[Stango is cleaning his service piece, slowly and carefully. Once finished, he fits everything back into its proper place and holds it up, aiming briefly at the wall. And it isn't so much what he says--he's only talking to himself--but how he says it ( Read more... )

[Stango is in the kitchen, in rolled-up shirtsleeves, bent over a skillet. His hair, without its usual layer of pomade, has a slight wave to it, and sticks up at odd angles as a result.

He is making what is probably scrambled eggs. They have the right shape and texture, but they are ashy gray in color ( Read more... )

[We're sorry, we meant to provide the mansion with a wonderful NC-17 rated performance, but the accidental video started EXTREMELY late today, so sadly all the feed will show is the aftermath ( Read more... )

[OOC: Mou, let's get some m!Lamb up in here! If want, anyway. All others welcome as usual~][If you've been listening to Stango's transmissions, you should recognize the sound of a man taking a drag by now. Stango is in his room, smoking and using his mostly-empty coffee mug as an ashtray again ( Read more... )

[By the power of event, LOCKED TO SOFIA LAMB; easy hack]

Hey, kid, you feelin' any better? I came down with somethin' real bad, and it's been--

Hang on, who is this even--

No, you stupid thing, I said to Jay. Jay.

How do I...?

Okay, so let's see if I got this straight.

That thing with the screamin', there was no kid--none of that was real. Right? And there was some kinda forcefield around all the doors and windows. Right?

And this thing, this event, this whole friggin' thing got read off to us before it happened, like it was some kinda stage play, by a narcoleptic ( Read more... )