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Sorry I've been quiet everyone! I've been trying to work enough hours that I'd be able to go to a poetry festival this weekend but sadly I just couldn't make enough money to do it.

The only good news is that I'll be off this weekend so I can be here though!

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Cove gives a small nod. Jack's appearance is... Startling, but Cove's seen worse in his time away from Earth.

"a deal." He answers, "o-one that might... h-help you."

Cove doesn't know for sure if anything he can do will help, actually, but he's willing to give it a shot.

"just... a-about some things y-you might have s-seen. a-and to see if y-you, if we might b-be able to help each other. i can't s-say some w-won't be uncomfortable but... it's f-for a good cause."

THE ASSURANCE—IF YOU CAN CALL IT THAT—RELIEVES SOME OF THE TENSION IN HIS POSTURE. Jack hops from the ledge and lands on his feet, one hand connecting with the ground to stabilize himself. He straightens and crosses his arms. “A deal.” Jack deadpans, distrust evident in the way he enunciates the last word. Few willingly approach him and those that do leave immediately. This person knows him to an extent and may need his talents. Jack’s not stupid, he knows his capabilities. Only the untrustworthy would want something like him.

“What kind of questions? I’m the champion of twenty, but if they’re the type you ask in truth or dare, I’m not game.”

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"TH h HAT IS WHA t I sAId!" It isn't, but Shift isn't about to admit that. Their ears twitch and they laugh, loud enough that the speakers give high pitched feedback amongst the noise.

"do YoU Wa WA WANt to PlAY TeTRis? BeT I Can BEaT YOU." They think multiplayer Tetris is a real thing. They aren't sure. They know they'll win if it is, though.

"i'M ShiFT BY THE WaY! YouR FriendLY... H HALLuCINAtion!"

Chess blinks once. Twice. Rubs his eyes. Rubs them again.

...it's still there.

What is it?

"Mindswe–" He breaks off, glancing over his shoulder to see if anyone's there, in the shadows. His bleary eyes catch nothing out of the ordinary, so he returns to the screen, confusion still apparent. "Minesweeper? Uh, I mean, not downloaded, but is—I think it's available online now, or something, isn't it? Kinda like Tetris?" Why is he talking back to this thing? Hallucinations are the first step down a dangerous path. Lord, maybe he really should've gotten more sleep.

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No longer answering his messages, the door swings open. Splenda is also in his pajamas, an oversized sweatshirt and boxers. His hair is pulled back in two buns and he looks at her slippers. Looks at her. Raises a brow.

"ma'am tell me you so did not walk this whole way in those."

[ txt ] sweet n' low ]:   np [ txt ] sweet n' low ]:   now open the door

Alright, she  said  she'd knock, but Hiroe says a lot of things. To her credit, she does lightly tap the door with her knuckles a few times, but it's just so she can bullshit saying she knocked instead of giving any real effort now that Splenda knows she's there. She'd still been wearing her pajamas;  simple cotton shorts and a tank top with some socks that were a little too big for her bunched at her ankles. Did she walk the whole way in slippers? Maybe. Her hair's in the same white scrunchie as always, no need to fuss about that. Another text is quickly tapped out.

[ txt ] sweet n' low ]:   u have food right?

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"yeah?" Bane actually is amused at that. His smirk grows into a smile. "well, we wouldn't want that, would we."

His fingers wiggle a little and then he nods and pushes his sweatshirt sleeve up. "go on then, huh?"

"Only if I slaughtered you and got blood everywhere. A little taste isn't going to make anyone look twice." Besides, it's not like she'd be the only one. There were a few other humans dotted around for that exact purpose.

But, Bella is nothing if not polite. She won't bite down until she has explicit permission (this time).

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TRAIL : for one muse (nolis) to notice the other (anton) has been following them. for nolis!!

@zoanthropiic // meme tag

Nolis has been aware that he's been being followed for a while. He's decided to humor whoever it is for a short time while he figures out what to do about it, not even bothering to look over his shoulder. Eventually, it becomes more annoying than anything else.

Nolis stops abruptly and turns sharply, raising his brows slowly as he doesn't see anyone.

"may as well come out. explain why you're following." He says, as conversationally as he can manage in his clipped, business-like tone.

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[ ASH ] sender and receiver become reacquainted after many years.

@inwire // meme tag

They met for the first time six years ago, when Violet was nineteen. It had been their father who had called Dean Winchester-- apparently having been attempting to reach John Winchester for something and ending up having to go with his son instead. Violet didn't know the details of that whole situation, nor did they really care at the time either.

All they had cared about was getting rid of the poltergeist that had attached itself to one of the items they were attempting to sell before it destroyed their entire antique business. Dean had done that well enough, which had slated him on Violet's good enough side.

Being on his good enough side, Violet had contacted him again, seven years later. Not panicked on the phone, Violet tended to keep a level head in bad situations, but his tone was enough to convey that the problem was serious. Something to do with their father, Carmen. Violet meets Dean at their motel room, where they're standing at the ready as soon as he arrives, opening the door before he even knocks, staring down at him searchingly.

"canary's in texas. he's trying to catch a flight up." Their voice remains as serious as it was on the phone. "dad's sick. something isn't... normal about it. i know it isn't normal. i need help figuring out what it is and how to fix it."

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"doesn't m-mean you should try t-to speed up the p-process." Cove shrugs. "if we're g-going to work together i-i can't have you be a liability."

“People die from all sorts of things,” He pointed out, sternly, “What business is it of yours?”

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"fourth indeed!" Splenda chirps brightly, clicking his tongue loudly and popping open the tab and taking a sip of the energy drink. It's sickly sweet, just the way he likes them. "and i won't go into cardiac arrest, that's like- that's a myth. no one's heart just stops."

A pause.

"and if it DID you could give me like. ummmmm. cpr? you'd save my life! don't you want to save someone's life? maybe i should have like. another one after this. or get hit by lightning! you'd like that so much wouldn't you?"

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Viktor's eyes flick to a nearby trashcan. He realizes that cannot be the grand sum, but it gives him a starting guess.

"This would be the...fourth?" Thick brows raise, lips quirked into a little grin. "I am beginning to think you may go into cardiac arrest rather than passing out. In which case, I cannot help you."

He's one to talk. He ate toast with jam for breakfast, nothing for lunch, and it's presently 11 at night and he's had water and at least two pots of coffee. He's been awake thirty hours straight. He's full of shit.

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"house parties. parties at a house." Sunshine muses, because it's a novel concept to her. This must be the city, then, or at least some kind of city if there were resources going around enough to have a party in ones own home.

The music is loud, now especially that she's out of her bathroom prison. She looks around again, a little like someone who doesn't exactly know where they are or what's going on even slightly and is trying to get their baring's. After a moment, she nods.

"yes, that would be so very ideal, my friend. company..."

Tate pays very little attention to her sharp teeth. His own can be pretty sharp too, at certain times of the month.

"Hm. Weird." He doesn't think it's magic - he kind of thinks she doesn't know, and is a little embarrassed to say so.

At that, though, he offers a grin. "Yeah, house parties are a bit like that. You want some company for a bit?"

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Chat i do not feel better in fact I feel Worse 😞

Good morning chat. Have an awful stomach ache that I hope goes away bc I work all weekend and I want that holiday pay bad on Monday!!

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My friends I'm so tired of all my music. If you have any recs please tell me I need something new to jam to 🙏🙏

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Its form shifts and changes in strange and unnerving ways, never staying quite the same. With most Creatians-- and humans, when the time calls for it-- Moonbeam sticks to a form that is more or less in line with a human shape. It can never fully recreate that shape, of course, it is celestial. It does not have the ability to look exactly as a person does. Still, it tries with creatians, with humans. With Zim? With a being so far from both creatians and humans? It does not make a point to hold much of a form at all.

It is a thing of teeth and tentacles and strange glowing things inside an undulating mass that may be bones.

"good. evil," it says, less from its many mouths and more from its being, "who is to say where a god may fall? morality is for mortals, so i've always said. but it is best to please those whom you pray to, wouldn't you agree?"

Zim would never admit Moonbeam terrified it.

It was no stranger to the idea of gods - it was something that was rigorously fed into it as a smeet when training began. Simply put, there are beings more powerful out there than others. Not that anyone was as powerful as The Tallests and the Irken Armada, but there were beings created out divine intervention. They could have birthright abilities and powers related to their world origin, gain them from outside means, or simply be a god because they had a following.

In this case, however, Moonbeam appeared alongside the birth of its planet, with a kingdom to rule and abilities to rule alongside with it. It knew its place - on a throne.

Power was something that Zim pondered on frequently. It knew that the Irken race was the most powerful race in the universe. However, the ability to manipulate elements naturally was a big advantage. It didn't want to think about it too much for fear of retaliation should it accidentally commit treason, but... How could a creature with no birthright power be more powerful than one that bends elements to its will?

Zim looked at Moonbeam's many teeth. "...Right." it concluded. "Are you suggesting its easier to play along with gods than an evil counterpart?"

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Good morning chat. Have an awful stomach ache that I hope goes away bc I work all weekend and I want that holiday pay bad on Monday!!

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I need Cove Slidell to do more insane shit

Let him do insane shit

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"who is him?" Moonbeam questions, more curious than it realizes. It knows that Earth has religions, many of them, in fact, though it's not well versed in most of them. "why are you so obsessed with him?"

the dialogue prompts him to pause. (big questions. that kinda talk which demands forethought. introspection. real, solid remarks.) august crams his hands inside his hoodie. “ the power. ” mice mumble drawl.

“ ain’t thought of it like that before. i want to believe, mainly. trust in him. ” the child pronounces in him like a prayer. “ it���s simple human nature to struggle. to ask why and how. ”

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ACCIDENTL FOLLOWED/UNFOLLOWED/FOLLOWED SOMEONE LIKE 3 TIMES TRYING TO HIT THE ASK BUTTON SO SORRY