...so, guys. Uh. Nice...nice night we're having.

...ah...well. Um.

Yeah.

( Filtered to Light )
( Filtered to Sunny )

[[Evelynne and Amadeus are officially out of the game. Thanks to those who played with them!]]

Let me tell you a story.

Once, there was a person. She was stuck in a city of batshit insane people who hated it there but didn't care enough to actually try to get out. There was a carousel in this city too. People wanted to get it to stop because it apparently meant the End of the World Was Nigh. Because it was running. Constantly. It never crossed anyone's minds that the world was bound to end anyway.

And then a couple smartasses thought it'd be pretty cool to speed it up because obviously, the ticking wasn't loud enough already, and getting half the people riled up about the End of the World would be fun. At the same time, a handful of hormonal freaks suddenly showed up, and everyone went crazy over it, including the "deities," who can't really be deities when you think about the fact that they have authorities above them.

The moral of the story is: A few extra people get in, and the volume in this place jumps decibels. Shut the hell up already!

If anyone sees a blonde man moping by the fountain, please tell him to suck it up and stop.

If you caught onto the fact that all I ever do is moan and gripe about the noise level, congratulations. You're on notice.

MEDIC.

Unless you're psycho, in which case, BACK OFF. I HAVE MACE.

[[Aaaaand Amy-mun's finally back. DX Don't worry. No angst. But she'll still want professional assistance.]]

Two things.

1: WHERE THE HELL IS AMADEUS. A whole week of trying to find him, and he is NOWHERE.

2: Also, I can't smell a thing. This honestly doesn't bother me that much.

[[Off! A million thanks to Lexie for playing messenger for me. ♥ I'm starting classes soon, so naturally, that means I'll be dodgy, but I'm definitely with a connection now. Finally. On the other hand, Amy-mun's just moving in, so it's another two days before Amadeus shows up.]]

Well, if the weather doesn't change suddenly enough around here, I don't--

...that's a hell of a lot of snow.

EDIT Wait. Wait, shit.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. That is a hell of a lot of snow.

I need help. Was anyone near the fountain any time in the last hour? Did anyone see a man there with--shit--uh...blonde, about six foot something, jeans, white--dammit, WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO GENERIC.

If ANYONE has seen Amadeus, I need to know. That snow--

Shit, it has to storm now?!

[[Off hiatus. I'm running on EDT time for now, and I really needed some sort of reason for Amadeus not to be around for a week and a half or so.]]

What exactly is the point of suddenly having a kitchen when neither you nor your roommate can actually cook?

Never understood why this place tries to be so accommodating. That woman's answer this morning didn't tell much either.

While I'm listing things we don't need, what's with the "home entertainment system"? DVD player? TV? No thanks. Not making this place "home," considering we barely ever turned the TV on back there.

ETA Now, a balcony, I don't mind too much. Even if we've got snow piling up out there like we're in Alaska.

...it's nice getting cut out of the 'fun' for once. Actually, this is twice in a row now. I like that.

Days like these are best spent behind locked doors and away from the general populace. Good God, why does a place like this even exist?

Still raining. Doesn't that just feel like home.

...except whatever the hell's swimming around in the water. Oh, well. City at its usual.

Wait.

Oh, look.

Tentacles.

Isn't that nice.

Time to find another room. One without windows, maybe.

Can we get a little Linkin Park in here? I don't think there's enough angst floating around from this curse.

( Private. Go away if you're not Amadeus. )

For the record, no, I've never told anyone my last name. I don't know why I have to get that out there. I just do.

Also, while I did have my eye on the blondie back in elementary school, that was eighteen years ago. We're not in a relationship, and I don't know how many times I have to say that, but it's starting to really get to me, all of you people asking and making hints at any permanent anything. Did I say starting? It's really getting to me. BACK THE FUCK OFF.

By the way, I'm not a bartender full-time. And no, I won't be your personal bartender. I won't be your personal waitress either. Yes, I am a waitress.

You know, despite my spouting all these stupid little truths, I don't see anything I need to hide here. That's...awful convenient.

Have I mentioned I hate this city anyway?

[[Oh, Ev. This is why you shouldn't have asked Light about his little identity problem when truth day hit.]]

...actually, I don't think I knew three-quarters of the people at the party last night.

I don't understand why these things happen to me.

If you really want to, there's a convention thing, ESPers, time travelers, blah, blah, blah, look, just find the bunny-suit girl and ask her.

If she tells you I'm her bartender or a member of her cult or both, don't believe her.

Party. Right. Party. I don't want to be back here? Why are we celebrating?

Be honest with me.

Do I look like a guy to you?

I mean, I can understand if my "manners" aren't what you consider up to par. But it can't be so bad that I come off as a guy, now can it?

[[Thank you, LJ, for cutting out the rest of the post. And I'm fully aware that there is no such thing as a face shot for Ev, but let's assume she doesn't look like a guy.]]

Something is very. Very wrong.

Sunny.

I am outside your door. And you are going to let me in. I can't be near the mister today. It'll be better for all of us if I'm not near the mister, nowhere near the mister, far, far away from the mister. Today.

Why am I calling him 'the mister'?!

And LIGHT. To let you know, I am VERY cognizant of what's wrong right now. Just. For your statistics' sake or something.

Twenty years has not come down to something stupid like this. I blame the city. I BLAME THE CITY.


[[I don't know how I get talked into these things, but Amadeus-mun is a shipper, and I've had to...compromise. This hurts my soul a lot.

And this SO covers that favor I owe you, Amy-mun.]]

NO, GOD, WHY.


20:35 If there is an Amadeus in the city right now, REPRESENT.

Please, raise your hand.

AMY, I MEAN YOU.

Geez. You people act like you've never seen snow before or something.

It's not even that cold.

20:55

Hey.

AMY.


Looking for your water, master of the universe?

21:49

Mission? Completely accomplished.

I have so been waiting for this one for years.

Oh, yeah. That's cool. The monsters again.

I didn't have any powers to lose in the first place, so I guess it's the same plan as always. Staying indoors. I bet I'm starting to get pale with how much I stay inside in this place. Sooner I get out of here the better.

...good luck to you guys who normally cope by way of "special abilities" or what have you. And I do mean that.

Let me tell you, that was the longest time I've ever seen that man sit down and barter with someone.

But it looks like it's paid off.

Now I have to figure out how this thing works.

What is up with the fog? I can't see a foot--I can barely see anything out the window.

We were overdue for some insane shit, weren't we? I'm not trusting that stuff out there. God knows it'll be something...never mind. I think about it, and it'll just be jinxing it.

00:25 Whoever the hell that is staring through the eyehole in the door, GO THE HELL AWAY.

00:27 I MEAN IT. STOP WITH THE CREEPY.

You know what? Duh.

Tactic change.

I don't know what got me thinking that opening doors would do me any good. I'd blame the city, but it was probably just my own delirium and all that jazz. Doesn't change a thing though. I'll get out yet.

I'll be by the fountain.

( Locked to...haha. Um. Beach People. )