SOS.

I'm turning a new shade of pink.

Send sunscreen and maybe an umbrella.

Ah, this is the one time where I'm at an advantage for a while. I'm no good with sleep.

But, the good thing is, I guess I'm good at keeping people awake? My... my roommate used to tell me that I used to keep him up all the time, so I guess I can help out if anyone's having trouble.

Where are truckers in our hour of need, though? I mean, come on.

[ Kano's just laying on his bed, looking completely out of it and there's some sick on his mouth and he just generally looks pathetic and miserable with the dark circles beneath his eyes even darker than usual. Not like he can really move, right now. He's a lump and he's kind of teary. He's got his device nestled on the mattress far enough to look ( Read more... )

So those things are gone, right?

I can sleep again?

Best!

Birthday!

Ever!

I knew those candles were magic last year! I'm finally a superhero! Weeeee! Worry not, citizens, no crime can stop what it can't see!

I think I lost something totally inconsequent, like my appendix or something, I don't know. Nothing external... I'm functioning okay... I, uh, think. I mean, I'm not dead yet, so it probably wasn't something too important ( Read more... )

[ He's just kind of sitting, with his knees to his chin, curled in his long coat. He's smiling ruefully, shaking his head a little. It's at an upward angle, since he can't really hold up his device. ]This kind of thing, only crazy people should have to to worry about. 'Man, are they just gonna say fuck it and cut it out?' But, that's not something ( Read more... )

So, hypothetically... if someone were to go to the art room, how feasible do you think it would be to make macaroni art with their elbows? Like, providing there is macaroni and glue and no one's going to try to save the citizens of the science dome from them trying to macaroni people to death or something. I don't really know what's in there ( Read more... )

[ This is Kano, attempting to ingest some food by smushing his tied off sleeves together to hold it in place. He tried toes. Toes are just not an option. But hey, he's eating, and that's a miracle. But he looks not happy. ]I feel this like, awful deja vu about angry plant vines. I don't know what it is, but something in us is just really not cool ( Read more... )

[ Welp. He realizes, he should have guessed this would happen. He's not surprised to wake up, like the other people he's seen. He is surprised to see that he's restrained by his arms, each finger carefully strapped down beneath a thick band, at each knuckle. A harder band clutches each wrists and elbows to a steel table. He pulls himself up. Above ( Read more... )