Entries tagged with much

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[All of this is recorded. and probably replies too. Have a high-pitched, little girl. Who doesn't like cleaning... or roaches. Is propped up on the top of a dresser, poking the journal with her pen, to emphasize her point.]

Hodgins! Get these yucky bugs out of my room!!! Or crazy roomie, get them out! There is such a huge freaking mess, you nasty man!

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thirty-fourth theft ;; Dictated

[Totally backdated to this morning, yo.So Rikku is sleeping. Curled up against a pillow. But a little warmer. She starts to wake up, not really noticing the difference yet. She stretches slowly, making adorable little noises. ]

That was a nice sleep-time!

[Stretches her arms out, and encounters a face. Wut. She looks over calmly, and eyes pop open as she shuffles herself away from the person, knocking her journal off the night-table and open onto the floor.]

Who are you!?! Get the heck out of my bed, you creep!! [Much, hope you're ready to hit the floor, she's definitely trying to push you off the bed.]

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18 - Source of the problem

[Filtered to Allan-A-Dale]

[Have a few pen taps, Allan, before Much sighs and speaks into the journal]

Are you in your room?

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17 - Some things are difficult

( Private )

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16 - Good 'ol denial

[Much is off in the woods, regardless of the possibility that there this one of those stupid din-o-saurs there. He's practising with his sword, mostly. He is certainly not thinking about any home truths Allan may have thrown his way, because those are stupid and so is Allan.

Take that, you tree B/]

[[ooc: Open post is totally open]]

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15 - Something's missing

AH! I...appear to be having some difficulties remembering... everything.

[Rustle of paper, hello memories]

I wonder who Erik is. Well, there must be something amongst these which can tel- OH MY GOD WE HAVE A MURDERING OPERA GHOST?!!

...Wait. What is an opera?

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14 - Would you like a date?

Um, well, yes.

I seem to have been bought for... whatever we are being bought for, by a Lady Aya?

What do you wish of me, My Lady?

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13 - Doom on you

[Robin & Allan]

I don't know which one of you did it, but when I find out, I shall murder you in your sleep.

WITH A CUSHION!!!

[And, after a moment's thought]

[Marian]

Do you mind if I kill Robin with a cushion?

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12 - Victory!

[Dictated, because he's oh oh pleased with himself]

I did it!! Thanks to Lexington, I now know how to used the macro-wive.

[...Though he'll NEVER learn how to say it right]

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11 - Training

[Much has been quietly preparing himself for his day of reckoning with the Macro-wive. Luckily, he hasn't heard about the laundry room incident. He's currently standing outside, a small cardboard box on a table beside him. On the front of the box, he has drawn what appear to be crude microwave controls. He's studying it VERY intently. Clearly, this weirdo needs to be bothered]

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10. Not like home

[Much, rather than picking one of the safe zones, has headed out into the woods. After all, woods are his thing. He can HANDLE woods. He's quietly cooking some rabbit on a spit over a fire, all the while keeping his eye out for any possible danger. Though he may not have psychotic doctors in his time, he's certainly used to people wanting to kill him]

[ooc: Mostly for Lexington, but anyone is free to wander over if they're around and about]]

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09. Should have stayed in bed

Well, now I really understand what "be careful what you wish for" means. I shall never do that again.

[There is a drumming of fingers for a moment]

[Albus]

How is your friend? Has he awoken yet?

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robin hood

thirty-first arrow

[ooc: B-Backdated to yesterday morning during the wish stuff :( Much wished Robin would love him more~ So he is.]

[knocking on Much's door. repeatedly. almost annoyingly. he needs his manservant D:]

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08. Cultural Ignorance

Why is there a strange outfit in my room? It looks to be some sort of cloak, but...perhaps not.

...It is not a dress is it? Because despite what Robin might say, I am a man, and I do not wear dresses.

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Entry the Seventeenth: Sir Isaac Newton

[Gellert sat outside leaning back against the stone wall of the tower.

The sun shining down on the blonde's head and a quill and notebook in his hands as he worked, oblivious as to what was going on at the top of the tower above him.]

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[THE TOWN OF FAIRFIELD]

[It's a lovely day, folks. Sunshine, blue skies, sweating buckets as usual, you know.

Winchester will be going up later, says Whip.]

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07 - Normality

I have decided I do not like these 'losses', and I do not wish to have any more. Not ever. It is good to have my eyesight back again.

...But at least I was not a fat German woman.

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06 - Guessing

[Feel free to notice 'Blinkin' standing in the lobby, his hand shielding his eyes as he looks into the distance. He turns as he looks, so he inevitably ends up staring at a wall for a few minutes, before turning back. To mix it up, he occasionally puts a hand to his ear.]

[ooc:Open post, feel free to mock - unexpectedly being dragged out, be back in a few hours]]

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05 - Not cooking squirrel

[Much is waiting outside in the garden for the Question, the promised rabbit cooking on a spit over a fire. He's humming a happy little tune to himself as he goes about his cookly duties]

[ooc: Open post is totally open]]

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Arba'a: The Merry Men Round up

[Djaq is sat in the summer sun, at the table that Will had made. His son is sat on the grass, trying to work on the table leg with the wooden saw of his toy carpentry set.

Glancing away from her book, she looks down at the dark haired little boy playing, so much of his father within him.

She smiles taking a strawberry from the plates of food on the table, as she waits for the others to arrive.]