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May 28th, 2018

luciformis: (I was sleeping in the garden)
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I was at the bar with my drinkin' team; closed.

luciformis: (I was sleeping in the garden)
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» WHO? Debils (Ryo, Akira, Kira, Jupiter, Neptune, and Venus)
» WHEN? The night of the drinking party.
» WHERE? In the war zone left by the party.
» WHAT? A bunch of teens get drunk and play ill-advised games.
» WARNINGS? Underage drinking and questionable decisions. Nothing unusual. Will update as needed.

hands in the air and hand over your keys )
iustitia: (let's make a baby)
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iustitia: (let's make a baby)
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[open]

iustitia: (let's make a baby)
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» WHO? Terezi + OPEN
» WHEN? 5/28
» WHERE? mess hall, hallways
» WHAT? fixing the food replicators, chalk drawings on the walls
» WARNINGS? none

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artisticliberty: (the persistence of memory)
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early morning stargazing; open

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» WHO? a new arrival, and, potentially, you?
» WHEN? the morning after the drinking party
» WHERE? observation deck, deck one
» WHAT? intro pooooooost
» WARNINGS? nah!

[good morning, reverie terminal. did you sleep well? still nursing that hangover? well, if you take a stroll over to the observation deck, you'll see a young man you haven't seen before with his hands and face pressed to the window, gazing in awe at the stars and the early morning sun. actually, that's probably not healthy, come to think of it. and on top of that, he's talking to himself. cool cool cool, that's totally normal.]

How beautiful... the stars are truly a font of inspiration. I could never have imagined I'd see such a magnificent sight... and here I am, without my sketchbook. This is a cruel irony, indeed.

[he pauses for a moment, then digs in the pocket of his jumpsuit, and pulls out... a pen!]

This will have to do for now.

[and he proceeds to roll up his sleeve and starts drawing on his arm.]