[If anyone cares to remember Atem's christmas present, it seems to be walking around in the shopping district. With him in it. Only. ...Not so the Atem you know anymore. He's clutching his Guide in one hand and looks rather perturbed.]

Mahaad, where are you? I am in need of your presence. ...This place is unsettling...

((OOC: Pharaoh Atem for the ( Read more... )

I need someone to tell me how to broadcast an emergency SOS signal, a powerful one, preferably. Specifically I'm looking to send one to that ship called the Sif. I will not take this new information without trying to do something about it. The captains have proven themselves to be less than competent. I can't rely on them alone.

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[Atem is on his way home, from where who knows. Key is swiped by door and the door opens to reveal a package that is taller than him waiting just in front of it tied with a giant purple bow. He looks around for any trouble makers and then slowly reaches out for the bow and pulls on it. It comes undone, the paper falling down afterwards and reveals ( Read more... )

[Hello Thor. Atem is sitting in an isolated booth in the center of the shopping district hanging out forms. He doesn't look as sick as he did five days ago, but he does still look a little weary. He clears his throat.]

Due to my ... extensive absence, Votre Visage has decided to send me out as a ... personal consultant. [It's obvious he might be ( Read more... )

[The guide turns on and... oh hey, look, it's those two guys with the crazy hair. Someone's sick with the squid flu and has to be taken care of by his partner, oh nooooo]

You need to rest, mou hitori no boku. [He tucks his stubborn partner in... again. For obvious reasons.]

Aibou, one of us has to work. I can't risk getting fired. [Insert Atem ( Read more... )

[Hi there, Face Atem here! He's sitting at a booth in a fancyfancy boutique at the mall. He also looks unimpressed. And cold.]

I'm supposed to be answering questions having to do with fashion or makeup or hairstyles. [He's so ready you guys. He so wants to do this.] You can come down and I'll try to help you or you can ask over the Guide.

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[Atem is busy working at a desk of sorts and is interrupted by two excited looking aliens dropping a rather large box in front of him.]

We have your designs ready! They just need to be proofed and then they can be put into post production. We'll be ready for the market rush next week!

Mn. Alright, let's see.

[The other alien reaches into a box and ( Read more... )

[The feed crackles on but it's too dark to see anything. There's the sound of shuffling before a set of knocking.]

Stocking? [The sound of more knocking before the doorknob turning can be heard, and then a creaky door opening.] I think I left my Guide in your room-

[The light flickers on and the room is empty indeed. Atem stands in the doorway, ( Read more... )

-that your prize for winning?! I want that! How are you doing that?!

[Atem seems to be at the end of a duel with another alien. And the young boy is gaping at the fact that thousands upon thousands of duel monsters cards are raining down on the champion.]

I'm not doing anything. [Seriously what the hell is going on huh? ...but he doesn't look too ( Read more... )

[See Atem. See Atem high up on a giant ladder, pulling cobwebs out of a plastic bag and trying to hang them in the corners of wherever he is at the moment.]

This is a particularly ridiculous job. They're just going to get someone to have to take them down next month, I bet.

Hey! [Hear this voice. Atem looks down to see a rather ...normal looking ( Read more... )