After his vacation business trip to Canada, Tucker has less than zero interest in going back to Minnesota. Much less, the Mall of America. But, he goes. Mainly, because that's where the plane lands.
( Cut loose, footloose. )

ooc: Okay. I forgot to post this. I swear, I wrote it weeks ago, but then with the move, etc... I guess I just didn't. Anyway, this will clarify some of the things I've been writing recently. This is the portion of Tucker's training during which he learns what happened to his father, who disappeared when Tucker was in his early teens, and who was ( Read more... )

Tucker has turned into a diva. Now that he's in Canada and is free to be swishy and rich, he's diva-ing out. He insists that he and Warren stay at the Windsor Arms Hotel. He insists that they take a cab from the airport and don't rent a car. He insists that there be some kind of order-in or room-service waiting for them when they get to their room ( Read more... )

Tucker has a panic attack. S'Vayres, being a cocksucking dickhead assface of the highest order, notices this about ten minutes into it. Thirty minutes into it, he calls off training for the night and orders Tucker to go to the Serta store and pass out in earnest for a while ( Read more... )

Now that I'm more or less moved in and have internet, I'm available to play in TM again. However, as I've sworn a blood oath to RP less, I'm going to keep my interaction a little limited. Meaning, no big plots on my horizon. The biggest plot would be getting him back to Boston and I'd kind of like to torture him with the separation for a bit longer ( Read more... )

TO: ROBO.PIMP.DADDY@GMAIL.COM ( Read more... )

All right. I've gotten my marching orders. I ship out tomorrow. Fucking TOMORROW. Good thing I'm not ordering anything on eBay or waiting on a doctor's appointment. I (let me repeat this) ship out tomorrow. To a "Top Secret Training Facility" that sounds... actually, it sounds horrible. I was picturing a city in the clouds. Maybe Metropolis, or at ( Read more... )