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> Dave: Be a mommy.
Mar. 2nd, 2012 10:43 am[ The feed opens to a bed in a Celadon Hotel room, currently largely occupied by a sizable clutch of eggs. There are ten of them, all told. In front of the bed lies a Houndoom, who appears to be sleeping. ]
Pretty much saw this coming. Would've happened sooner if Snoop didn't have some kind of fucking performance issues.
[ The Houndoom lifts his head, whining sharply. Bullshit, dude. Those ladies just like to play hard-to-get. ]
Anyway, Vulpix, Growlithe and Houndour. Should have a metric fuckton of egg moves on all of them, pretty much. Basically everything you could possibly want to fill your fire-breathing puppy needs. I know these needs are great.
[ He swivels the camera around to himself. He's sitting on the opposite bed, ostensibly not his. ]
P2500 for the Houndours, P1000 for everything else, and if you've got any Fire-types I don't, we can talk trades. Hot chicks take priority.
[ OOC; the OOC claim post is here! if you've already claimed one, you don't have to comment here, but you're welcome to! there are still slots open, so if you didn't respond to the OOC claim post before, you still can! exclamation points!! ]
Pretty much saw this coming. Would've happened sooner if Snoop didn't have some kind of fucking performance issues.
[ The Houndoom lifts his head, whining sharply. Bullshit, dude. Those ladies just like to play hard-to-get. ]
Anyway, Vulpix, Growlithe and Houndour. Should have a metric fuckton of egg moves on all of them, pretty much. Basically everything you could possibly want to fill your fire-breathing puppy needs. I know these needs are great.
[ He swivels the camera around to himself. He's sitting on the opposite bed, ostensibly not his. ]
P2500 for the Houndours, P1000 for everything else, and if you've got any Fire-types I don't, we can talk trades. Hot chicks take priority.
[ OOC; the OOC claim post is here! if you've already claimed one, you don't have to comment here, but you're welcome to! there are still slots open, so if you didn't respond to the OOC claim post before, you still can! exclamation points!! ]
>Dave: Serenade your bro.
Feb. 14th, 2012 08:39 pm[ Lo, what's this? Another network post? And by none other than Dave Casanova Strider himself.
He turns the 'Gear on to the sight of him standing outside what some might recognize as the Otherhouse in Goldenrod City. He's bending over a guitar case, which is seen in bits and pieces as he shifts the camera around while taking out the guitar. ]
So it's Valentine's Day, right? And since this place is like the Land of Roses and Romantic Blowjobs right now, I figure there's no better time to express my deepest bosom feelings for my best bro. Obviously a gesture this ironic can't go unseen, so I'm immortalizing it on the network.
[ He slips the guitar strap over his head, then backs up, handing the 'Gear to a Pokémon helper. (The cheerful 'Squirtle!' might give away Kanye's identity.) The camera pans from Dave, picking out a few notes, to the window above.
After an experimental array of notes, Dave begins playing. As the song starts, Kanye turns the 'Gear back to him to capture the performance, and when it finishes, returns to the window to catch a final shot of one John Egbert, looking out.
The feed ends to the sound of some bystanders' applause. ]
[ ooc; for action responses, feel free to be one of those bystanders who happened upon this charming little scene, or an Otherhouse resident looking out their own window to see what the chords are about!
tags won't be until tomorrow, though. sorry, guys! ♥ ]
He turns the 'Gear on to the sight of him standing outside what some might recognize as the Otherhouse in Goldenrod City. He's bending over a guitar case, which is seen in bits and pieces as he shifts the camera around while taking out the guitar. ]
So it's Valentine's Day, right? And since this place is like the Land of Roses and Romantic Blowjobs right now, I figure there's no better time to express my deepest bosom feelings for my best bro. Obviously a gesture this ironic can't go unseen, so I'm immortalizing it on the network.
[ He slips the guitar strap over his head, then backs up, handing the 'Gear to a Pokémon helper. (The cheerful 'Squirtle!' might give away Kanye's identity.) The camera pans from Dave, picking out a few notes, to the window above.
After an experimental array of notes, Dave begins playing. As the song starts, Kanye turns the 'Gear back to him to capture the performance, and when it finishes, returns to the window to catch a final shot of one John Egbert, looking out.
The feed ends to the sound of some bystanders' applause. ]
[ ooc; for action responses, feel free to be one of those bystanders who happened upon this charming little scene, or an Otherhouse resident looking out their own window to see what the chords are about!
tags won't be until tomorrow, though. sorry, guys! ♥ ]
[ Those in and out of Dave's room at the Otherhouse may have noticed that his entourage of Ninetales have been coddling a bright blue Squirtle egg. Still luckier individuals may have been around earlier today to witness the egg hatching, and the three Ninetales happily grooming their new friend.
Now some hours later, it has become apparent to Dave that there are certain... complications that may arise from allowing a baby Squirtle to imprint on a pack of full-grown Ninetales.
The feed comes on to the Squirtle, charging at a Ninetales on all fours. He's deflected with a flick of a tail, and goes scurrying over to another fox that's lounging on the floor nearby. She gives him a lick for his troubles, while the third one looks on from the safety of Dave's bunk.
As the Squirtle takes another run-up at his opponent, he growls and... barks.
Dave turns the camera on himself. ]
So this is the real-life story of Babe, Pig in the City, or some shit. My Squirtle thinks he's a baby Ninetales, which is about the cutest fucking thing I've ever seen get done. I'm sure they're gonna have a bunch of awkward conversations when he gets older.
'Mom, why do I only have one tail? Where's all my fur? The other kids made fun of my shell!'
He'll grow up thinking his 'dad' had an affair with a hot Blastoise. His two mommies just swept it under the rug; they don't like to talk about it because it means admitting they couldn't keep him satisfied between the two of them. They drink a lot, and their husband's never home. They just assume he's found himself a side of Venusaur ass or something.
[ The camera returns to the floor, where the Squirtle is being held firmly under the front paws of the lazy Ninetales on the rug, who's giving him a thorough bath. ]
I also got my breeder's license yesterday, which is pretty much awesome. I've basically got the potential for a metric fuckton of badass fire-breathing fluffmuppets and not much else right now. Guess I'll have to expand my breeding stock or something.
[ Swinging the 'Gear toward himself again, he moves to turn it off before he remembers something. ]
His name is Kanye, by the way. Thanks, Fef.
[ ooc; action for Otherhouse residents welcome! he's just in his room. switch from trainer to breeder was okayed by the mods. ♥ ]
Now some hours later, it has become apparent to Dave that there are certain... complications that may arise from allowing a baby Squirtle to imprint on a pack of full-grown Ninetales.
The feed comes on to the Squirtle, charging at a Ninetales on all fours. He's deflected with a flick of a tail, and goes scurrying over to another fox that's lounging on the floor nearby. She gives him a lick for his troubles, while the third one looks on from the safety of Dave's bunk.
As the Squirtle takes another run-up at his opponent, he growls and... barks.
Dave turns the camera on himself. ]
So this is the real-life story of Babe, Pig in the City, or some shit. My Squirtle thinks he's a baby Ninetales, which is about the cutest fucking thing I've ever seen get done. I'm sure they're gonna have a bunch of awkward conversations when he gets older.
'Mom, why do I only have one tail? Where's all my fur? The other kids made fun of my shell!'
He'll grow up thinking his 'dad' had an affair with a hot Blastoise. His two mommies just swept it under the rug; they don't like to talk about it because it means admitting they couldn't keep him satisfied between the two of them. They drink a lot, and their husband's never home. They just assume he's found himself a side of Venusaur ass or something.
[ The camera returns to the floor, where the Squirtle is being held firmly under the front paws of the lazy Ninetales on the rug, who's giving him a thorough bath. ]
I also got my breeder's license yesterday, which is pretty much awesome. I've basically got the potential for a metric fuckton of badass fire-breathing fluffmuppets and not much else right now. Guess I'll have to expand my breeding stock or something.
[ Swinging the 'Gear toward himself again, he moves to turn it off before he remembers something. ]
His name is Kanye, by the way. Thanks, Fef.
[ ooc; action for Otherhouse residents welcome! he's just in his room. switch from trainer to breeder was okayed by the mods. ♥ ]
> Dave: Start a holiday.
Dec. 20th, 2011 07:51 pmokay thats it
fuck all this winter shit
fuck all these snowball fights and this goddamn frostbite
this goddamn vicious-ass snow and ice
and fuck being nice
im about to get straight up naughty with saint nick
this shit is sick
and i aint even talking in a good fucking way okay
i cant even rap about this shit anymore thats how fucking cold it is
so i propose a new fucking holiday in johto
well call it fuck snow day
or keep your ass the hell warm eve
shit call it whatever you want
this holiday is about celebrating fire and heaters and blankets and other warm shit
and you celebrate it by staying the fuck warm and not going outside
not even so much as fucking looking out there
whos with me
[ Dave has composed this entire lyrical venture and appended proposition from beneath a pile of blankets in his room at Other Father's place. Appropriate CR is welcome to come find him there. ]
fuck all this winter shit
fuck all these snowball fights and this goddamn frostbite
this goddamn vicious-ass snow and ice
and fuck being nice
im about to get straight up naughty with saint nick
this shit is sick
and i aint even talking in a good fucking way okay
i cant even rap about this shit anymore thats how fucking cold it is
so i propose a new fucking holiday in johto
well call it fuck snow day
or keep your ass the hell warm eve
shit call it whatever you want
this holiday is about celebrating fire and heaters and blankets and other warm shit
and you celebrate it by staying the fuck warm and not going outside
not even so much as fucking looking out there
whos with me
[ Dave has composed this entire lyrical venture and appended proposition from beneath a pile of blankets in his room at Other Father's place. Appropriate CR is welcome to come find him there. ]
[ The video feed opens to Dave, wearing remarkably less clothing than anybody last saw him in — just jeans and a t-shirt, in fact. No bulky coat, no Torchic body heater. Notably, there's no snow anywhere in sight, either — just rock walls, flickering with the light of a sizeable campfire.
And Dave, in the background, talking to... Dave? And another Dave, tending the fire? Dave-holding-the-Gear speaks up. ]
To whom it may concern:
Apparently my birthday wish came true. Gonna have to talk to the birthday wish fairies about their backlog, though. Six-day wait is bullshit. Whatever, though, I'm in Mt. Fucking Mortar and I'm never coming out.
[ Dave #2 ambles up behind him and flashes a thumbs-up in support of this statement. ]
I am staying the fuck here until spring thaw, or whatever it is that makes bears stop hibernating. Consider me officially a fucking grizzly until further notice.
[ If you're watching, another Dave appears quite suddenly in the background, hands a Pokémart grocery bag to Dave #3, and vanishes. Dave #3 breaks out the hotdogs and roasting sticks. ]
Striders out.
[ The feed cuts. ]
[ Let the chaos begin! Dave's got his time shenanigans powers back, so expect any number of temporal clones to pop in and out at will. ]
And Dave, in the background, talking to... Dave? And another Dave, tending the fire? Dave-holding-the-Gear speaks up. ]
To whom it may concern:
Apparently my birthday wish came true. Gonna have to talk to the birthday wish fairies about their backlog, though. Six-day wait is bullshit. Whatever, though, I'm in Mt. Fucking Mortar and I'm never coming out.
[ Dave #2 ambles up behind him and flashes a thumbs-up in support of this statement. ]
I am staying the fuck here until spring thaw, or whatever it is that makes bears stop hibernating. Consider me officially a fucking grizzly until further notice.
[ If you're watching, another Dave appears quite suddenly in the background, hands a Pokémart grocery bag to Dave #3, and vanishes. Dave #3 breaks out the hotdogs and roasting sticks. ]
Striders out.
[ The feed cuts. ]
[ Let the chaos begin! Dave's got his time shenanigans powers back, so expect any number of temporal clones to pop in and out at will. ]
> Dave: Practice... bullriding... ?
Oct. 9th, 2011 12:12 pm[ The feed clicks on amidst a rustle of red-orange feathers. After a moment, a Torchic hops backward from the screen and chirps loudly before moving aside to reveal a grassy clearing.
In the foreground, a Houndoom, a Ninetales and an Arcanine are lying on the grass, watching their trainer closely. The Arcanine's bushy tail swishes periodically; the Ninetales has her head resting on her paws. The Houndoom looks like he might leap up any second.
And the cause for such riveted attentions?
In the background, Dave Strider is riding a very displeased Rapidash.
Well, maybe 'riding' is too generous a term. The fact is, he's barely staying on. She's bucking and kicking and jumping around with the occasional shrill whinny, and Dave is very nearly being thrown off at every turn. It's admirable he's lasted even this long — actually, it's pretty amazing he managed to get a bridle and saddle on her, from the looks of things.
(Of course, if you'd been there for that, it wouldn't look so impressive. It took him hours.)
And it's not impressive for too much longer, either. As the horse swivels on her front hooves and kicks out wide behind her, Dave finally loses his grip and is pitched over her head to sprawl in the grass. In the very same instant, all three of the onlooking Pokémon leap to their feet to pursue the Rapidash, who bolted the second she was free of her rider. Between them, they manage to corner her and herd her back into the center of the clearing, where they circle her with watchful eyes.
In the meanwhile, the Torchic from behind the camera has ventured out into the field to check on his trainer, and an orange-ribboned Murkrow — familiar to some, and seen frequently around Goldenrod — descends from the sky to land beside him as well. The feed continues for several minutes with no sign of movement from Dave, then finally times out just as he sits up awkwardly, sans shades.
He's too far from the camera for the lack of shades to mean much, but replies will be delayed by a few minutes until he finds them again. ]
In the foreground, a Houndoom, a Ninetales and an Arcanine are lying on the grass, watching their trainer closely. The Arcanine's bushy tail swishes periodically; the Ninetales has her head resting on her paws. The Houndoom looks like he might leap up any second.
And the cause for such riveted attentions?
In the background, Dave Strider is riding a very displeased Rapidash.
Well, maybe 'riding' is too generous a term. The fact is, he's barely staying on. She's bucking and kicking and jumping around with the occasional shrill whinny, and Dave is very nearly being thrown off at every turn. It's admirable he's lasted even this long — actually, it's pretty amazing he managed to get a bridle and saddle on her, from the looks of things.
(Of course, if you'd been there for that, it wouldn't look so impressive. It took him hours.)
And it's not impressive for too much longer, either. As the horse swivels on her front hooves and kicks out wide behind her, Dave finally loses his grip and is pitched over her head to sprawl in the grass. In the very same instant, all three of the onlooking Pokémon leap to their feet to pursue the Rapidash, who bolted the second she was free of her rider. Between them, they manage to corner her and herd her back into the center of the clearing, where they circle her with watchful eyes.
In the meanwhile, the Torchic from behind the camera has ventured out into the field to check on his trainer, and an orange-ribboned Murkrow — familiar to some, and seen frequently around Goldenrod — descends from the sky to land beside him as well. The feed continues for several minutes with no sign of movement from Dave, then finally times out just as he sits up awkwardly, sans shades.
He's too far from the camera for the lack of shades to mean much, but replies will be delayed by a few minutes until he finds them again. ]
> Dave: Cut a deal.
Sep. 15th, 2011 02:48 pm[ For once, the video clicks on, instead of the poor network being flooded with obnoxious red text. Dave is lounging in a chair, behind a café table somewhere in Goldenrod, with a bubble tea in one hand. ]
Ladies. Strider needs a favour.
[ Why yes, he's talking to all of you. Or any of you, really. ]
I'm willing to offer a few hours of my time to the first pretty girl to lend me her Fly HM. Dinner, on me, anywhere in Goldenrod.
[ A beat. ]
Dinner on the table, actually. But I'll pay for it.
[ He flashes the briefest of grins, one eyebrow cocking up above his shades — ]
Clock's ticking.
[— and turns the feed off. ]
( private to Rose )
Ladies. Strider needs a favour.
[ Why yes, he's talking to all of you. Or any of you, really. ]
I'm willing to offer a few hours of my time to the first pretty girl to lend me her Fly HM. Dinner, on me, anywhere in Goldenrod.
[ A beat. ]
Dinner on the table, actually. But I'll pay for it.
[ He flashes the briefest of grins, one eyebrow cocking up above his shades — ]
Clock's ticking.
[— and turns the feed off. ]
( private to Rose )
> Dave: Worry.
Aug. 25th, 2011 06:43 pmoh yeah im back in goldenrod
like you fucks werent already watching me
came out of violet with a badge so i guess it wasnt a total loss
falkners a pussy what else is new
and that dudes got some serious prejudice against flying types that arent birds
or maybe he just doesnt like charizards
or maybe he just doesnt like getting his ass handed to him on a silver platter with fancy greens
who knows
( private to Rose )
( private to Eridan )
like you fucks werent already watching me
came out of violet with a badge so i guess it wasnt a total loss
falkners a pussy what else is new
and that dudes got some serious prejudice against flying types that arent birds
or maybe he just doesnt like charizards
or maybe he just doesnt like getting his ass handed to him on a silver platter with fancy greens
who knows
( private to Rose )
( private to Eridan )
> Dave: Be the pied piper.
Jun. 13th, 2011 01:03 pm[ Oh, look! A blurry thumb! The 'Gear is fumbled for a moment — looks like someone's having trouble holding onto it, or aiming it the right direction, at any rate.
When the camera steadies, the cameraman finally comes into view.
It's a bird! No, it's a... bunch of birds! It's... a really bad scarecrow?
Actually, it's Dave Strider. Guess who left his bird swag on?
Dave is almost literally covered in Murkrows. They're clinging to his clothes, perched all over his arms and his head and shoulders, sitting on his feet.... One of them, nestled in beneath his jaw on the right side, as cloooose as she can get, is wearing an orange ribbon around her neck. She looks like she's sulking. ]
Caught one of those dog Pokémon lurking around — Houndour, I guess. They're Fire- and Dark-type.
[ He's apparently determined to pretend the crows aren't even fucking there, because when one of them pecks at the 'Gear, he just moves it aside slightly and continues in the same tone of voice. ]
Was battling with my Gyarados, but I actually had to break out Tock to knock out a couple of them before I found one that wasn't level Fuck You, Strider. We're probably lucky they're not aggressive.
[ The ribboned Murkrow on his shoulder suddenly puffs herself up and lashes out at her neighbour, scattering a few crows for all of twenty seconds. They settle back down, with Dave's Murkrow looking unhappier than ever.
A few crows are lifted in front of the camera as he raises his left arm. If you're watching closely, he reaches up to scratch lightly at his Murkrow's talon. ]
And I'm pretty sure I saw a Gengar earlier. Those weren't around here before.
[ This is effectively a query: anyone know what's going on?
Before he can actually ask, though (if he was even going to), a bird on his left shoulder makes a grab for his shades. Dave jerks his head away, and his own Murkrow snatches at the sunglasses from the opposite side.
The 'Gear clatters to the ground, landing faceup and with an excellent, if fleeting, view of a crow flying off, an orange ribbon around her neck and a pair of sunglasses in one claw. A moment later, a hand covers the camera completely, and the feed shuts off. ]
[ Feel free to approach; he's near the north edge of Goldenrod. Just don't expect him to be very friendly — or look you in the eye. ]
When the camera steadies, the cameraman finally comes into view.
It's a bird! No, it's a... bunch of birds! It's... a really bad scarecrow?
Actually, it's Dave Strider. Guess who left his bird swag on?
Dave is almost literally covered in Murkrows. They're clinging to his clothes, perched all over his arms and his head and shoulders, sitting on his feet.... One of them, nestled in beneath his jaw on the right side, as cloooose as she can get, is wearing an orange ribbon around her neck. She looks like she's sulking. ]
Caught one of those dog Pokémon lurking around — Houndour, I guess. They're Fire- and Dark-type.
[ He's apparently determined to pretend the crows aren't even fucking there, because when one of them pecks at the 'Gear, he just moves it aside slightly and continues in the same tone of voice. ]
Was battling with my Gyarados, but I actually had to break out Tock to knock out a couple of them before I found one that wasn't level Fuck You, Strider. We're probably lucky they're not aggressive.
[ The ribboned Murkrow on his shoulder suddenly puffs herself up and lashes out at her neighbour, scattering a few crows for all of twenty seconds. They settle back down, with Dave's Murkrow looking unhappier than ever.
A few crows are lifted in front of the camera as he raises his left arm. If you're watching closely, he reaches up to scratch lightly at his Murkrow's talon. ]
And I'm pretty sure I saw a Gengar earlier. Those weren't around here before.
[ This is effectively a query: anyone know what's going on?
Before he can actually ask, though (if he was even going to), a bird on his left shoulder makes a grab for his shades. Dave jerks his head away, and his own Murkrow snatches at the sunglasses from the opposite side.
The 'Gear clatters to the ground, landing faceup and with an excellent, if fleeting, view of a crow flying off, an orange ribbon around her neck and a pair of sunglasses in one claw. A moment later, a hand covers the camera completely, and the feed shuts off. ]
[ Feel free to approach; he's near the north edge of Goldenrod. Just don't expect him to be very friendly — or look you in the eye. ]
> Seppucrow: Embarrass trainer.
May. 22nd, 2011 01:49 pm[ The video feed comes on to a whirling myriad of colours and cacophony of sounds. When it finally steadies (somewhat), it becomes apparent that the 'Gear is being held by a bird Pokémon, flying overhead. Her trainer stands below, stopped for the moment and looking up at her. ]
Are you even fucking serious right now? You're stealing shit from me? What, are you gonna put a fucking bow on it and drop it on my head in fifteen minutes?
[ Close to the 'Gear, a Murkrow krows cheerfully. ]
It better be fucking wrapped, that's all I'm saying. If you're gonna steal my shit and pretend it's a gift for me, I want the whole nine yards. A nice card, too. Leave a little message inside, like, 'You're the coolest trainer, Dave! It means so much to me that you've put up with all my incredible bullshi—
[ He's cut off rather suddenly by a Pokéball at his waist bursting open. When the flash of light resolves, a Magikarp is on the ground, flopping frantically and karping at the top of its stupid lungs.
Dave takes a brief moment, slipping his hand beneath his shades to rub his eyes. When he drops his hand, he stares at the frenzied fish. ]
I'm gonna buy you a fucking leash if you keep doing this shit.
[ If he was going to return the Magikarp, he's already lost his chance. The 'Gear is circling tightly around the scene, and now sweeps closer, closer, closer—
and clatters to the ground, tumbling over a few times before landing faceup. You may catch a brief glimpse of the former cameramon carrying away her prize: a struggling orange fish.
Dave picks up the 'Gear, apparently unaware that it's on. ]
All that shit I said still holds! Sign the fucking card!
[ It's then that he glances down, and his mouth quirks downward briefly when he notices the 'Gear is recording. Only a beat passes before he speaks, nonchalantly. ]
Caught a Magikarp in Cherrygrove. It's been popping out of its ball all day, though. [ He turns the feed to follow his Murkrow and the fish through the sky. ] Maybe this is a better plan.
[ With the camera still on them, the bird finally loses her precarious grip on her struggling teammate, and the fish begins plummeting to Earth. Dave seems unconcerned, but as it approaches the ground, a beam of light shoots out from behind the 'Gear and returns the Magikarp safely. ]
Feathery asshole can't do anything right.
Are you even fucking serious right now? You're stealing shit from me? What, are you gonna put a fucking bow on it and drop it on my head in fifteen minutes?
[ Close to the 'Gear, a Murkrow krows cheerfully. ]
It better be fucking wrapped, that's all I'm saying. If you're gonna steal my shit and pretend it's a gift for me, I want the whole nine yards. A nice card, too. Leave a little message inside, like, 'You're the coolest trainer, Dave! It means so much to me that you've put up with all my incredible bullshi—
[ He's cut off rather suddenly by a Pokéball at his waist bursting open. When the flash of light resolves, a Magikarp is on the ground, flopping frantically and karping at the top of its stupid lungs.
Dave takes a brief moment, slipping his hand beneath his shades to rub his eyes. When he drops his hand, he stares at the frenzied fish. ]
I'm gonna buy you a fucking leash if you keep doing this shit.
[ If he was going to return the Magikarp, he's already lost his chance. The 'Gear is circling tightly around the scene, and now sweeps closer, closer, closer—
and clatters to the ground, tumbling over a few times before landing faceup. You may catch a brief glimpse of the former cameramon carrying away her prize: a struggling orange fish.
Dave picks up the 'Gear, apparently unaware that it's on. ]
All that shit I said still holds! Sign the fucking card!
[ It's then that he glances down, and his mouth quirks downward briefly when he notices the 'Gear is recording. Only a beat passes before he speaks, nonchalantly. ]
Caught a Magikarp in Cherrygrove. It's been popping out of its ball all day, though. [ He turns the feed to follow his Murkrow and the fish through the sky. ] Maybe this is a better plan.
[ With the camera still on them, the bird finally loses her precarious grip on her struggling teammate, and the fish begins plummeting to Earth. Dave seems unconcerned, but as it approaches the ground, a beam of light shoots out from behind the 'Gear and returns the Magikarp safely. ]
Feathery asshole can't do anything right.
> Dave: Be the cool kid.
May. 15th, 2011 01:41 pm( cut for courier ♥ )
[ and since I forgot it in my OOC intro, if you don't want me to use Dave's font when threading with you, comment on his permissions post! ]
[ and since I forgot it in my OOC intro, if you don't want me to use Dave's font when threading with you, comment on his permissions post! ]
> Voicemail
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Additionally, if you would prefer that I not use Dave's font when threading with you, let me know here! Just leave me a comment with your character's names and journals, please. ♥