95.5 - when autumn leaves start to fall

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

[for once, there's no broadcast. this Monday evening finds Mark stretched out in a pile of leaves, with a few pillows he's wished up to give it some more substance and squish. his boombox is nearby, but he's not blasting it, per se - anyone who comes within six feet or so will be able to hear what he's listening to.

he's got a book in his hands, and his journal propped open in the leaves nearby, a flashlight tucked in the pocket of his shirt to read by, now that the sun's gone down, and a blanket over his shoulders]

.... Okay, so ... how've I gone from ten minutes to a building blowing up, to ... group therapy? Jesus, this book is whacked. ... [he snickers to himself and keeps on reading]

I love it already. ... [and then he tosses a remark toward the journal]

How's everyone else killin' time during good ole Leafstock?

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[lord-wizard.livejournal.com]

Bothering you.

[Have a Felix, Mark, leaning up a nearby tree]

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

Hey, works for me. [he marks his spot and looks up] How's it goin'?

[all things that occured in headspaces are forgiven, of course. this is how bros roll]

[lord-wizard.livejournal.com]

[Felix shrugs, smiling]

I suppose I cannot complain more than anyone else at this juncture.

Dictated

[jamesholmes.livejournal.com]

Reading, and attempting to stay off the cold ground. [He aches man, it's no fun for him.] And attempting to not fall out of my impromptu bed as well I suppose. [Piece of canvas and some rope and he made himself a sort of hammock in the limbs of a tree.]

May I ask what book you are reading however to illicit that reaction?

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

You can wish stuff up, still, y'know. I bet you could get a nice comfy armchair to show up under all these leaves.

... The book? S'called Fight Club. Gabe told me I should read it. S'pretty weird so far, but I think I kinda like it.

Dictated, Filtered away from First-Gens and Baddies

[inmylight-comdr.livejournal.com]

Trying to ignore it and get started on the control tower and landing pad. Not sure how effective it'll be with all these leaves, though.

What book are you reading?

/to end

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you'll probably need to wish up a few leaf blowers for that one. Good luck!

... Fight Club. Ever heard of it?

[eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com]

[Nora's sprawled in the leaves next to him, resting her head against his leg as she reads her own copy of the same book. She laughs]

I know, right? Hey, what page are you on?

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

End of Chapter 2... how the hell are they not realizing that this chick's a faker when she's going to testicular cancer sessions?!

[admonishes.livejournal.com]

[ What's that, you want to hang with your new biffle Raenef? OKAY. He's got a handful of leaves stuck in his hair but he has since given up trying to get them out. Instead, he shuffles on over and waves! Be proud of him, Mark! He scored some modern looking clothes -- jeans, a t-shirt and a giant hooded sweater that is way too big for him.

But hey man, he's warm. ]

Hey, Mark!

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

[he is proud, Raenef. SO VERY PROUD. in fact, he almost didn't recognize you in your hip new threads. he marks his spot in his book with a big, red-and-orange mottled leaf and waves]

Hey, man! How ya doin'?

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

Waiting for the ridiculousness to end. Same old.

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

No leafy shenanigans?

[lord-wizard.livejournal.com]

Bothering you.

[Have a Felix, Mark, leaning up a nearby tree]

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

Hey, works for me. [he marks his spot and looks up] How's it goin'?

[all things that occured in headspaces are forgiven, of course. this is how bros roll]

Dictated

[jamesholmes.livejournal.com]

Reading, and attempting to stay off the cold ground. [He aches man, it's no fun for him.] And attempting to not fall out of my impromptu bed as well I suppose. [Piece of canvas and some rope and he made himself a sort of hammock in the limbs of a tree.]

May I ask what book you are reading however to illicit that reaction?

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

You can wish stuff up, still, y'know. I bet you could get a nice comfy armchair to show up under all these leaves.

... The book? S'called Fight Club. Gabe told me I should read it. S'pretty weird so far, but I think I kinda like it.

Dictated, Filtered away from First-Gens and Baddies

[inmylight-comdr.livejournal.com]

Trying to ignore it and get started on the control tower and landing pad. Not sure how effective it'll be with all these leaves, though.

What book are you reading?

/to end

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you'll probably need to wish up a few leaf blowers for that one. Good luck!

... Fight Club. Ever heard of it?

[eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com]

[Nora's sprawled in the leaves next to him, resting her head against his leg as she reads her own copy of the same book. She laughs]

I know, right? Hey, what page are you on?

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

End of Chapter 2... how the hell are they not realizing that this chick's a faker when she's going to testicular cancer sessions?!

[admonishes.livejournal.com]

[ What's that, you want to hang with your new biffle Raenef? OKAY. He's got a handful of leaves stuck in his hair but he has since given up trying to get them out. Instead, he shuffles on over and waves! Be proud of him, Mark! He scored some modern looking clothes -- jeans, a t-shirt and a giant hooded sweater that is way too big for him.

But hey man, he's warm. ]

Hey, Mark!

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

[he is proud, Raenef. SO VERY PROUD. in fact, he almost didn't recognize you in your hip new threads. he marks his spot in his book with a big, red-and-orange mottled leaf and waves]

Hey, man! How ya doin'?

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

Waiting for the ridiculousness to end. Same old.

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

No leafy shenanigans?