[Being a sixteen-year-old single father with a dark and traumatic past, a plethora of mildly homicidal cousins and a whole host of family pets… is hard. It generally leaves Brooklime feeling exhausted, incompetent and thoroughly inadequate, and today is no exception. Somehow, the state of his room has deteriorated even further than usual in his ( Read more... )

[[Small note before beginning- currently, Brooklime is the only participating adventurer in this campaign; for that reason, I will be providing an NPC soon enough, whose account will make up most of the narrative portions of the thread. Anzu's account, in the meantime, will be switched with an alternate Anzu I have to give more appropriate icons as ( Read more... )

[This was a deserted hallway when you started walking down it.

But you are suddenly being tackled from behind by a girl in a torn dress moving faster than humanly possible.]

[[ooc: Papyrus's sheryoubound, by popular demand. Writeups here and here.]]

[Since his encounter with 'Santa', Brooklime has been looking for his roommate/ the bane of his existence, but all to no avail. He's gone from fraught, to resigned and mopey. On Christmas, no less. It's difficult to shake the feeling that this is entirely his own fault.

He's currently given up the search and is sat on his bed, wallowing in misery. ( Read more... )

[So what happens when a thousands-years-old ghost gets age reversed?

Well, apparently it somehow involves Aloe Vera sitting among organized piles of pencils, pastels, empty doll faces, unconnected ball-and-joint limbs, humming to himself as he inspects different plastic body parts...

...does it help to know he's sitting at a table across from a doll ( Read more... )

[Though it's been a little while since halloween, Brooklime still has no idea how to approach his roommate. Which is a bit of an issue given that his roommate... lives in his room, as the title might suggest.

Fortunately, Brooklime has never come across a problem he can't avoid. Thus, clothes shopping. Shelves full of sweaters... endless piles of  ( Read more... )

[Would you look at that- it's an older, possibly just-over-thirty year old Ryou.

He seems to be a little taken aback by something. Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that he just had a double take, looked at his apartment key, and back to the door he came in from.

Opening said door results in a glimpse of a storage closet. What.

Regardless, ( Read more... )

[-now what is this?

Perhaps it should not surprise, but given the guy's been left be by the powers that be, Rising Dead jolts to find some new addition to his far-too-unembelished hotel room when he wakes up. And it's attached to him.

We are not amused.

Fellow victim? You are getting your hand yanked up by arm jerking.]

[Somewhere along the alley of "random shops serving a purpose this moment" there is a certain fellow in the video game store.

And specifically video game, as he's in the section with a shocking amound of consoles and computers (actually working), leaning over a smashing new laptop with some screen that has amap mid-construction lit up.

Hmm, what sort ( Read more... )

[Food. Food. Glorious food!

And by that is meant a huge table of - you guessed it - food has appeared.

It's also in a room on the first floor and tucked beside a bar, but Aloe Vera's not paying too much mind to that part. He's too busy stacking up that plate of his with all portions of a wellrounded, wholesome meal times ten.

Perhaps you wouldn't mind ( Read more... )