Solf J Kimblee (
explosivecombat) wrote2014-09-03 07:18 pm
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Entry tags:
- !ic,
- *text,
- @ash,
- @carmen sandiego (here she is),
- @celestia ludenberg,
- @chihiro fujisaki,
- @cynthia (fe:a),
- @dist the rose (take him seriously),
- @envy,
- @isaac mcdougal: non-fail junior,
- admittedly kind of asking for it,
- i used to be hardcore,
- just thought he'd ask,
- my social skills are flawless,
- my standard fma character weakness tho,
- slacking off like hell,
- surprisingly not plotting anyone's death,
- texting into the void,
- this is really stupid,
- today we are tranquil for once,
- topped by baby pokemon,
- totally a serious villain shut up
036. [Text/Action for Goldenrod City]
As grateful as I am that it's no longer raining animals down from on high, it's debatable whether this is much better.
[And there's a shot of the interior of a florist shop – one that's normally well-kept, from the look of it, though the "normally" is a bit marred today; it's not quite bull-in-a-china-shop level of disarray, but it's obvious someone's been going through the flowers with reckless abandon today.
Or, well, something, given that the next shot is showing the area behind the counter; that...well, that certainly is a pair of very young-looking and clearly sleepy goats back there, all folded in on themselves and solidly out cold.]
Don't misunderstand me, they're adorable, but they're making it somewhat difficult for me to work.
As for the more important matters, for those who care: I'm in Goldenrod City for the time being – are these things everywhere, or just here? And it's worth noting that, like with the cats and dogs from earlier, they're not anything I recognize, either.
[And Kimblee can be found in that florist shop for the better part of the day today, actually, if anyone wants to speak to him in person; this is apparently just something he's going to do with himself when he's not terrorizing the network. It's mundane work to be sure, but it's surprisingly calming; granted, if you ask him to arrange anything for you, it's likely going to be very passive-aggressive if he doesn't feel you're being creative enough in your requests, so tread lightly lest you hand your beloved something that translates to "SORRY ABOUT YOUR TASTE."]
[And there's a shot of the interior of a florist shop – one that's normally well-kept, from the look of it, though the "normally" is a bit marred today; it's not quite bull-in-a-china-shop level of disarray, but it's obvious someone's been going through the flowers with reckless abandon today.
Or, well, something, given that the next shot is showing the area behind the counter; that...well, that certainly is a pair of very young-looking and clearly sleepy goats back there, all folded in on themselves and solidly out cold.]
Don't misunderstand me, they're adorable, but they're making it somewhat difficult for me to work.
As for the more important matters, for those who care: I'm in Goldenrod City for the time being – are these things everywhere, or just here? And it's worth noting that, like with the cats and dogs from earlier, they're not anything I recognize, either.
[And Kimblee can be found in that florist shop for the better part of the day today, actually, if anyone wants to speak to him in person; this is apparently just something he's going to do with himself when he's not terrorizing the network. It's mundane work to be sure, but it's surprisingly calming; granted, if you ask him to arrange anything for you, it's likely going to be very passive-aggressive if he doesn't feel you're being creative enough in your requests, so tread lightly lest you hand your beloved something that translates to "SORRY ABOUT YOUR TASTE."]
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Hey. You still having trouble with those goats?
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[dead philosophers, what else]
[WOMAN THAT PUN THOUGH...]
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Do they do anything other than sleep and destroy shops?
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[...that was totally supposed to say text too]
...if it makes you feel any better I do text so often that I do action dialogue in courier nowadays
Typing all those HTML tags for nothing. How sad.
I know, right.
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I'm very glad they didn't fall from the sky, though.
[The cats were bad, the dogs were also bad, but goats? Somewhere a line must be drawn, or else someone really is going to be able to say they suffered a concussion via goats falling from the sky with the utmost seriousness, and that's kind of sad.]
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...it's not a topic she likes to dwell on, so today, to distract herself, she's decided to purchase some flowers for her room. Maybe some sweet smelling ones, with a strong perfume, or maybe some delicate lilies...
There's not much point contemplating other sorts, however. She knows what she's going to pick.]
Ah, excuse me...
[...admittedly, the...state of the shop will momentarily take her by surprise, as she enters, but her poker face is excellent and she's able to keep her distaste hidden. Following her into the shop are an extremely well-groomed Ninetales, with black ribbons on her neck and tails, and finally one of those...falling cat things, with a bandage on her head and a fascinated look on her face.
...no really, you'd think she'd never seen flowers before, judging by the way she gaping at everything. Wow. Ignoring her Pokémon for the moment, Celes focuses on the store attendant.
...who looks...really damn familiar. Hmmm. Well, she'll be polite, as always.]
Do you sell roses?
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I'm not sure if this is better or worse than finding a random egg next to the pillow like we did last time new things showed up.
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...well, actually, no, the goats were objectively less crazy than the rain of terrified kittens and smug poodles, but the situation was permitted to be crazier via the fact that she was trying to wrangle some of the more rambunctious goats and this had lead to her hopping onto one and it taking her on a bit of a ride.
Said ride takes them to a florist shop, so a bucking baby goat rushes in and jumps around in an attempt to shake off the rider, who is trying very, very hard to stay calm.]
Woah, kiddo, take this back outside...! You'll break something...!
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Dist watches his steps as he weaves around broken flowers scattered on the floor, Rosamund the Roserade not too far behind him. Neither of them seem pleased by the presentation of the shop today. In fact, Dist is feeling pretty vocal about it. Time to give the poor clerk a piece of his mind!]
What in the world is this? This place is a mess, and anything but professional! Why, you all should be ashamed of yourselves...
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Wait a second.]
Mr. Kimblee?
[What is even going on here.]
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how can you look at those faces and say its difficult to work? you can just use 'em as an excuse to take a break!
[Demyx you are the worst fucking rocket ever. No, really. He's been feeding one of those poor little goats some of the fliers he's supposed to be passing out. Between that and letting his giant gyarados eat them, he can get done faster!]
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