[VOICE] I got an itch. (timed post-Khemet wrapup!)

[proto-riot.livejournal.com]

Oi.

Any of you dipshits come from a world where 'Stairway to Heaven', 'Highway to Hell', or 'Another One Bites the Dust' means anything?

...Need some records..

The Nightmare's Return

[phobophage]

Video:
So the Dream World sucks up my attention, and I return to find new faces here, and familiar faces gone. I'll have to remember to keep my dating within my own world from now on.

I've no idea whether to be relieved or irritated that I apparently missed some rebellions. Hm.

Action:
[The pale teenager slides through the dreams of CO. Wherever she passes, the dreams she touches takes a turn for the worse. It does nothing to wipe the scowl off her face, but inside her a small part feels better..]

(no subject)

[mach-n-roll.livejournal.com]

[Video, to Ran]

"Hey, Ran! I pieced everything together after I came around, and I just wanted to say thanks for all you did for me. Also, congratulations on that thing in Erhas! Looks like you're really makin' a habit out of saving the day."

[Video, to Meiling]

"Hey! Gotta question for you. How'd you like to spend a day in my world? I know this huge Extreme Gear complex in Steel City! I'll get ya all suited up, and teach ya how they fly where we come from! How's that sound?"

[Action]

Sonic's on the run again! He's happily zipping across the compound, jumping from overhang to overhang, springing across gaps, swinging off flag poles several hundred feet up, and generally just having a hell of a good time. Watch? Dodge? Grab his attention and talk to him?

(no subject)

[untamedlawman.livejournal.com]

[Action]

[From the Gate of World-NCaH, a bundle of black trundles in, draped with snow. All that can be seen of Virgil is her blue eyes and her blue-tip ears.]

Whoever says Hell is fire and brimstone ain't been in the Dakotas in the winter. Hell is cold, slippery and...

[She keeps muttering to herself as she starts to shed the layers and layers of soggy, wet overcoat, coat, scarves, hat, and vest, bundling them up to stuff inside a laundry bag before being unceremoniously tossed into a chute - leaving muddy bootprints all the way to her room, stopping to rub warmth and feeling back into her ears]

Gosh darn, they better not fall off...