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[mouthiness.livejournal.com]

[Coming into Deadpool's headspace, you might just go into sensory overload. The area is like being in the eye of a hurricane only instead of an actual storm there's thoughts and memories. Images, sounds, and scenes all whirl by, never staying for long enough to get too good of a look. Snippets of fights, the faces of friends, lyrics to annoying songs... They're there if you want to see. Just not for long.

Sitting on a couch in the middle of the space watching a TV that changes channels as quickly as the memories swirl around, is an in costume Deadpool. Well, not the Deadpool but a Deadpool. If you're around him you may notice he flickers like a broken TV, which makes it quite easy to tell him apart form the real one if he decides to visit. But for now he's going to just sit here and bounce popcorn off his mask and back into the bowl in an endless loop.

Hey, it's better than doing nothing. Not much better but still. It's something]


((Just FYI: Deadpool himself won't be in his headspace much unless asked for. His representative will be chatty but... Yeah. He doesn't want to be in his head if he can help it. If you want him feel free to poke me on AIM/send a message or mention in the comment that you want him to pop in. :D))

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[checkbelowdecks.livejournal.com]

[she's just leaning against the doorframe, peeking in.]

You know, that doesn't look very productive at all.

[mouthiness.livejournal.com]

[Waves at her while throwing another piece of popcorn at his face with his other hand]

[checkbelowdecks.livejournal.com]

[amused] Talking, breathing, and sitting on your ass?

[a blink. Did he just flicker?]

[mouthiness.livejournal.com]

[He probably did but he's not acknowledging it. He puts his hand on his chest]

[checkbelowdecks.livejournal.com]

[watching carefully now, but she continues talking like nothing's wrong.

That is, she's matching his level of melodrama:]

It was very special, dear. But alas, your odd hallucinogenic room is slowly wearing it away to nothing.

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

[Elektra is pinching the bridge of her nose. It was hard to say whether she was checking in on people or had simply gotten lost in the craziness; probably a bit of both. In any case, she sighs.]

Headache aside, I almost envy you.

[mouthiness.livejournal.com]

[The Deadpool tilts his head over the couch, smiling]

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

[Elektra offers a small smile back. At least this headspace isn't trying to kill her.]

Fine. This place isn't too bad.

[mouthiness.livejournal.com]

[He waves her over. COME SIT WITH HIM]

[ultimaverum.livejournal.com]

[OF COURSE HE CAME HERE EVENTUALLY. But this flickery bullshit is giving him a headache, so instead of greeting Deadpool, he just presses his fingers to his temples and: ]

Jesus...

[mouthiness.livejournal.com]

[OH HEY HE HEARD THAT because lol you're in his head bb. But look! Deadpool actually stands up off the couch!]

[ultimaverum.livejournal.com]

[STANDING? FOR LITTLE OLD HIM? OH WADE YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE]

[Squints up at him a little]

Wade...? [WHY WOULD YOU BE HANGING OUT IN HERE...]

[mouthiness.livejournal.com]

[THAT IS THE DEPTH OF HIS LOVE]

[checkbelowdecks.livejournal.com]

[she's just leaning against the doorframe, peeking in.]

You know, that doesn't look very productive at all.

[mouthiness.livejournal.com]

[Waves at her while throwing another piece of popcorn at his face with his other hand]

[checkbelowdecks.livejournal.com]

[amused] Talking, breathing, and sitting on your ass?

[a blink. Did he just flicker?]

[mouthiness.livejournal.com]

[He probably did but he's not acknowledging it. He puts his hand on his chest]

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

[Elektra is pinching the bridge of her nose. It was hard to say whether she was checking in on people or had simply gotten lost in the craziness; probably a bit of both. In any case, she sighs.]

Headache aside, I almost envy you.

[mouthiness.livejournal.com]

[The Deadpool tilts his head over the couch, smiling]

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

[Elektra offers a small smile back. At least this headspace isn't trying to kill her.]

Fine. This place isn't too bad.

[mouthiness.livejournal.com]

[He waves her over. COME SIT WITH HIM]

[ultimaverum.livejournal.com]

[OF COURSE HE CAME HERE EVENTUALLY. But this flickery bullshit is giving him a headache, so instead of greeting Deadpool, he just presses his fingers to his temples and: ]

Jesus...

[mouthiness.livejournal.com]

[OH HEY HE HEARD THAT because lol you're in his head bb. But look! Deadpool actually stands up off the couch!]

[ultimaverum.livejournal.com]

[STANDING? FOR LITTLE OLD HIM? OH WADE YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE]

[Squints up at him a little]

Wade...? [WHY WOULD YOU BE HANGING OUT IN HERE...]

[mouthiness.livejournal.com]

[THAT IS THE DEPTH OF HIS LOVE]