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[ Jake's taken off his skulltop NV so that he can look directly at it while he addresses people, instead of his normal tendency to wear it and be completely out of view. He looks a lot less chipper and energetic than he usually does, almost like he's a little down in the dumps about something.

Frowning at the NV for a few seconds he finally clears his throat and starts talking.
]

I've been putting this one off for long enough already. I guess it's time to bite the bullet, so to speak and make an announcement to the public.

[ He hesitates, shifting in his seat as if to make himself more comfortable. ]

Now it's been awhile since John Egbert up and left, so people may have noticed his disappearing act prior, but... Roxy Lalonde, Jane Crocker, and Dirk Strider all hung about for awhile after that. Though no permanently from the looks of it.

[ Another pause, it's like he really doesn't want to say the words. If he says them it becomes real and final! ]

I thought waiting it out would do the trick and they'd pop back into town, but I'm starting to have my doubts. Needless to say, I'm almost positive the whole gang has landed themselves a one way ticket back home.

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July 31st, 2012 09:17 pm
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I think i can safely say these past four days have nicely kicked off the worst week of my entire life.
And would you look at that?
Absolutely no end in sight!
Like the universe has turned into some huge cosmic asshole who wanted to have a good chuckle as my suffering and misery at the hands of an even bigger asshole.
The worst part being how i dont actually HAVE HANDS OF MY OWN ANYMORE!!!
Whoever or whatever started this whole friggin body switching fiasco better fix everything soon.
Im sick and tired of seeing striders stupid computer clone go hog wild on my body while i cant even raise a finger to stop him!


((OOC. Just let me know if you'd rather me drop Jake's text))

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May 9th, 2012 12:57 am
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[ Lying across a hardwood floor is a robotic arm. It's sleek and shiny and looks well designed. Unfortunately for all its fancy looking gadgetry it's lying there like a dead fish. A socked foot pokes into the view of the camera from the bottom of the screen and nudges the arm. Once.... Twice...

And oh! Look at that, the fingers on the arm are twitching in strange, jerky motions.
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Aha! Got it working. [ A scoffing sound. ] That wasn't that hard at all.

[ And now in those same weirdly jerky motions the arm lurches towards the foot and grabs onto the ankle attached. The camera pans down to watch its movements ]

Hey!

[ And starts climbing it's way up the calf. ]

Oh my god...

[ And gets up to the shorts, and seems to be moving on up. ]

HOLY SHIT! STOP THAT!!!

[ Well... it does only to start sparking like crazy. There's a yelp and arm is flung off the lap and goes flying into a wall before falling to the ground with a loud clatter. ]

.... Well so much for getting that to work right!
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[ The video clicks on to Jake, holding a can of beanee weenees in one hand as he fumbles with his NV in the other, before he sets the NV down on something.

He looks like he's about to say something to the NV, before he looks down at can and realizes something important!
]

Damn! Forgot the spoon. Hold on a moment.

[ He darts over to set the can down on the open windowsill before dashing out of frame.

A few seconds pass by before a bandaged, tattooed arm shoots down over the edge of the window from the outside and snatches up the can.

Another minute or so and the arm reaches down to put the can back into place. Disappearing just in time for Jake to walk back into the room, look at the empty can and--
]

What the devil?!

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