[It happens to be a certain blue-haired boy's birthday, which also happens to be why Chivy is standing on top of a cardboard box that he brought with him. He's holding a wrapped bundle and grinning ridiculously.Anyone want to help me sing Happy Birthday? He probably won't stay too long after we finish, but birthdays only come once a year, right ( Read more... )

[Preferably, this announcement would be accompanied by a few visual aids. A whiteboard, with diagrams, perhaps, or at least some annotated flash cards.

As it stands, Chivy only has himself - which happens to be something of an accomplishment, actually.]

So. Prickly is prickly. ... okay, that's not what I meant, let me try again.

Anybody Se- I ( Read more... )

[Anybody remember that Pile o' Stuff from aaages ago? Yeah, didn't think so. Looks like someone's stumbled into it, though, and has even added on a bunch of things to the original mishmash. At the moment, he's simply pacing near the pile, toying with a shoe string tied around his right wrist.]

Who knew people'd lose so much 'round here...? [Sigh ( Read more... )

[Hello, Plane. Sefton and Chivy are both soaked and have managed to misuse their ice accessories... which happens to be why Chivy is bent in two -- his hand is frozen to Sefton's heel.]

Just don't walk too fast, I'll fall over.

[ Sefton happens to be wringing some sort of hat out. The fact that it's right over Chivy's head is entirely ( Read more... )

[There's nothing quite like suddenly appearing somewhere new to wake a body up. Chivy had been just getting out of bed when he found himself very much not where he expected to be.]

Hello? Anybody?

[with no immediate response, he tried just walking forward. Neither direction looked better, but there wasn't much point in standing still.]

-hand's cold. [ Plane, say hello. Today there are two people appearing at once, one possibly a bit familiar, while the other possibly a bit... tinier. Chivy has the smaller, younger boy's hand. The child, about eight or so, has a white, stuffed rabbit (with a blue lace ribbon around its neck) clutched between his other arm and chest. However, he ( Read more... )

[Hi there, Plane. Chivy's been having a rough couple of days which isn't entirely his fault and the town he's in doesn't take kindly to people sleeping on park benches, so he's decided to catch a few z's on the Plane. He's curled up around his knapsack, and he didn't even bother getting out the blanket he keeps with him for the purpose (or taking ( Read more... )

-just trying... to... [Chivy trails off, hands still up mid-gesture, as he realizes that this is very much not the street corner he was standing on... and the person he was asking for directions isn't exactly there anymore.] This isn't a pawn shop. [No, really?] Or the...

[Actually looking around inspires another trail-off - in no way is it cold ( Read more... )