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Sep. 6th, 2012 08:47 pm[Just woke up from coma. Buttmad about it tbh.
A puzzle post might be in order to cheer himself up. In fact, a puzzle post is definitely in order.]
It has t at the beginning, t at the end, and t in the center of it. What is it?
I fly and never leave the ground, I swim and never get wet. What am I?
There is a green house. Inside there is a white house. Inside there is a red house, and inside the red house many babies. What is it?
What has a head, a tail, is brown, and has no legs?
I'm black when you get me, red while you use me, white when you're all through with me. What am I?
I am lighter than what I am made of. More of me is hidden then seen. What am I?
There is a room with three switches in it downstairs, and above them an attic with three lightbulbs. Each bulb corresponds to one switch. You can turn the switches on and off freely, leaving them in any position. How would you find which switch corresponds to which bulb, if only allowed one trip upstairs?
Your last good ping-pong ball fell down into a narrow metal pipe embedded in concrete one foot deep. How can you get it out undamaged, if all the tools you have are your tennis paddle, your shoe-laces, and your plastic water bottle, which does not fit into the pipe? (Author's note: it must be a frivolous life to care so intensely about a ping-pong ball, but then again, the solution is so easy that a ping-pong aficionado really can't be looked down upon for going to the effort, I suppose.)
Having fun, readers? If you're sweating too hard over these, maybe we can play a free-form game. ♥
A puzzle post might be in order to cheer himself up. In fact, a puzzle post is definitely in order.]
It has t at the beginning, t at the end, and t in the center of it. What is it?
I fly and never leave the ground, I swim and never get wet. What am I?
There is a green house. Inside there is a white house. Inside there is a red house, and inside the red house many babies. What is it?
What has a head, a tail, is brown, and has no legs?
I'm black when you get me, red while you use me, white when you're all through with me. What am I?
I am lighter than what I am made of. More of me is hidden then seen. What am I?
There is a room with three switches in it downstairs, and above them an attic with three lightbulbs. Each bulb corresponds to one switch. You can turn the switches on and off freely, leaving them in any position. How would you find which switch corresponds to which bulb, if only allowed one trip upstairs?
Your last good ping-pong ball fell down into a narrow metal pipe embedded in concrete one foot deep. How can you get it out undamaged, if all the tools you have are your tennis paddle, your shoe-laces, and your plastic water bottle, which does not fit into the pipe? (Author's note: it must be a frivolous life to care so intensely about a ping-pong ball, but then again, the solution is so easy that a ping-pong aficionado really can't be looked down upon for going to the effort, I suppose.)
Having fun, readers? If you're sweating too hard over these, maybe we can play a free-form game. ♥
Even a surplus of suffering gets boring after a while, hmm? Funny...
Say, Captain. Next time let's stop at a beach or something. Or maybe you could make a driveby of Tokyo. I'd appreciate the chance for a shopping spree, here. My wardrobe hasn't had an infusion of new things in weeks. It's terrible.
[A put-upon little sigh.] Not to get my hopes up, is anyone around here up for a game?
Say, Captain. Next time let's stop at a beach or something. Or maybe you could make a driveby of Tokyo. I'd appreciate the chance for a shopping spree, here. My wardrobe hasn't had an infusion of new things in weeks. It's terrible.
[A put-upon little sigh.] Not to get my hopes up, is anyone around here up for a game?
[For those who have become acquainted with Joshua, he sounds... well. Far more mellow than he usually does. Usually he has a sort of aggressively peppy demeanor, ready to be on the nicey-nice offensive.
He's up on deck observing the view of stars and galaxies spreading out around, as he often is. Along with the library it's become one of his haunts.]
This place really is degrading. I suppose if your argument is that the ends completely justifies the means, than it's tolerable, but I think the Admiral could probably qualify as an inmate here himself.
[A short little sigh.] So who here does think that the ends justify the means? [Even if he's hypocritical to complain about that! He wouldn't go to these lengths. Under his guiding hand, people die and have their individuality destroyed utterly if they won't fight to survive, and he was willing to level a whole city if it meant he could remake it better later, which should not go unmentioned.
... But at least he didn't actually warp anyone's personality or forcibly alter their mentality. Right?? Right??? He wiped some memories but that's different. RIGHT???
Anyway.]
If I don't get my hands on a piano here, I'm going to lose my touch. [The last part of the sentence might be half playful, but not nearly so much as usually.] There's one somewhere on this ship, isn't there?
He's up on deck observing the view of stars and galaxies spreading out around, as he often is. Along with the library it's become one of his haunts.]
This place really is degrading. I suppose if your argument is that the ends completely justifies the means, than it's tolerable, but I think the Admiral could probably qualify as an inmate here himself.
[A short little sigh.] So who here does think that the ends justify the means? [Even if he's hypocritical to complain about that! He wouldn't go to these lengths. Under his guiding hand, people die and have their individuality destroyed utterly if they won't fight to survive, and he was willing to level a whole city if it meant he could remake it better later, which should not go unmentioned.
... But at least he didn't actually warp anyone's personality or forcibly alter their mentality. Right?? Right??? He wiped some memories but that's different. RIGHT???
Anyway.]
If I don't get my hands on a piano here, I'm going to lose my touch. [The last part of the sentence might be half playful, but not nearly so much as usually.] There's one somewhere on this ship, isn't there?
[... Well, well. He's been bemusedly watching people call out for compatriots from home and other acquaintances so far and... there's only one person from home he can think of that he really wants to see, maybe. But he's also kind of curious, and bored as usual, so.
He's up on deck, perched somewhere with the normal accompanying book temporarily set aside. The communicator points up towards his face, so the backdrop is the terrific vista of stars and space visible from the deck.]
Hey, hey. I want to play too. [Smile.] All you transients: inquiring minds want to know! Did you just get yoinked here from a humdrum day? Or did you die first? If you decided to come around for a look-see, how'd you know to decide? [A thoughtful moue.] Do any of you play Tin Pin Slammer?
He's up on deck, perched somewhere with the normal accompanying book temporarily set aside. The communicator points up towards his face, so the backdrop is the terrific vista of stars and space visible from the deck.]
Hey, hey. I want to play too. [Smile.] All you transients: inquiring minds want to know! Did you just get yoinked here from a humdrum day? Or did you die first? If you decided to come around for a look-see, how'd you know to decide? [A thoughtful moue.] Do any of you play Tin Pin Slammer?
Howdy to all you Bargites. ヘ(°￢°)ノ Or should I call you Bargians? Do we even have a name for the collective population here? It's rather sequestered otherwise. Inmates and wardens are all in the same boat after all. [Pardon his pun.]
（＾ｖ＾）
Anyhow, I wanted to offer the gang a little PSA. I've noticed a sad lack of emoticons floating around on the network when people are using text, and what's a text conversation without small collections of symbols to express your emotions in shorthand? A dull text conversation, that's what!
I have a whole lexicon for everyone's perusal. I've even gone to the trouble of separating them by emotion.
Enjoy, Bargites. ( ﾉ^ω^)ﾉﾟ
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（＾ｖ＾）
Anyhow, I wanted to offer the gang a little PSA. I've noticed a sad lack of emoticons floating around on the network when people are using text, and what's a text conversation without small collections of symbols to express your emotions in shorthand? A dull text conversation, that's what!
I have a whole lexicon for everyone's perusal. I've even gone to the trouble of separating them by emotion.
Enjoy, Bargites. ( ﾉ^ω^)ﾉﾟ
( not an ic cut )
[Joshua is a light sleeper and a wary one, but with his power limitations on the Barge, even he has to be unguarded sometimes. Of course it comes when he sleeps and dreams.
Make your choice, dreamwalker! Whichever one you want.
( dream options below the post, because this puppy is long )
Make your choice, dreamwalker! Whichever one you want.
( dream options below the post, because this puppy is long )
[This post is for the empathy flood so backdated to the 13th, shall we say. For this event Joshua's feelings such as they are will be projected, as receiving is something he can do on his own with his usual powers.
Anyway.
It seems one Yoshiya Kiryu has been caught with his pants down, so to speak - or at least caught out of his rooms on a revealing flood like this. Maybe he's conveniently not noticed anything going on, fond as he is of sometimes just ignoring his communicator even when he should be keeping on the up and up.
Maybe he's feeling sorry for himself? He's sitting at one of the big low tables paging through a book showcasing feats of architecture. Glass and steel and cities, arches of stone, glorious windows. He misses Shibuya like the nagging ache of a tooth. Mr. H should have come by to pick him up by now if he was going to... he's long overdue. A new composer must have ascended the throne. Maybe Sho, he'd wanted the post. Neku wouldn't suit it even if he has the raw potential - it's all going to waste, unformed.
He pages back and forth through the book with his chin propped in one hand. The atmosphere around him is rather sullen, prickly like the beginning of an electrical storm. Not that he'll actually really be able to enforce his miffed temper the way he'd like to, so approach with blithe abandon, all.]
Anyway.
It seems one Yoshiya Kiryu has been caught with his pants down, so to speak - or at least caught out of his rooms on a revealing flood like this. Maybe he's conveniently not noticed anything going on, fond as he is of sometimes just ignoring his communicator even when he should be keeping on the up and up.
Maybe he's feeling sorry for himself? He's sitting at one of the big low tables paging through a book showcasing feats of architecture. Glass and steel and cities, arches of stone, glorious windows. He misses Shibuya like the nagging ache of a tooth. Mr. H should have come by to pick him up by now if he was going to... he's long overdue. A new composer must have ascended the throne. Maybe Sho, he'd wanted the post. Neku wouldn't suit it even if he has the raw potential - it's all going to waste, unformed.
He pages back and forth through the book with his chin propped in one hand. The atmosphere around him is rather sullen, prickly like the beginning of an electrical storm. Not that he'll actually really be able to enforce his miffed temper the way he'd like to, so approach with blithe abandon, all.]
Well, that was fun! I now have a whole new perspective on the saying "sleeping with the fishes." It was much more comfortable than anybody could expect, given the usual context of that saying, hee hee! I don't suppose there's research available on how merfolk sleep. Did I do it like a dolphin, I wonder? Half of the brain awake and vigilant at all times, that's how they don't drown while they're getting shuteye, you know. All of us should aspire to be so on the ball.
It did lack company, but I don't mind taking a day or two here and there to stop and smell the anemones. That joke would go over better if there was actually a sea creature named after a flower that I could reference. Is there a marine biologist in the house? Help a brother out. [Another giggle.]
In conclusion, the only serious disappointment was the lack of singing, dancing, choreographed wildlife bursting into song and dance at random. Maybe one of these days we can look forward to a whaddyacallem where everyone is changed into some form of fluffy woodland creature, singing his or her little heart out - dancing if you can't sing, obviously. The choreography there would really be something to watch, I'm sure. Or maybe that's happened already? Somebody tell me if it has. I'll be so sad to have missed it, but I'll make do with hand-me-down stories anyhow.
[Somebody was transformed to mer...folk during that Flood! He spent his days beneath the glassy waves, observing other people with interest. Now in retrospect it is equal parts fun to remember, and annoying.]
It did lack company, but I don't mind taking a day or two here and there to stop and smell the anemones. That joke would go over better if there was actually a sea creature named after a flower that I could reference. Is there a marine biologist in the house? Help a brother out. [Another giggle.]
In conclusion, the only serious disappointment was the lack of singing, dancing, choreographed wildlife bursting into song and dance at random. Maybe one of these days we can look forward to a whaddyacallem where everyone is changed into some form of fluffy woodland creature, singing his or her little heart out - dancing if you can't sing, obviously. The choreography there would really be something to watch, I'm sure. Or maybe that's happened already? Somebody tell me if it has. I'll be so sad to have missed it, but I'll make do with hand-me-down stories anyhow.
[Somebody was transformed to mer...folk during that Flood! He spent his days beneath the glassy waves, observing other people with interest. Now in retrospect it is equal parts fun to remember, and annoying.]
[Well, this guy (or gal as the case may be) is now choosing to show his (her) charming face on the network for the first time. As a girl Joshua doesn't actually look all that different. The features are a little finer, maybe, the lashes a little longer, but the giggle is no less obnoxious.
Hee hee.]
Gosh... you know, I don't see how this is so bad. I'm not sure I'd mind staying this way longer, in fact. [A dainty eyelash-flutter directed towards the video feed.] For one thing, girls get much nicer clothes, and they're allowed to like them much more. It's so hard to be a fashionista when you're expected to be getting in fights and grubbing around in the mud.
Too bad there's no place around here to go shopping.
Hee hee.]
Gosh... you know, I don't see how this is so bad. I'm not sure I'd mind staying this way longer, in fact. [A dainty eyelash-flutter directed towards the video feed.] For one thing, girls get much nicer clothes, and they're allowed to like them much more. It's so hard to be a fashionista when you're expected to be getting in fights and grubbing around in the mud.
Too bad there's no place around here to go shopping.
[Someone's in a rather foul temper, but when would Joshua want to show a thing like that? It would be a disgusting display of weakness, impermissible if only for his own pride. So he'll cover it up of course. It can't hurt to play a little game of get-to-know-your-neighbor as he does.]
Charming setup they have here, isn't it? But I'm sure everybody will have lots of things to say to me about that. [The communicator picks up a soft, playful giggle.] I think it's awfully cute personally, but I sure hope someone's made provisions for what happens if people get seasick.
Anyhow, I'd say I'm fresh off the boat but that's a little misleading given the circumstances, don't you agree? Hee. I'm just ever so excited to start getting to know everybody though. How about we play a little game to get acquainted? It won't take very long, and you get to talk about you! What more could you ask for?
Describe yourself in three words. No more, no less – though if you manage the latter, actually I'll be impressed!
[That's a big fat lie, he won't care a jot unless it's funny. But so it goes.]
Charming setup they have here, isn't it? But I'm sure everybody will have lots of things to say to me about that. [The communicator picks up a soft, playful giggle.] I think it's awfully cute personally, but I sure hope someone's made provisions for what happens if people get seasick.
Anyhow, I'd say I'm fresh off the boat but that's a little misleading given the circumstances, don't you agree? Hee. I'm just ever so excited to start getting to know everybody though. How about we play a little game to get acquainted? It won't take very long, and you get to talk about you! What more could you ask for?
Describe yourself in three words. No more, no less – though if you manage the latter, actually I'll be impressed!
[That's a big fat lie, he won't care a jot unless it's funny. But so it goes.]
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Apr. 21st, 2011 04:41 pmby Dorianne Laux.
Death Comes To Me Again, A Girl
Death comes to me again, a girl
in a cotton slip, barefoot, giggling.
It's not so terrible she tells me,
not like you think, all darkness
and silence. There are windchimes
and the smell of lemons, some days
it rains, but more often the air is dry
and sweet. I sit beneath the staircase
built from hair and bone and listen
to the voices of the living. I like it,
she says, shaking the dust from her hair,
especially when they fight, and when they sing.
