< Tommy's journal just happens to pop open when he's talking to his new roomie, and he, being otherwise occupied, doesn't notice... >The outfit? Yeah, it's nice, I like it! And um, I have no idea what to do, so. Just whatever... you want to wear, I don't know. What do you normally wear? And will it match or whatever? Because I am so not cut out to ( Read more... )

[Filtered to speedsters and GENERALLY AWESOME PEOPLE:]

DUDES DUDES DUDES DUDES DUDES

SOMEONE JUST WROTE ON [ page number ] THAT POWERS WORK FURTHER OUT NOW.

Does that mean that you guys are thinking what I'm thinking?

ROAD TRIP.

Well, not road trip, but. We should totes go explore and shit now, yeah? Yeah.

Who's with me?

< OOC: SORRY FOR ( Read more... )

Arrrr, me mateys! I be the Dread Pirate Tommy, and you best be warned I'll be divestin' ya of all ye vittles iffen they not be nailed down. Why, d'ye ask? Because I be a speedy pirate, o'course!

Yo, ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me...

Speakin'a which, I'm hungry. Best be off again!

« It's the early morning, and from the quiet depths of the forest into the journals comes a very large    BOOM.    Or several. It happens. Once the explosions subside, the very weak and very tired voice of a teenage boy can be heard amid the echoes and rubble clearing. »

T-thank God. Found it.

{ ooc: Where does such an obnoxious noise come from ( Read more... )

Dude, I am so bored.

Anyone want to go, like... not be bored? Because seriously, I'm running out of things to do around here. I even cleaned my room. Take that, Billy.

« Edited in a bit later: » Oh, by the way? Welcome back, Wally, and any body else who's coming back. We missed all you dudes.

[Filtered to friends and those who tried to help him/talked when he was drunk/hungover]Hey, uh. For those of you who don't know me, I'm the white-haired kid who got really drunk at the beginning of the week... I'm really sorry? About, like... everything I did. It was a dumbass thing to do, and I, uh... just wanted to apologize, and say it won't ( Read more... )

« Anyone walking past the DeathMatch today will find a very, very passed-out Tommy in the hallway, curled around a case of vodka that's full of empty or nearly-empty bottles. He partied hard, that's for sure, but he also has the world's most massive hangover today. It's fun, really. At least his metabolism took care of the alcohol? Mostly? (Blame ( Read more... )

« Tommy's voice wavers a little as he talks... he's barely keeping it together, but he needs to say it anyway. »

( Private )

[[OOC: Backdated to the actual time around Bart's death, orz]]

Shit, Bart.

Just... shit.

Billy, Teddy? Are you guys... still cats? And around? Because I've got a bad feeling about this, and I want to make sure you're okay...

Eli? What about you?