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animus_network2012-07-02 09:56 am
givesyouaboner) wrote in animus_network2012-07-02 09:56 am
001 [action/text]
Specifically for the occupants of 2-10
[When Dirk awakens and can't move at first, he finds himself panicking. This isn't something that normally happens, so it's a huge relief when he actually is able to move. Immediately, he's able to tell he's not where he should be. His memory is a little hazy due to the fact he's still waking up, but he knows that the last thing he was doing, which certainly wasn't sleeping. Who could sleep when their home was under attack?
The letters he finds answers a few of the initial questions he has, but it leaves a billion more unanswered. His world was destroyed? Given the state it was in, he isn't surprised, but he was supposed to get into the game first. He's pretty sure this isn't it. This is horribly disconcerting, because he can't help but wonder about his friends. Did they make it to safety? Are they here?
After another few moments, he's aware he's not the only person in the room either. Well then.]
...Who are you people.
Network; open.
I'm not entirely sure what is going here, so perhaps someone can shed some light on this situation.
How is it that I've arrived here?
I'm finding the information provided by the welcoming committee highly doubtful for a multitude of reasons that I don't have time to get into at this time.
With that, I'll cut to the chase; in the off-chance that it's actually correct, that my world was destroyed, I must ask.
Does anyone know Roxy Lalonde, Jake English, Jane Crocker and their whereabouts?
[When Dirk awakens and can't move at first, he finds himself panicking. This isn't something that normally happens, so it's a huge relief when he actually is able to move. Immediately, he's able to tell he's not where he should be. His memory is a little hazy due to the fact he's still waking up, but he knows that the last thing he was doing, which certainly wasn't sleeping. Who could sleep when their home was under attack?
The letters he finds answers a few of the initial questions he has, but it leaves a billion more unanswered. His world was destroyed? Given the state it was in, he isn't surprised, but he was supposed to get into the game first. He's pretty sure this isn't it. This is horribly disconcerting, because he can't help but wonder about his friends. Did they make it to safety? Are they here?
After another few moments, he's aware he's not the only person in the room either. Well then.]
...Who are you people.
Network; open.
I'm not entirely sure what is going here, so perhaps someone can shed some light on this situation.
How is it that I've arrived here?
I'm finding the information provided by the welcoming committee highly doubtful for a multitude of reasons that I don't have time to get into at this time.
With that, I'll cut to the chase; in the off-chance that it's actually correct, that my world was destroyed, I must ask.
Does anyone know Roxy Lalonde, Jake English, Jane Crocker and their whereabouts?
Action
[Dirk is just going to hold these two smuppets and stare at this episode unfolding before him. Maybe it's time to engage in a distraction.]
Wanna see what I have in my trunk?
[Actually, he's not waiting on an answer. He turns on his heel and takes the few steps back over to his area. The smuppets are set gingerly on the bed. It takes a full blown effort to keep himself from not being too excited about what he's met with when he opens the trunk.]
Action
Yeah, sure. Why the hell not.
[He gets up and heads over, plopping himself down onto the floor. He is being immature and he doesn not care. He really wanted his iPod to have worked. God damn lousy shitty situations. Stupid tower. Fucking Sburb. Ugh.]
Action
Following that, he's dragging out the other smuppets, including the SBaHJ ones, and the hats. After a quick glance over, he picks out his two best smuppets out of the ones he has and pushes them in Bro's direction.]
You can have these. It's only fair.
Action
Oh... Oh hell yeah, I've always wanted to trade Smuppets. Shit's like fucking Pokemon, gotta catch'em all.
[It's a little forced, but at least he's trying to cheer up and move on from the iPod incident. Even though he really, really must wants his music back.
No, stop. Don't dwell on it. It'll only hurt worse if you do.]
Action
Fuck yes. Six isn't enough either. Something'll have to be done about that.
Action
Six would never be enough in any universe. We need a pile. And then after the pile, we need a mountain. And then we need an ocean.
Action