Islington. You had better read this, you pompous twit In the hypothetical situation in which my flatmates intend to gang up on me with rope and ferns and I continue to lack the kind of patience to deal with that brand of nonsense- do you have a sofa I can borrow until they're bored of the idea?

Not a word from you, Lady Door. I will remind you ( Read more... )

Tell me you've heard the news.

[Some of you may remember this face. He looks decidedly unimpressed.]

This again. Joy of joys.

What did I miss?

[ooc; lol hi]

This City never ceases to be entertaining. Some of the things people get up to, really. Hours of fun ( Read more... )

I have a question.

What day is it? Out of, you know, curiosity. Adding to that, what kind of bloody mess is this place lately?

Investing in a calendar might be a good idea.

In other news, if I never see an orange again it will be too soon.

[locked to his beloved employer and also Doulyface ( Read more... )

Has anyone considered what it would mean if this City is, actually, controlled by fish, or some other such creature? I like to imagine that, deep inside dear, dear Iron Man, there is a fishbowl.

Think about it. I feel like it's just as possible as the rest of the theories about him I've seen. And wouldn't it be nice to have a City pet ( Read more... )

As a bit of an off topic statement, considering recent events involving...buses? Right, whichever, regardless:

Do not trust the angel Islington. It is psychotic and will make an attempt on your life if you cross it.

In other news, my tags have been stolen, it's exceedingly cold out, and Sir Warrior owes me a favor.

ooc| blah blah while I was ( Read more... )

Oh, this is hilarious. I don't owe that man anything, do I? Other than my polite cooperation, I should say, considering he did so rudely summon me from my very busy life ( Read more... )