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“Hmmm, I should cook something. Gotta be ready for the holidays, they always rope me into cooking prep. Not that I mind, but I already know it’s gonna be exhausting, if delicious.”

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Reblog if

You are still going to be here after the change. If your characters and relationships you’ve made on this shit storm of a site, is too important to abandon.

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“Yeah but.. I dunno, we’ve known each other three years Janette and you’re my friend. I... I dunno, I guess I just wanted you to know something about my life..” He leaned on the table, a hand in his hair.

“And I got anxious thinking about it. Would you rather know because I tell you or have it been on accident or the next time we fell in bed together or something?”

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She really did need to get by him, but she didn’t hesitate to grab his ass as she gently moved him aside. She needed into her locker and he was in the way. 

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The little janitor was cleaning one of the big open rooms meant for large gatherings and battles, the man apparently having pulled a record player in there, Gordan MacRae’s Romantic Ballads playing on it. It seems the little ginger is absently singing along as he works, knowing all the words to the crooning melodies.

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Also I guess just in case, even if it is kinda jumping the gun, my Discord is mikeydoodledandy#8953, just like.. tell me who you are, obvs. Gonna generally be selective and accept the people I already RP with.

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raccoonpatriotism‌:

Luckily, there is no cannibalistic human man hidden in Jane’s room. But he doesn’t elaborate for the other man, so at the moment, he’s left imagining whatever he needs to get through the day. With Jane, typically anything is possible-

-Even getting him to clean his messes - though it does take a bit more manipulation than most people would prefer. “Hand thieves, eh?” He says, stroking his chin in thought. Then he shouts, “Those grubby bastards. I earned these fair and square!! Besides, what could be safer than a broom closet in the middle of a highly trafficked hallway!?” 

“Well, there’s secret tunnels that run underneath the base. Most of the bases have them. I bet your hands would be super safe down there.” Not to mention he didn’t have to clean the tunnels since they were largely out of service. Plus anyone who did go down there would be in for an amusing treat finding a big pile of severed hands inside the already creepy tunnels.

Usually he’d suggest burying them, but that many hands would make a good snack for a coyote and he couldn’t say for sure one might end up in the nearby towns half gnawed on by wildlife. That was the main thing he’d been brought in to prevent, lawsuits.

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“Oh! Oh. Okay. Yeah, that makes sense.” He stretched his legs out, reaching his hands behind him to support himself. He felt a little floaty already. Weird. “I wasn’t really… uh. I didn’t really go out of my way to talk to people before, so now I don’t really know how, I guess.” He cocked his head at Tom, frowning a little. “Is there somebody who left that you miss? You look frowny.”

After a few seconds more he moved his arms so he could flop onto his back, looking up at the stars. Twinkly. “I’ve been hanging out with this guy. And I dunno if I like him or not. And I dunno if he’s, uh, being real with me, or… if he wants something else, or anything at all. And also I might be, uh, dis… something. I might have a thing in my brain that makes words hard, which has a word.”

“Oh, y’know.. I’ve been here a while. The people I knew weren’t all here when I got back. But.. eh.. people left while I still was here too. I guess it doesn’t really matter much.” He shrugged, rolling his joint in his fingers and seeming lost in the stars for a long while, instead listening to August. He offered the Spy the blunt again.

“Dyslexic? Yeah, that’s a thing. I know some people who have it, apparently it can be really different for everyone.” He hummed, pondering on August’s dilemma. 

“One thing about this place is that.. friends help you stay sane, but you have to be willing to let them go just as quickly. What’s more is that you gotta do what makes you happy. Does being with this guy make you happy? As long as you don’t think you’re in danger from him. just.. do what makes you feel the best. Even if it’s short lived, it’ll be nice while it’s happening, right? And if it ends up bad, you’ll learn what to look for next time.”

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Hey are you comfortable RPing the transphobic stuff you're engaging in now? Just wanna make sure you're good

Hey, I appreciate the concern, I know Tom’s discomfort may be worrisome, but I’m perfectly comfortable with what we’re RPing right now. Jeanette’s mun and I talk OOC pretty regularly too to make sure everything’s all hunky-dory. 

We just like to engage in RPs that aren’t necessarily gonna be 100% kosher on trans friendliness because it makes for interesting character flaws and gives room for growth, but nothing is being RPed unwillingly and their OOC views don’t match their muses.

I appreciate the concern again, but we’ve got everything handled!

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“You okay there, Prawn? You look kinda out of it. Want me to get you a coffee?” Tom poked his head into the man’s office, looking concerned at the sight of how lethargic and distant the Admin seemed.

Some days are just like that. Theres nothing really rolling along on those type writers today, instead hes staring out into space with the occasional click somewhere here or there.

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“A bunch of stuff is on my mind. I don’t even know where to start. So much stuff happens here. Before, I just… sort of only talked to one person, ever, but now there’s all these people…” He shook his head, sighing. 

The smoke looked different than cigarette smoke, and Tom held it in his lungs longer than someone usually would. August cocked his head a bit, eyebrows furrowing. “I don’t know what the good stuff is. But mellowing out sounds nice.”

He took the blunt hesitantly, looking at it for a second before imitating what Tom had done–a long drag, holding it a few seconds. It was hotter than cigarette smoke, and a little uncomfortable. Well, he didn’t even smoke regular cigarettes that much, any more, so his lungs were probably unused to it again. When he let it out he gave a tiny cough, handing the thing back.

“Like.. weed dude. Marijuana. Lemme know if you want another hit. I could probably even roll you one if you’re feeling adventurous.” Tom chuckled, taking another drag as he leaned back, looking up at the stars. They really did go on forever out here. In Bangkok, he’d never been able to see them that well with the smog and light pollution from the city.

“Yeah, Mann Co. is definitely its own beast. All sorts of strange and interesting people work here and they kinda get all up in your life all of a sudden. Kinda tend to leave just as quick too, but it happens. People get moved around a lot, or get out of the system or whatever.” He looked kinda sad, fidgeting with his blunt.

“So what’s happened that’s got your head spinning?”

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“Um.. No? I mean, you can like women too, I’m just not one. If you’re attracted to me, then you’re probably attracted to men.” He sighed, looking rather put out. At least she was just curious and not angry or upset or something. Still the questions made him uncomfortable.

“I was.. technically born as.. They thought I was a girl when I was born. They were just wrong.” He said quietly, shrinking into his hoodie. “....Can we please talk about something else?”

✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way

She really did need to get by him, but she didn’t hesitate to grab his ass as she gently moved him aside. She needed into her locker and he was in the way. 

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“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.” He trotted over and settled down next to Tom, sighing. “And sorry if I’m intruding. I’m real confused about a lotta stuff, and I was like, ‘who can I talk to about stuff,’ and I was hoping you wouldn’t mind listening. Or at least distracting me from it all.”

He folded his arms, resting elbows on his knees. It was pretty nice out here, if a little chilly. The stars were nice, though. He’d never lived somewhere where you could see the stars like this, sticking to cities for most of his life. Out here it felt like you could see the whole galaxy��

Leaning towards his friend, he looked over Tom’s shoulder to see what he was rolling. “Do you roll your own cigarettes?”

“Oh yeah, no problem. That’s what I’m here for. What’s on your mind, bud? This is a great place to talk about shit.. or avoid your problems I guess, but I’m down for whatever you’re feeling like doing.” He patted August’s shoulder, smiling lazily, chuckling at his question.

“This isn’t tobacco, my dude, this is the good stuff.” Tom grinned, finishing rolling his blunt and lighting it, taking a good long drag and holding it. After a moment, he let it out of his lungs, getting comfortable again. The smoke had a distinct skunky smell. The janitor offered the Spy the blunt.

“You partake? Or wanna try it? It mellows you out pretty nice.”

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raccoonpatriotism‌:

Jane deflated, his intimidation tactic was unsuccessful this go around. And, all in all, the Soldier wasn’t particularly mad at the Janitor, mostly confused on why someone would dedicate themselves to cleaning up trophies of victory. Getting told to move his messes was a common occurrence for Soldier.

“I will tell you why they are there!” Jane shouts, disregarding most of what the Janitor said. “I needed a place besides my quarters to put those!! they were distracting The Lieutenant during his feeding -” He laughs, fondly, momentarily distracted from the matter in front of him. “- That mongrel loves hands.”

“The Lieutenant? Is that the name of a pet? I really hope you’re talking about a dog or something.” It was too late though, Tom as already imagining the Solider feeding a grown man in his room, a harrowing look on his face. He cleared his throat.

“Anyway, you can’t keep them here. I need to get to my brooms and they’re gonna attract pests with the smell, so they’re not gonna be able to stick around anyway.” He scratched his jaw. He knew he couldn’t tell folks like this no though, they rarely listened. 

“I could help you find somewhere safer to put them if you want though. If they’re just in a broom closet, someone could take them, right?”

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“Bwah?! Huh! I’m here, what? What’s going on?” Tom startled, dropping his blunt on the roof and watching it roll away into the gutter. Hopefully there wasn’t much leaf litter in there. “Aw man.”

He blinked at August owlishly before a lazy grin crossed his face when he recognized the Spy. “Oh hey, August. Naw, I’m not busy. I’m just trying to get the most out of hanging out up here before it gets too cold, was having a smoke, but uh..”

He looked down at the gutter again, before shrugging and getting out his altoid tin with his papers and hash, rolling himself a new one. He hadn’t been too far into his so it wasn’t too bad. He looked at August, smiling. “What’s up, dude? Come join me, we got nothin’ but time and stars out here.”

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August was confused. Life had been so weird, lately. He was hanging around all these new people, and work had Rob and him at bases so far away from each other, and even Klaus was pretty busy lately, but he had so many questions to ask them. So, without them, he decided to go to the third person who usually answered his questions, even if they weren’t necessarily in his wheelhouse this time.

Tom probably knew stuff about things other than being trans, right? Yeah. He knocked on his door and waited for a while, knocking a few more times before getting frustrated and dropping to his knees to pick the lock. He opened the door to no one home–save for a mildly surprised skunk, who he walked inside to give some scratches to. He locked the door again when he left, so hopefully his friend wouldn’t know August was a chronic trespasser.

After a few moments’ thought, he remembered Tom mentioning that he hung out on the roof sometimes. August poked around the different buildings’ highest floors until he saw the familiar ginger head and smiled. “Tom!! Hey!! Are you busy?” Obviously he wasn’t, but it was still polite to ask, probably. 

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“Um. I’m the janitor. This is my closet and cleaning up body parts is also kinda my job.” Tom just raised an eyebrow. He was a relatively small man, but he mostly just seemed tired and rather unimpressed, not particularly intimidated. He dealt with most of the mercs and quite a few of them were interesting characters.

“Admittedly, I don’t need to know why, but I am gonna need you to move them.”

“Alright, who’s been hoarding severed hands in this broom closet? And why.”

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“Alright, who’s been hoarding severed hands in this broom closet? And why.”

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“It’s complicated and I don’t really wanna get into it over dinner. If that’s okay? I’m hungry and I just wanna have a nice burger and milkshake with a friend.” He stopped a drip of the shake with his thumb, licking it off.

“You mull on things and if you wanna talk about it more, I can try to fill you in later. It’s kind of a long explanation though.”

✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way

She really did need to get by him, but she didn’t hesitate to grab his ass as she gently moved him aside. She needed into her locker and he was in the way.