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[Dec. 16th, 2006|11:36 pm] |
Five exploded laboratory benches and one really fucking painful headlong flight out the window later, and there's something that might be the cure to this wretched condition, if it would... actually hold still long enough to be tested.
And... actually, it's gone and escaped into the halls. If you see a bright blue glob gamboling down the corridor, I want nuffin' nothing to do with it. I'd appreciate it if it could be disposed of, though I don't recommend exposing it near open flame.
So far all the other 'cures' have left me with, in corder: neon green hair (back to normal now, which is a relief), spectacular rashes, the inexplicable desire to rub myself up against the nearest wall (averted by jumping into the nearest shower) and an irrational craving for chocolate-covered rhubarb, which is taking a while to wear off.
This is taking too fucking long. DiZ, have you had any better luck?
[ooc: i em not ded, rly. strikeouts private, but hackable to the talented. ♥; As for the blobthing, it's just an offhanded mention, but if you want to do something with it... go ahead? D: HI I HOPE THAT'S OK] |
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[Dec. 1st, 2006|09:01 pm] |
Shit, I knew there was going to be trouble.
The potion's formula was imperfect, as most of you are discovering-- there's a good reason I put it in the discard bin, but clearly some fucking idiot prankster has taken the liberty of distributing it amongst the edibles of the Lair. Bit too much saltpeter in the mix, I'm afraid; it wasn't even supposed to alter one's entire body to begin with, but... well.
I'm not entirely sure if the effects are permanent shit, I should hope not or temporary; perhaps looking into some kind of cure would be a good idea.
I am rather sharply recalling why I detested being sixteen, and the reminder is anything but pleasant. Fucking hormones.
[ooc: strikeouts there as he... attempts to rein in his pottymouth. :x] |
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[Nov. 23rd, 2006|03:03 am] |
...Raptors.
I nearly got eaten; someone call pest control.
...Someone's been in my lab.
[ooc: Such a pot of conversation, Vexen.] |
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[Nov. 17th, 2006|09:07 pm] |
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... This is not good.
Not good at all. |
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[Oct. 23rd, 2006|11:30 am] |
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Oh, this is just a splendid state of affairs.
Apparently, I don't actually have any spare coats and I already threw the other one out to the Dusks. Genius, as usual-- not.
And no, I refuse to borrow anyone else's. I don't want to know where they've been.
So, apologies in advance: you'll all just have to put up with the sight of my chemical burns until I find a replacement.
Or you could just make the effort to avoid me, of course.
Have a nice day.
[OOC: LOL WTF SAM. I mean uh. So, yeah. I DECLARE THIS TO BE SHIRTLESS VEXEN WEEK/DAY/MONTH WHATEVER. ph33r the chemical burnage. 8D *IS CRACKED BECAUSE SHE NEEDS MORE SLEEP] |
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[Oct. 23rd, 2006|02:16 am] |
Thanks to the sterling efforts of someone who shall remain unnamed, I can consign another one of my coats into the darkness from whence it came, because the zipper treads no longer mesh together properly.
Hmph. |
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[Oct. 9th, 2006|09:14 pm] |
More new people around? Ah, well.
It's not as if the levels of sheer chaos around here are going to be affected any.
...
... In completely inane news, I utterly despise having my hair this short. There's always that five seconds where I feel like I'm about to get knifed in the ribs every time a pass a mirror... before I realize it's just my reflection. It's getting to be a nuisance. |
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| CARING FOR SHADOW KITTENS 101 |
[Sep. 30th, 2006|03:20 pm] |
To forestall anyone banging down my door again I suppose I might as well put this up here, before anyone asks me the same twenty questions
CARING FOR SHADOW KITTENS 101
Congratulations! Not. You have just bought grabbed been inflicted with adopted a Shadow Kitten or several, henceforth referred to as SKs or 'Sucks' in this document. Life with your SK can be painful challenging for one unfamiliar with them, which is why this guide seeks to set out the basics so that even retarded swordswingers the most inexperienced SK owner knows how to raise a healthy, happy kitten!
( 1. Appearance )
( 2. Diet )
( 3. Grooming )
( 4. Diseases )
Are there any further questions? Dear Garden I hope not.
((Typing all of that killed a little bit of my soul. MY GOD, I HAVE NO LIFE.)) |
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[Sep. 24th, 2006|07:41 pm] |
This isn't half bad, really. I don't even have to relocate most of my equipment.
...I do need to do something about these cats. |
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[Sep. 7th, 2006|08:41 pm] |
[PRIVATE]
. . . my hair . . .
[/PRIVATE]
Well, that was a grand waste of eight years' time, wasn't it? |
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[Aug. 30th, 2006|09:11 pm] |
OH FOR THE LOVE OF RADIANT GARDEN.
Today has served admirably as a flashing, neon-light reminder of why I am never. Ever. Having children.
Ever.
If anyone needs me, I'm probably trying to hide under my bed. Or erasing the soul-scarring images from my mind.
SINCE WHEN IS THERE A SIGN ON MY DOORS THAT READS "MIDWIFE", I'D LIKE TO KNOW
i'mseriouslynotcutoutforthisafterlifebusiness. ohgods. |
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[Aug. 27th, 2006|06:09 pm] |
I'm starting to wonder if it would be a good idea to move out of this quarter of the basement, except that relocating all the accursed lab equipment and experiments would be... too much of a hassle. Ugh.
The reason I set up my lab here was for some peace and quiet, but that's... not looking likely, these days.
Also, did I just promise Namine I'd keep that Sora-shadow away from her? I rather think I did. Hmmh, must have been a moment of insanity. |
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[Aug. 24th, 2006|05:58 am] |
[PRIVATE]
Having that stupid Sora-shadow around makes me rather miss my own Riku-replica.
Admittedly, I have no idea where the hell he is now. Sora probably killed it. You know, like he's killed virtually everyone else in this castle.
Oh except me, because Axel took care of that. Me, bitter? Perhaps just a bit.
...This is getting rather pathetic, so I'll end here. |
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| hmph. |
[Aug. 19th, 2006|04:57 pm] |
So for ease of communication, I've decided to obtain one of those. Things. Instant messenger screen-names.
Contact me at Thisisfartooshor on AIM if you need to find me. I can't guarantee I'll be there all the time, but it's better than nothing. Try not to make it completely random, mm? |
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| excerpt: vexen's notes |
[Aug. 19th, 2006|12:18 pm] |
'Interesting, it would appear that pixie dust responds even to the thoughts memories hearts will of those who have died with their hearts intact.
Most peculiar, but very helpful information. I Nobodies appear to be incapable of utilizing it, which is unfortunate; were we possessed of such a means of transportation, conquering worlds getting out of here would have been easier.
NTS: 1. design experiment to test hypothesis on this matter
2. contact that Rhodes individual about cleaning this place up.'
((Yes, Vexen's journal is .... IMAGE INTENSIVE. Transcribed, because frankly, even I can barely read my faked Vexen-writing. XD)) |
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| emerging from the depths of the lab for a snack, only to find... |
[Aug. 15th, 2006|12:49 am] |
...
Well.
This is a surprise.
I knew all that hubbub was too loud to be rats.
So much for having this place all to myself.
So, it would appear that all of us are alive and well, for a given value of alive. And with some newer faces and familiar ones-- didn't I throw some of you out some time ago?, as well?
Truly astounding, but you'll forgive me if I'm not particularly sociable-- I have a number of experiments in my laboratory non-sentient, I assure you that require my constant attention, after all. And don't even think about it-- like hell I'm letting any of you in here.
In all honesty, this is a relief. I was worried I was going to have to resort to talking to myself for a while back there. |
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