knightime: Artist Unknown (good job fucko)
Dave Strider ([personal profile] knightime) wrote in [community profile] animus_network2012-04-11 06:53 pm

1st Time in Text

man
what the ever loving fuck was that???
alright
thanks so much shitty tower
i wanted to see earth as a desolate shithole
forget the fact that it shouldnt have even existed
and i was bored out of my skull
ugh
whatever
im back
got a little lost and went by the ruins of earth
etc
worst roadtrip
the radio kept playing bruno mars on repeat
the ac was busted
i have sand in places i didnt think it could get to
the scenery kind of sucked
considering there was none
what i miss???
windykind: (uhm...)

[personal profile] windykind 2012-04-12 01:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, for music I figured we could always just take the CDs from the media room. And maybe take the sound system from there too, if we can. Since we don't really have any iTunes for these, I don't know how easy requests will be... we could just go through CD by CD, I guess?
windykind: (uhm...)

[personal profile] windykind 2012-04-12 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Whoop, we got a badass over here. [John throws his hands up, looking at Dave in mock surprise.] Anyway, cool! Thanks, Dave. Uh, other things... [He rests his head on his hands.] I don't really know. What do you normally have at birthday parties? Besides cake. No cake.
windykind: (the egderp is not impressed.)

[personal profile] windykind 2012-04-12 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, I dunno! I never really did birthday parties either! [It's true. After the years of "you must invite everyone to your birthday party," which he never did anyway, his dad always just took him out to do stuff and that was that. Sure, his life was more normal than Dave's, but it wasn't that Mayfield-perfect.] And my aversion to cakes is not hilarious, it's completely serious, okay. It's a disease that posions all of society.
windykind: (heavy artillery: john andonuts)

[personal profile] windykind 2012-04-13 03:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh yeah. I trust you, Dave. You've got this all figured out. Food, decorations, music. [Joh cracks his knuckles, grinning.] Let's get to work.