cyan_maid: (Ping!)
Jane Crocker ([personal profile] cyan_maid) wrote2016-07-17 06:37 pm
Entry tags:

Victory Road IC Inbox



Ring, ring...ring, ring... beep!

Hello! You've reached Jane Crocker. Sorry I couldn't pick up at the moment, but if you could please leave your name, number, and a brief message, I'll get back to you as soon as possible!
uber_marionettist: The unavoidable sun (Here it comes)

[personal profile] uber_marionettist 2020-02-25 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
It's not 'a sex thing,' no. Although if you want to play around with that, you go right ahead. I could make you some new dolls for it, if you wanted.

[Ahem.]

But anyway. You're on a track. Good. It's a track which intersects with at least one of the right ones, maybe more if you steer your metaphorical trolley through the right problems.

Maybe not the 'you' that exists right now, or right here. Maybe not 'you' at all, right now or right here.

Does that help at all?


[My part in this isn't about not being unhelpful so much as it is about being unhelpful in the right ways.]

On a more 'here and now' note, I'm not totally clear on what 'doing right' by this thing would mean in its case. However, I'm pretty sure it can kill me in one shot, just like anything else here. So there's that.

[I just get the feeling that any death inflicted on this abomination would be deemed 'just,' if you catch my drift.]
uber_marionettist: (Paint me as a villain)

[personal profile] uber_marionettist 2020-02-29 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Her text says 'no,' but I'm thinking 'yes.' I could have made them anatomically correct to begin with, but I didn't want her to get distracted. Now, though, I'm thinking... why stop there? Why stop at anatomically correct detailing when the medium allows for so much more? The potential for creativity in fantasy is limitless.

I stop to pencil a note in that book John had delivered to the fucking police station, then get back to her.
]

I'm surprised you even need to ask. It's easy. I can't speak to the painlessness of it, mind you, but Jake never seemed to suffer. Not that he's in the habit of telling the truth, especially when it comes to matters of a personal nature.

Anyway, I'd suggest calling a psychic, or at least a psychic-type. But as I've yet to find one that doesn't completely hate me, you'll have to do it yourself.


[Based on the way they'd crowded around at the ruins, I can only assume the Unown were originally more curious than pissed, but then there was that whole dimensional rift affair... so yeah, I guess you could say the psychic kind know there's something about me and they don't want anything to do with it. Sure it's inconvenient, but I can't say I blame them. It's gotten pretty messy in here.]
uber_marionettist: (But with my head)

Dirk 100% expects August to bite the shit out of him

[personal profile] uber_marionettist 2020-03-04 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Since I don't really expect it to lie to my face and then collapse into a weeping, wrongfully-persecuted victim when it's called on it, being 'gentle' will be easy, if somewhat relative.]

I can't tell if you're leading me into a riff off 'playing with fire' on purpose or not here. But yeah, all right. I'll get me my Poke-rabies shot and we'll see what makes this thing tick.

Assuming it's ticking at all, I'll hope it's not a time bomb.