urbandev: (bitchplease.)
[The camera slides down along the length of their door, starting from the number (712) to wear a decapitated plush horse head lies on the floor, stuffing still bulging from the, er, wound.]

Incredibly mature. Is someone trying to tell me something?

[Camera off.]

[Private to Gren/Unhackable.]

Twentry-four hours. You can do it.

If there's anything I can do to help, Gren, please let me know.

[46]

Aug. 25th, 2008 01:35 pm
urbandev: (2cute)
Today reminds me of the children's story book about the old Grandmother, her foolish young apprentice, and the magic pasta pot...

Maybe tomorrow it will rain Club Soda to wash out all the stains?

[OOC: This post is, obviously, a day backdated.

Dumb me is dumb.]

[36]

Jul. 24th, 2008 11:09 pm
urbandev: (Default)
So after six hours of searching, I finally find my coat and it won't --

I'll be around tomorrow if anyone needs me.

[17]

Apr. 8th, 2008 03:55 pm
urbandev: (OMGWTFBBQ)
It's only the 8th?

This is going to be a very long month.

OOC: Cursed like a cursed thing. He appears about 70, and is less than happy about it. Icon phail, but feel free to torment him about it.

[9]

Mar. 21st, 2008 07:59 am
urbandev: (Default)
....I woke up this morning and I think the coffee pot told me I drink too much.

That's not possible, right?

[OOC: Reeve has a bad case of If These Walls Could Talk.]

[7]

Mar. 19th, 2008 07:50 am
urbandev: (OMGWTFBBQ)
I'm not leaving my room today.

Don't even ask.

OOC: Because he's cursed like a cursed thing. Body, libido, the works. Poor boy.

[6]

Mar. 17th, 2008 05:58 pm
urbandev: (heroes... forever and ever...)
I suppose this is a curse? Everyone seems to be dropping things, breaking mirrors, it all seems terribly uncomfortable. I guess I'm unaffected -- well, other than droves of black cats seem to have swarmed the apartment. I suppose that's not entirely a reversal of fortune for me, though.

Does anyone need bandages or anything I can fetch for them?
urbandev: (Default)
Rabid Vincent.

[Static and laughter] Vincent frolicking in the woods with all the squirrels and and raccoons and whatever other animals carry rabies.

Like one of those cartoons Marlene watches.

This image is too hilarious not to share. Not that I'm not compelled to share it anyway.

I mean, he's part dog, right? He totally could get rabies.

If he reads this I am so very, very dead.

Assuming I don't just kill myself of embarrassment at midnight.
urbandev: (Awash in red)
Hello? Is anyone getting this? My PHS appears to be working – if anyone can read this, please let me know.

I would also like an explanation for what just happened. Twenty minutes ago I was outside Junon fighting – never mind, the point is, this isn't Junon.

What is this place? Or rather, where am I? Anyone? Some help would be greatly appreciated.

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