"They don't respect me, thats what it is," Neil said mournfully. "Go to the shops, Neil, make me breakfast, Neil. For once I wish I was out of this bloody house," Neil said, shoulders sagging. He turned around, pot of lentil soup in hand.

"....oh."

Well. He was out of the house.

T: Neil, from the show Young Ones. Thats all there is to that.

Walking along the vast corridors of the Titanic II, the World's only museum of art treasures a rather nervous man opened one of the many doors, Paul and Tim were after him again and he needed a good hiding place. Strangely this one didn't seem dangerous. Unlike most things on board, its crew included ( Read more... )

After vanishing into his room for several weeks, the only signs of life coming in the form of mysterious thumping and the odd explosion, Vyvyan has finally emerged ( Read more... )

Warren Peace is slowly recovering from his encounter with Freddy Krueger, physically anyway. Emotionally he's still off-balance, still occasionally glancing over his shoulder if he's the only one in the room and unable stay asleep for any real length of time. Being attacked in a dream by someone who looks like your estranged, imprisoned father ( Read more... )

*enter an Anchorman, turning to yell something out the door* --YOU'RE A DIRTY PIRATE HOOKER! WHY DON'T YOU GO BACK TO YOUR HOME ON WHORE ISLAND? *This, friends, is Ron Burgundy. He is the balls, and he is the anchorman for the Channel Four News Team. :D*

*pauses and looks around* ...This isn't San Diego.

Typist: --Obviously, Ron Burgundy ( Read more... )

Michael was annoyed. There was no one here, in this fabulous hotel. He slammed his hand down on the front desk bell a few times, "Helloooooo! Where did everyone go?" He huffed a sigh and fluffed his purple curls, using the reflective surface of the bell to check his makeup. "I can't just have a party with no one here." He stood on the desk and ( Read more... )

'Early bird' jokes aside, Warren's not normally much of a morning person. So he's not quite fully awake as he shuffles into the kitchen in his pajamas, shirt crookedly half-buttoned and barely hiding the wings that bulge out oddly from his back, barely held in place with a belt that he probably wouldn't have bothered with were he able to get the ( Read more... )

A statuesque and dangerous-looking blonde woman strides in. She's wearing black leather; she looks confident; is wielding a sword and the glint in her eyes is completely insane. Her gaze darts around, searching. "You there!" She says as she spots someone. "What place is this?" She sounds like one used to being obeyed.

Typist: Callisto from the TV ( Read more... )

Warren Peace is bored. He doesn't like being bored, so he's prowling around the lobby and the area immediately outside, looking for something to occupy himself with. Without school and his job, he has more free time on his hands than he really knows what to do with.

*Olive is hyper*

*And quite possibly using the most random things she can find as toys*

*Come talk to her, maybe!*