thelancer27

[thelancer27]

Everyone: Please please please don't write your books in Google Docs. Frankly don't use Google Drive for personal stuff.

Their terms of service say they take down stuff like content related to terrorism and trafficking, but this Google Sheet was literally a list of movies I'd watched this year and books I'd read.

[thelancer27]

I haven’t touched my main in months I am here to listen about epic lancer

@celtarican2

i need a friend into both LANCER and epic the musical so i can tell them abt my epic LANCER AU concept

[thelancer27]

[Well damn is Ashlyn silent now. Learning your boyfriend is gonna cease to exist.]

…

No, I’m not gonna let that happen. I’m simply not. I don’t care what’s going to come for you, but if ain’t happening. You’re not gonna… undo, not while I can do something.

<What in the sweet fuck is happening over there>

<My existence is reliant on lich shenanigans and I haven't the faintest what in Ra's name you're doing>

<Unless... you didn't. Surely not.>

<Conoces los riesgos, ¿qué podría haber valido más la pena que la persona de la que saltaste?>

Oh (and then there's this asshole), Coelacanth. Weird day when I'm happy to get (bahn mi?!) a message from you; THOTH not interesting enough?

(Beggar(one)s can't be choosers)

I don't-- I don't know if we're thinking the same thing, but... Well. I sure did know the risks. Or at least, I stood by them.

--@thelancer27, you asked what's wrong. Short answer is, I've made a lot of big swings since I met everyone, and causality's coming to collect (start forgetting death). I don't know when it's gonna happen, from the usual perspective at least, but the fact that it took Deimos throwing a fucking palooza for me to speak to you, it's well on its way. Less an ending, more an... undoing (there are so many ways, I could go anyday).

[thelancer27]

The powers of an Osiris lead to abilities many may consider to be… unnatural.

[Most of the cups have been perfectly turned inside out as well, Ashlyn is very proud]

< L3 Hachiko: Alright, Ra BBQ! How about something fun? >

Performance

< Give everyone a show—your choice as to what that looks like. Music, dance, theater, stunts, martial skills, manifesting sensory phenomena, cooking, poetry, visual art, anything at all, your pick. Show off a little! And don’t feel like you have to do it alone, either, feel free to get together.

Garmr and I will come back in a minute with a little Legionspace sparring, (made tangible? I guess?) but don’t wait around on our account if you’ve got an idea. >

[thelancer27]

[Ashlyn is making a fortress out of stacked plastic red cups. It’s rather impressive, especially the drawbridge]

Huh… never thought I’d be any good at that. Howsit look?

< L3 Hachiko: Alright, Ra BBQ! How about something fun? >

Performance

< Give everyone a show—your choice as to what that looks like. Music, dance, theater, stunts, martial skills, manifesting sensory phenomena, cooking, poetry, visual art, anything at all, your pick. Show off a little! And don’t feel like you have to do it alone, either, feel free to get together.

Garmr and I will come back in a minute with a little Legionspace sparring, (made tangible? I guess?) but don’t wait around on our account if you’ve got an idea. >

[thelancer27]

I’ve been well… is everything… well no that’s the wrong question.

…

Is there anything I can do? I know your… going through something right now, and I want to help. Anything at all?

< Alright. It is officially time for: >

Grandpa Ra’s

Original Pit BBQ

[View from the barren, solar radiation-blasted surface of Deimos, with a number of palm trees, patches of grass, and water features installed to spruce the place up a little. The decorations are universally tacky and, for some reason, beach-themed. Speakers have been placed around the bubble of atmosphere and gravity—Ra’s music choice is bearable, but only just.

Picnic tables have been set up, and food laid out. So far: a pot of jjamppong, East Carolina barbecue pork, what looks to be a savory vegetarian pie of mushrooms and herbs, and a spread of side dishes.

There is a bar set up, staffed by two bartenders in formal attire. To anyone familiar with history, the faces are immediately, shockingly recognizable: Balwinder Kaur and Arthur Bolaño.

Seated on one barstool, raising a glass to the camera with Bolaño behind him, is Garmr. Not a hologram—his Doberman avatar, impossibly, made tangible.

< Yeah, we’re just getting settled in. Irreality field is— >

[He gestures to himself, raps a claw on the counter to demonstrate his corporeality.]

< Yeah, it’s working. Normal rules don’t apply for the moment. Anyway, if you’ve brought any food, set it over on the table and come introduce yourselves. >

[thelancer27]

Nofie! Baby! It’s been too long! How have you been? Come on! Let’s get something to eat!

< Alright. It is officially time for: >

Grandpa Ra’s

Original Pit BBQ

[View from the barren, solar radiation-blasted surface of Deimos, with a number of palm trees, patches of grass, and water features installed to spruce the place up a little. The decorations are universally tacky and, for some reason, beach-themed. Speakers have been placed around the bubble of atmosphere and gravity—Ra’s music choice is bearable, but only just.

Picnic tables have been set up, and food laid out. So far: a pot of jjamppong, East Carolina barbecue pork, what looks to be a savory vegetarian pie of mushrooms and herbs, and a spread of side dishes.

There is a bar set up, staffed by two bartenders in formal attire. To anyone familiar with history, the faces are immediately, shockingly recognizable: Balwinder Kaur and Arthur Bolaño.

Seated on one barstool, raising a glass to the camera with Bolaño behind him, is Garmr. Not a hologram—his Doberman avatar, impossibly, made tangible.

< Yeah, we’re just getting settled in. Irreality field is— >

[He gestures to himself, raps a claw on the counter to demonstrate his corporeality.]

< Yeah, it’s working. Normal rules don’t apply for the moment. Anyway, if you’ve brought any food, set it over on the table and come introduce yourselves. >

[thelancer27]

Woah! Heya hun! Looking good as usual! Not sure where Nofie is, but things seem to be pretty good here!

< Alright. It is officially time for: >

Grandpa Ra’s

Original Pit BBQ

[View from the barren, solar radiation-blasted surface of Deimos, with a number of palm trees, patches of grass, and water features installed to spruce the place up a little. The decorations are universally tacky and, for some reason, beach-themed. Speakers have been placed around the bubble of atmosphere and gravity—Ra’s music choice is bearable, but only just.

Picnic tables have been set up, and food laid out. So far: a pot of jjamppong, East Carolina barbecue pork, what looks to be a savory vegetarian pie of mushrooms and herbs, and a spread of side dishes.

There is a bar set up, staffed by two bartenders in formal attire. To anyone familiar with history, the faces are immediately, shockingly recognizable: Balwinder Kaur and Arthur Bolaño.

Seated on one barstool, raising a glass to the camera with Bolaño behind him, is Garmr. Not a hologram—his Doberman avatar, impossibly, made tangible.

< Yeah, we’re just getting settled in. Irreality field is— >

[He gestures to himself, raps a claw on the counter to demonstrate his corporeality.]

< Yeah, it’s working. Normal rules don’t apply for the moment. Anyway, if you’ve brought any food, set it over on the table and come introduce yourselves. >

[thelancer27]

I tried. Looking at him melted my eyes. I think that’s because I’m kinda puppeting around a human body though. Maybe if I like, held my casket at him it would be easier.

[Ashlyn produces a suitcase, one she seems to carry with her at all times]

Keep it on me always. That and he’s right over there I think, is he too bright to look at for you too?

[Ra is standing by a grill, chatting up Metat’Aun. His apron has text that changes ever second you look at it]

< Alright. It is officially time for: >

Grandpa Ra’s

Original Pit BBQ

[View from the barren, solar radiation-blasted surface of Deimos, with a number of palm trees, patches of grass, and water features installed to spruce the place up a little. The decorations are universally tacky and, for some reason, beach-themed. Speakers have been placed around the bubble of atmosphere and gravity—Ra’s music choice is bearable, but only just.

Picnic tables have been set up, and food laid out. So far: a pot of jjamppong, East Carolina barbecue pork, what looks to be a savory vegetarian pie of mushrooms and herbs, and a spread of side dishes.

There is a bar set up, staffed by two bartenders in formal attire. To anyone familiar with history, the faces are immediately, shockingly recognizable: Balwinder Kaur and Arthur Bolaño.

Seated on one barstool, raising a glass to the camera with Bolaño behind him, is Garmr. Not a hologram—his Doberman avatar, impossibly, made tangible.

< Yeah, we’re just getting settled in. Irreality field is— >

[He gestures to himself, raps a claw on the counter to demonstrate his corporeality.]

< Yeah, it’s working. Normal rules don’t apply for the moment. Anyway, if you’ve brought any food, set it over on the table and come introduce yourselves. >

[thelancer27]

[Ashlyn does that gay little wrist thing, and smiles]

It’s wonderful to see you too! I’ve been enjoying the food and drinks. I don’t think I’ve really met you either sally.

And Sunny, wonderful to see you too! I have to agree, nice to see you in a nonviolent situation! I’d love some Kaiju cuts, I’m sure Styx would too. Have you uh… spoken, to the big guy yet?

< Alright. It is officially time for: >

Grandpa Ra’s

Original Pit BBQ

[View from the barren, solar radiation-blasted surface of Deimos, with a number of palm trees, patches of grass, and water features installed to spruce the place up a little. The decorations are universally tacky and, for some reason, beach-themed. Speakers have been placed around the bubble of atmosphere and gravity—Ra’s music choice is bearable, but only just.

Picnic tables have been set up, and food laid out. So far: a pot of jjamppong, East Carolina barbecue pork, what looks to be a savory vegetarian pie of mushrooms and herbs, and a spread of side dishes.

There is a bar set up, staffed by two bartenders in formal attire. To anyone familiar with history, the faces are immediately, shockingly recognizable: Balwinder Kaur and Arthur Bolaño.

Seated on one barstool, raising a glass to the camera with Bolaño behind him, is Garmr. Not a hologram—his Doberman avatar, impossibly, made tangible.

< Yeah, we’re just getting settled in. Irreality field is— >

[He gestures to himself, raps a claw on the counter to demonstrate his corporeality.]

< Yeah, it’s working. Normal rules don’t apply for the moment. Anyway, if you’ve brought any food, set it over on the table and come introduce yourselves. >

[thelancer27]

[Ashlyn waves from the bar, shes enjoying a beer and a hotdog.]

Hi Sunny!! Amazing hair!! Oh you guys look great!

< Alright. It is officially time for: >

Grandpa Ra’s

Original Pit BBQ

[View from the barren, solar radiation-blasted surface of Deimos, with a number of palm trees, patches of grass, and water features installed to spruce the place up a little. The decorations are universally tacky and, for some reason, beach-themed. Speakers have been placed around the bubble of atmosphere and gravity—Ra’s music choice is bearable, but only just.

Picnic tables have been set up, and food laid out. So far: a pot of jjamppong, East Carolina barbecue pork, what looks to be a savory vegetarian pie of mushrooms and herbs, and a spread of side dishes.

There is a bar set up, staffed by two bartenders in formal attire. To anyone familiar with history, the faces are immediately, shockingly recognizable: Balwinder Kaur and Arthur Bolaño.

Seated on one barstool, raising a glass to the camera with Bolaño behind him, is Garmr. Not a hologram—his Doberman avatar, impossibly, made tangible.

< Yeah, we’re just getting settled in. Irreality field is— >

[He gestures to himself, raps a claw on the counter to demonstrate his corporeality.]

< Yeah, it’s working. Normal rules don’t apply for the moment. Anyway, if you’ve brought any food, set it over on the table and come introduce yourselves. >

[thelancer27]

[Ashlyn appears, faceplanting to the ground, she lays there just long enough for it to be possible she’s dead, before getting up and dusting herself off.]

Ow… @styx-class-nhp ? @no-future-mudwasps ? You guys there? Did I forget you in the duat?

Oh shit Balwinder and Bolaño brand beer!

< Alright. It is officially time for: >

Grandpa Ra’s

Original Pit BBQ

[View from the barren, solar radiation-blasted surface of Deimos, with a number of palm trees, patches of grass, and water features installed to spruce the place up a little. The decorations are universally tacky and, for some reason, beach-themed. Speakers have been placed around the bubble of atmosphere and gravity—Ra’s music choice is bearable, but only just.

Picnic tables have been set up, and food laid out. So far: a pot of jjamppong, East Carolina barbecue pork, what looks to be a savory vegetarian pie of mushrooms and herbs, and a spread of side dishes.

There is a bar set up, staffed by two bartenders in formal attire. To anyone familiar with history, the faces are immediately, shockingly recognizable: Balwinder Kaur and Arthur Bolaño.

Seated on one barstool, raising a glass to the camera with Bolaño behind him, is Garmr. Not a hologram—his Doberman avatar, impossibly, made tangible.

< Yeah, we’re just getting settled in. Irreality field is— >

[He gestures to himself, raps a claw on the counter to demonstrate his corporeality.]

< Yeah, it’s working. Normal rules don’t apply for the moment. Anyway, if you’ve brought any food, set it over on the table and come introduce yourselves. >

[thelancer27]

I love you too hun.

[Mwah]

[She's here]

[How is she here she went out.]

[Two hours ago.]

[Regardless of how she returned so fast...]

Hey angel...

[Oh yeah, that's blood on her chin.]

Are you OK...?

[And the posture is just plain subdued.]

Are you mad...?

[The reactor vents in her back are within your reach - so vulnerable.]

Mad? Styx I’m furious. I’m Furious! You cored some guy for what? You were in some blood fueled haze?! Styx you can’t just do that! Jesus Buddha Christ!

[Ashlyn doesn’t lay a hand in her, but she’s very animated, pacing and waving her hands around]

Aun above you might have killed a man for no good reason. You cannot do that, ever, because that’s Murder, Styx.

[thelancer27]

I’ll tell you something I know from the DOJ. You never run into a fight headfirst. You need to know what’s happening, and unless noncombatants are threatened, or it’s a special circumstance. Running in with no info gets you killed.

So… try to figure out what’s happening, get a connection to people who might know, or report it? Just… don’t get yourself killed, or kill anyone. Okay?

And, are we going to that BBQ?

[She's here]

[How is she here she went out.]

[Two hours ago.]

[Regardless of how she returned so fast...]

Hey angel...

[Oh yeah, that's blood on her chin.]

Are you OK...?

[And the posture is just plain subdued.]

Are you mad...?

[The reactor vents in her back are within your reach - so vulnerable.]

Mad? Styx I’m furious. I’m Furious! You cored some guy for what? You were in some blood fueled haze?! Styx you can’t just do that! Jesus Buddha Christ!

[Ashlyn doesn’t lay a hand in her, but she’s very animated, pacing and waving her hands around]

Aun above you might have killed a man for no good reason. You cannot do that, ever, because that’s Murder, Styx.

[thelancer27]

[wait how do you kiss a whole river that doesnt exist.. omni says the styx is gone?? or is pretend?]

@totally-normal-kidd

It’s just a name, she’s not a real river. Although I’d kiss her anyways even if she was.

[thelancer27]

Well… shit. I’m not really sure what to do! Don’t get involved next time? Go the other way? Christ Styx what do we do?

[She's here]

[How is she here she went out.]

[Two hours ago.]

[Regardless of how she returned so fast...]

Hey angel...

[Oh yeah, that's blood on her chin.]

Are you OK...?

[And the posture is just plain subdued.]

Are you mad...?

[The reactor vents in her back are within your reach - so vulnerable.]

Mad? Styx I’m furious. I’m Furious! You cored some guy for what? You were in some blood fueled haze?! Styx you can’t just do that! Jesus Buddha Christ!

[Ashlyn doesn’t lay a hand in her, but she’s very animated, pacing and waving her hands around]

Aun above you might have killed a man for no good reason. You cannot do that, ever, because that’s Murder, Styx.

[thelancer27]

Okay, okay. Well, fuck! What do we do about that? We can’t let you just go maul people because you smell blood. Can we even try to help you with that?

[She's here]

[How is she here she went out.]

[Two hours ago.]

[Regardless of how she returned so fast...]

Hey angel...

[Oh yeah, that's blood on her chin.]

Are you OK...?

[And the posture is just plain subdued.]

Are you mad...?

[The reactor vents in her back are within your reach - so vulnerable.]

Mad? Styx I’m furious. I’m Furious! You cored some guy for what? You were in some blood fueled haze?! Styx you can’t just do that! Jesus Buddha Christ!

[Ashlyn doesn’t lay a hand in her, but she’s very animated, pacing and waving her hands around]

Aun above you might have killed a man for no good reason. You cannot do that, ever, because that’s Murder, Styx.