( Fake LJ-cut: T-minus Seven )

Having talked an odd cross-section of his friends into getting Karkat's gifts, established that they work, and warned the others about the interloper*, Michael is remaining signed into T-Minus, as are the others, all of whom are pingable. He himself (dividedMalakh, FF8800) is sitting by the fireplace, watching the ( Read more... )

There is a young man standing at the door looking rather surprised. He'd never seen place like this before. Where he was from the elders of his race had all but shuttered themselves away fearing anything and everything that may befall them. This place was not filled with his people, they were not Brunnen G, he stared for a moment. His heart thumped ( Read more... )

Ben, for his part, is mostly squelching a smirk as he scribbles on his half of the specials board.

Dead Man Walking
The Lazarus
Walking Dead

He glances at Dan once he's finished.

"Well, I think it's funny ( Read more... )

(OOC: Please see this post in the Backroom ( Read more... )

It's dark, just before dawn, and Karkat is outside, lurking. (He doesn't mean to lurk, but he's got a lurk-friendly color pallette.) He found this outdoors area earlier, and he's had a good time prancing around with his sickle being all adorabloodthirsty venting his constant frustrations, but he'll have to go inside soon. Even if the human sun ( Read more... )

There is a tall, skinny man sprawled in a corner booth ( Read more... )

Carmela's current outlook on life is revolving on that annoying getting up to go to work in the mornings thing. Did someone miss the memo that it's summer? And that's it's the weekend after Fourth of July? Some people have been exercising their rights as Americans to stay up until godawful hours ( Read more... )

Booth is not a man who enjoys wasting his time. And chasing an escaped serial killer to a dangling telephone pretty much defines "waste of time," as far as he's concerned. And he's itching to know what was in the vial they found at the pay phone ( Read more... )

There is a large pink pig curled up by the fire, singing Eskimo Nell softly to himself.

The Transcendent Pig has a newspaper from the Crossings. He's not reading it. He knows what it says. Instead, he's folding it into a paper boat.

Better not to ask how Chao can fold paper using cloven hooves.