, observing that each one that was occupied ended up spitting out an absurd amount of winnings. Four royal flushes at the poker tables which, while not statistically impossible seemed highly unlikely. When it happened twice, Crowley knew no amount of rabbits feet and horseshoes (what was it with feet things being lucky...? He didn't see the appeal. It wasn't until half an hour ago that he'd ever even had toes, and frankly those were overrated) could pull this off. Someone was playing silly buggers.

He snapped his fingers.

Time didn't stop. The incessant ringing of another victory at the slot machines resounded to a few cheers from the staff and there was laughter over at the no-stakes roulette wheel. Crowley tried again, and sound and motion carried on, oblivious to the fact they should have stopped. Reality was his playground for G- for fuck's sake.

"Oh that's weird," he said. "That's very, very weird."

b. Network Post; UN: AJCrowley

    So. This all something else, eh? Very fancy place, very modern. No shoes is a bit of a health hazard though. With the roaming verrucas and all that.

    [ That's how warts work, isn't it? ]

    So what exactly is the whole plan? We just stay here forever on permanent vacation, never losing at poker and sipping on emotion mimosas? Not terrible as eternities go, I'll give them that. Bit dull, could do with better music, but it's nowhere near as boring as Heaven.
fwizz: (pic#13933518)

it's understandable tbh

[personal profile] fwizz 2020-04-22 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Interesting why?

Only if you're prepared for a difficult answer.
[ presumably. ]

network trollin'

[personal profile] grudged 2020-04-22 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
I miss my boots.

[So apparently they're of similar minds there.]

As far as a plan goes, I don't believe there is one yet. Got something in mind?

[personal profile] grudged 2020-04-22 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Do you believe mankind can evolve to become something better?

[...interesting because of a question like that, quite possibly.]

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