[In the background, there's nothing but pouring water. While Aizen's voice is level, it's also commanding. Aizen is taking charge of this situation.]While the argument could be made that it is beyond time to move, I will not belabor the point ( Read more... )

a/s/l?

[Ring, ring, guys. Ring ring.]

 So, it's been a few days and there's still no sign of this Iceman. But the weather's warmed up considerably, and there's plenty of water around...

[There's a pause, and you can practically hear the gears grinding in her head.]

...you think he melted?

[ Since arriving Mina had kept to herself, had reread the note many times and had given curious looks and examined the items left for her. And now she was examining it again and, without knowing it, calling everyone on it ]Such a curious piece, something I doubt even Nemo would know how to use. Entirely visual, no observable way of manipulating it ( Read more... )

[And it came to pass after seven days, that the waters of the flood were upon the earth.

Aziraphale was terribly unsettled by this place. Something was not right.]

Tell me, how many of you remember dying before your arrival here?

[Jason is heard pacing around his apartment, a few sniffles can be heard. And once he sneezes a bit too loudly, as if he was trying to hold it in.]So first, I pull a muscle trying to get a fucking mattress. Completely not worth it, by the way. Then all this cold weather BS. Sure I'm cool with it, most of the time. I'm from Gotham after all. But now ( Read more... )

*The image shown on the screen is at first simply static. Then it clears to show a pathway of dark footsteps in the snow. The image distorts and tears along the bottom before a message comes up over the darkened image:*

01010111 01101000
01100101 01110010
01100101 00100000
01101001 01110011
00100000 01100101
01110110 01100101
01110010 011110 ( Read more... )

Of all the times...

[There's no sound of snow crunching underfoot, or shoes on pavement, but cloth rustles, and without wind, he must be walking.]It would seem our hosts restore even what fools take away. The home at three hundred five Tulip Street is rebuilt, along with the neighboring houses that were destroyed. Taken with the new additions, it ( Read more... )

I am so fucking hungry you don't even know