hadriel | Entries tagged with tyki mikk

[ Curufin stands on the frozen surface of the lake in front of a small wooden shed the size of your average ice-fishing shack. The door is open, and through it you can see a three-foot-wide hole in the ice with water and slush oozing out. It is easily large enough to dip a bucket in, maybe a washtub, too. There is a shelf built into the back wall which holds pails, plastic bottles, and other useful containers that he and helpers found in the shops. ]

I've got a couple of announcements. The Fire Brigade and the Elfhouse have collaborated along with some of our other friends on three projects to provide some useful supplies:

1) I've chopped a hole in the ice here, near the north bank of the lake. There's WATER available for anybody who wants to come down here and get it. If you come down through the city center past the Sewing Shop and head straight for the lakeshore, you can't miss the kiosk. You'll see it sitting on the ice, not too far from shore. We're going to come down every day and make sure the hole doesn't freeze over, so water will always be available. If you're having a hard time with the weather or are not physically able to tote heavy buckets or containers, let one of us know, and we'll fetch the water to you wherever you live.

2) WOOD for fuel purposes. Heat your house or cook with it. My brother Maglor and I and the Firefighters ripped up the planking of the piers before the gods moved us here. We dried it out and stacked it in several places for distribution: the currently empty units in Delight's Housing; the Firehouse; and in my forge shack. Let us know if you want some of this lumber for fuel or building, and somebody will meet you and help you carry it home. We also burned some of it to make charcoal, which is easy to use for cooking purposes, and that we put into sacks to hand out. My boat is drawn up on the shore of what was South Island a few days ago, and I'll offer it as fuel, as a last resort. Otherwise, I'm saving it for building purposes.

3) FISH for tasty, nourishing food! The Elves and Sansa Stark worked hard for a week preparing my last few boatloads of fish from before the move. Two fish products are therefore available. We salted and dried some of it, which you can pop in a pot of boiling water and make soup of. The rest we smoked, so it's cooked and you can therefore eat it as is. Come and get it at Delight's Housing #06. We'd also be happy to offer some of this cache to anybody who wants to help distribute it -- the Bakery? The Speakeasy? Anybody who'd be interested.

[OOC: And anybody who wants to say their character helped with any of these projects can let me know at

tangyminx and I'll edit your character into this post. Also, any character in the aforementioned list of collaborators can respond to those who comment here, if they feel like it.]

garbagemarvel

[Noh-Varr is no stranger to interdimensional travel. Sure, most of the time that travel's been done with intent, but he's seen enough cosmic weirdness to know that you can't always control where you end up. He's spent the past couple of days exploring Hadriel and acclimating to the new locale, and it appears that he is, for now, here to stay.

Which means there's an important correction that needs to be made.]

There was a man I spoke with recently who suggested that my stay in this city would be a temporary one. It would seem that observation was incorrect.

[Just callin' it like it is, Newt.]

I am also now in possession of a phone that operates here, so if you still require assistance in locating your own phone, I can help.

such_a_teez

[Tyki is sitting in a mostly empty room, with a serious expression on his face. He's not one to really draw mass attention to himself or make a show of things like this. But Hadriel calls for drastic measures. While he doesn't really think of the gods as gods at all, and he doesn't think there's anyone here currently that could actually kill a Noah, he still has to think of the future for his family. And while he's alone for now, if another member of his family arrives here he wants to be prepared for things to go their way. So he's been working on a plan of sorts.

Be helpful. Be kind. Forge a better white side, a Tyki suited to Hadriel and it's citizens. Doing whatever he can to make friends for the sake of the Noah family's needs. And now it's time to set those plans into action.]

I'm not one to talk about my home, or the war going on, but we've had some trouble as of late and I think it's only fair to prepare people for what might be coming. [Tyki sighs, and shakes his head.] I've made friends here, and I want everyone to be safe. And with what might follow me from my home, that can't happen if we're not careful. [He pauses, for a moment, before continuing on.] My name is Tyki Mikk, that much is true. I am a member of the Portuguese prime minister's family. And I'm also an agent working against the Black Order. While religion can be a source of tradition and joy, in the wrong hands it has a dangerous power to corrupt and rule. And that's what the Black Order is, the catholic church militarized and made occultic. They've been known to kill children to keep them from running away. They won't even let their soldiers die, they reuse them in artificial bodies against their will. There is no fleeing from them, a draft into their numbers is until death. These soldiers, called Exorcists, wield a supernatural weapon called Innocence. They think god gives it to them. Please, be careful. They're usually brought into the flock quite young, and indoctrinated at any cost. It's not their fault, but they're more than willing to kill for their cause. And if you're not with them, you're possibly going to be seen as an enemy. [Tyki bows his head, and the video ends.]

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We have considered. We will make a deal.

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You wish to return home. We will send you home. In exchange, you will complete a task.

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Kill the parasite known as 'Hope'. Weapons will be provided. The time will be determined.

sciencelizard

( Slightly longer exposition, cut for length. )

[She can’t bear to put herself on video for this, not when she’s crying, not when she can barely speak. So she types instead, hands shaking heavily, having found a batch of letters and items she feels important to be delivered.]

hhey so
for anyone who knknew sans
hes nnot here anymore
he went
he went away
napstablook too
if people are looking forthem

sans uhm
... he left a bunch of gifts for people with
they look like ggoodbye letters
i can check if you think he mightve left onef or--
theres too ma ny to list
im sorry

[She thinks about ending it there, and then adds one last addendum.]

i know theres a lot of people here who didnt like him and. im sure there was reasons for you tto not to get along
but please dont i
i dont want to know
not rightnnow

please

beanstalk

[ Ugh he hates how HE TURNS AROUND FOR ONE GODDAMN SECOND, and poof, his stupid ~~boss~~ charge is gone. Like, you have no idea how frustrating it is to try and keep track of Tyki Mikk. Well, it helps that the irritation is clear in Kanda's voice when he does speak, though. ]

Would anyone happen to have to seen our dear [ /SARCASM ] Mayor? I've tried searching the spots he tends to frequent when he sneaks away, but he isn't anywhere to be found.

He left some important documents that needed to be signed by midnight, well, unsigned. Any news of his whereabouts is appreciated.

sweariff

[Broadcasting may as well be launching this thing into the sky on an exploratory trip to the moon, but in all honesty, it's not like Bigby has ever tried. Not like this. It's weird knowing that you hold something that can connect you to so many people in ways an ordinary phone can't without it being the slightest bit magical, but that's just technology for you. Either he keeps up or he flounders, and floundering in a place like this might as well be laying down to die. A little dramatic, maybe, but the point still stands.]

got a question a couple questions

[—And hoo boy, something tells him he's going to get sore fingers if he sticks with this, so uh. How about— Good, okay. Well, at least he can now safely say that recording with this thing isn't as intimidating as it looks. Small victory. For a few moments after the mic is switched on, Bigby lapses into an uneasy, thoughtful silence before finally and slowly speaking.]

There's no easy way to ask this, but it's been something I've been curious about the longer I've heard people talk about the — "gods", or whatever the hell they are. Magical assholes, sure, but. I get the feeling that for some of you they're a little more than that. [He sounds like he isn't sure if that's a good or bad thing.]

Magic isn't...all that special where I'm from, so to speak. Neither are wars like these where there's no easy way out for anyone and just about everyone's going to be dealt a shitty hand they didn't deserve. What I'm trying to say is that, when you're that scared, you'll wheel and deal just about every which way for a chance to win.

[He says it without much judgment. After all, he's speaking from experience. He'd be a big old hypocrite if he played the disdain card now.]

And what I'm asking is, I guess, how far any of you are willing to take this on their behalf. Even knowing that there's no guarantee they'll send any of us home when this ends, do you still want to take that chance? Or do any of you actually care about them and... [This would be a little more effective if the camera was on, so there's no real way to tell that Bigby is gesturing to his surroundings, save for the little pause he takes.] ...All of this?

[...Wow, he really does suck at articulating himself, huh. Serves him right for rambling.]

prazerbutterfly

Mmm...

[He's a mess and it shows. In the era he's from this kind of blasphemy could ruin a good noble's reputation but it was not like he had a good one in this forsaken underground cavern. The small bags of chips, wrappers of assorted candy bars and empty bottles of both glass and plastic that likely smelled of vodka and collected booze littered around showed he hadn't moved from that spot in a while. A week to be exact. He's worn the same clothes a few days in a row and had only left once to dump himself into the lake for a haphazard wash of them. He hasn't been home. He doesn't want to go back.

Tyki might be a dangerous and overpowered person but he was very much still a man. A family man to be precise. This last little 'event' actually hit him rather hard for once.]

Genocide is one of the most effective routes to obtain something. Not without consequences, mind you, but still effective. To erase an entire town, village, nation or species can affect an entire group of another town, village, nation or species.

It's easy. It's simple. Not as hard as other ways of doing things. [From where he is laying flat on his back he's not looking at the phone but down at the city with his hand unfolding from his stomach to stretch out and face a building or two.] There's not much many of you could do to stop a genocide. It would take one blast to remove a group of houses. Another to ensure it was successful. One cut of a person to severe an entire family. One memory stolen to change someone's life forever.

I hope they are happy as they suckle on my sorrow and cherished love I gave to my loved ones while they were here. I hope they are drinking deep of my rage or my blissful confusion. Just remember it takes just one push to send someone to the edge. I can still do it. I'm still considering it. I'm still angry.

Without this city's inhabitants, you'd have nothing to feed on. You'd exhaust yourself bringing them back. Sure, the Door can bring more. They can come back. But how long until you wither up and die.

[action]

[He's up high given the angle of the camera from his phone. It's propped up enough to show his location if anyone could pinpoint the view from Spire #3. For someone like him it didn't take much to find a crook in the polished stone or a curve to lay against in the oddly shaped spire. A normal man would have to climb or find a window or hole to ease their way out of.

Despite his mood company is highly welcomed even if he'll be a little sour. The mere fact he isn't grinning or smiling like he always is can ascertain something is wrong. He's rather serious and taunting nor will he apologize.]

elegant_and_proud

[Ikaruga looks serene as she pats her golden cyclops cat. It's visibly sparkling. She's learned this is what it does in lieu of purring.]

I hope everyone is having a lovely evening. I've decided to host a dinner party tomorrow night. The dress code will be semi-formal, and I ask that everyone who attends bring something to share.

[The conversation topic is light-hearted and ordinary enough, but she has an underlying purpose behind this that goes beyond simple socialization. Anyone who's spent much time around her can probably gather that, even if they're not sure of what that underlying purpose is.]

While useful, the network is a poor substitute for face to face interaction.

[Not to mention, the gods can see everything said over the network, and she'd rather they not be able to easily eavesdrop on this conversation.]

We can discuss current events, and toast to our loved ones. I will be supplying the main entree and two bottles of wine.

[She can supply other things as well, if need be, but she's curious what others might bring.]

Do let me know if you'll be able to attend and what you intend on bringing.

prazerbutterfly

It's always the same. Grasping for straws in a heated discussion but the truth of the matter is that is what makes a lot of you undeniably fragile. [It's what draws Tyki to humans. It's a reason why I enjoys their company even if he is out to destroy every last one of them in the end. Despite his violent and belief that a lot of meaningless he still reaches out for small things like friends and family.] Things like this repeat themselves over and over.

It doesn't matter what or who we send out. How kind that 'they' are giving 'us' a choice. Lessen the blame, further the risks, deny the consequences. It's almost human.

But in light of all that I will be borrowing the Colosseum for the next three hours. Remove your curiosity for a short while and don't approach. It disturbs the process and I honestly will not take the blame if accidents happen or the weak of stomach cave in on themselves. Especially you, Yu Kanda.

In fact, the Exorcist has been a hermit within his house for a while now. I was rather surprised to see him at the ball at all. Someone be a dear and go tend to him and keep him busy. He could use a friend. Maybe even a lady friend. Sure, he's a little rough around the edges, a little pushy and hard headed but the lot of you obviously despise gentlemen and common courteous behavior so he should fit right in. No man should confine himself inside of his house for long. [Tyki obviously doesn't care. He was the enemy. This is just his way of picking fun. He's aware of the swordsman's tendencies to see no reason to come out of his house because he found little fun in anything.]

[Action]

[Anyone walking in on such a public place will find over twenty dead corpses of creatures scattered about. He doesn't need interference. There was maybe two people/friends he wouldn't mind there. The rest of Hadriel should simply stay away. He'll even look a little annoyed. He's trying to breed his babies here...]

thirdreturned

Many of you seem to be unhappy.

We don't all necessarily want you to be happy, but acceptance and adaptation to your situation would be a start. The only question that remains is: how?

It is clear to us that your species resolves many issues through communication. Unfortunately, none of us understand the human psyche as clearly as others of your species, and so I leave it to you to communicate with and to help one another.

You may consider this post an open forum in which you can discuss what's been bothering you. In turn, I will conceal your identities, so that you may help one another without preconceived biases. If you'd like to reveal yourselves to one another, the option is there, but unnecessary.

Heal. Recover.

I'll leave you to it.

[[This is an event post for the Never Log In event! Remember, characters are compelled to get things off of their chest here, as well as to help others- and of course, please stay oocly logged in for your comments!]]

thechoiceisyours

[The person in the video might look familiar to some, if slightly more tired and banged up than usual. Still, despite the bruise on his forehead and the dark streaks of ash on his face and clothes his eyes are bright, indicating to anyone even slightly acquainted with him that he's about to say something ridiculous.]

Surprise, bitch, I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me.

[His voice is a little weak but he delivers the line with all the sassiness it deserves, before suddenly offering a grin.]

Okay, so like maybe two people here got that reference, but I so don't care. I punched a shark, so I can make whatever meme references I want.

[That's how it works, right?}

So um... Who's still here, I guess? Or who's new? How long have I been gone, because it feels like no time and like, a long time all at once. Sort of.

[He blinks a few times, smile fading a bit, mostly because he's totally exhausted.]

I'm um... I'm Chris, by the way. Been here before and whatever so... Got the general idea. The sharks are sort of new, though. Fucking sharks, man.

[Really, what even.]

feelslikeimspilling

[ Action / Audio]

[ It's been a rough few weeks and Will knows that the oncoming weeks ahead are probably going to be just as bad for him. He has a lot of explaining to do and a few apologies to make, which isn't the easiest thing to deal with. His double caused a significant amount of damage both to others as well as to himself.

He's not in the best mindset as he sits out in the cold, just a few hundred yards from the colosseum. The thought of entering it and letting whatever beasts have been brought through the door maim him or worse. With bruises from head to toe and a few fractures scattered around his bones here and there, falling from the window of his fourth story spire had left him a little worse for wear, as had the final fight with his double.

Beside him were a few bottles of water, a small handful of chocolate bars and what was left of one of his bottles of aspirin, Will had originally intended to offer some help to anyone leaving the arena in poor shape, only his mood had gotten the better of him. He knew it was dangerous for him to be out in public right now, what with several people cursing his name and after his blood, but Will wasn't thinking straight (when was he ever?) Stricken with grief after watching someone special to him, take their own life in order to save his, Will was in a state of both physical and mental pain. Still, he would sit and wait, see if anyone needed his help, or if he could even muster the effort to help when the time came. ]

I have a few supplies... If anyone might need them?

[ Stroking his dog, Winston who acted as a guard around his deflated master. ]

[ Private audio to Tyki ]

[ Will was an intelligent man, it didn't take him long after picking out a few words that he recognized in Portuguese to work out roughly what the rest of the message meant. The part he was truly struggling with, was deciding if it was a prank or not?

After some pondering, deciding he really had nothing to lose, Will picked up his device, switched the settings to private and contacted the number left on the flyer. ]

I might have a need for your offered services.

prazerbutterfly

[The view is actually settled on his face for once. He's getting better at managing this form of technology. Instead of his room which is usually filled with pillows and a messy bed he's sitting on a couch. The room is rather barren and seems to be filled with only basic necessities. It's a little depressing for Tyki's taste but he's sitting comfortably on it like it is his own.

It's not. It's actually the current residence of Yu Kanda and he's here completely uninvited.]

Now that things have settled down it almost feels like everything has normalized. Well, almost everything. I do apologize if my double has done anything rather damaging either to your residence or your person. I ran into him a few times but was unable to stop him. [Due to reasons he doesn't want to discuss. That would mean giving away his abilities.]

I have just two questions today. One, has anyone been to the bottom of the lake? Two, can anyone understand me? [The second question is entirely in Portuguese. It's more of a curiosity than anything.] And lastly, cigarettes. Annoy Hope for cigarettes and I will offer any favor I can whether it is hunting or trading if you are the one to succeed. In any case, I am bored and will gladly travel with you for company if you have anything to do. I do rath-

[Oh, sorry, were you speaking to the public? Kanda doesn't care. Enjoy that boot aiming right for the back of your head there, Tyki, because this was certainly the face of someone walking into intruders. He won't quite stab his couch, not yet, though his little hole in the ground doesn't provide much room in the way of fighting. He's very quick about getting onto Tyki and getting straight to the point. He doesn't care if his phone is still recording. Doesn't care if he catches the Guard's attention. He just wants the bastard out of his sancuary. Which, of course, is no longer such.]

Get off your lazy ass, get the hell out, and go do your dirty work yourself!

[He's moving quickly off the couch and onto his feet in case that sword does come into play and with a rather bright smile he's holding his hands out wide to make himself less of a threat.] Oh come now, Exorcist. I thought we could have a little chat~♥

burn_all_the_babies

Whats'a gurl gotta doo to get her mitts on sum crumpets around here? I mean, whoos I gotta blow up!? Imma doo it, I am if I gots to!

[ Tiny Tina has come to the network for one very important reason today. Her evil double twin kind of accidentally on purpose ate all of her food reserves. She did, however, leave a wonderful tin can castle, complete with moat and drawbridge from the empty cans for Tina to play with! But yea... Ate all her food. Not cool. Not cool at all. ]

Okay~ So like, Imma bee reeeel generous right 'bout now, SO LISTEN UP FOO! My sista from another mista, went and done me like Goldie Glocks went and dun dem poor ol' bears. SHE ATE ALL OF THE FOODZ! UGH! I got mutha Hubbard... I got mutah Hubbard so hard, right in the cupboard...

So~ Why is dis me bean generous I hear yoo cry~?! Simple! If yoo can make me some, oh I dunno~ Crumpets or choc-chip cookies, heck I'd even settle for a dank ass salad gurl! But yes! If sumone wants'a be so kind~ and doo me this flava, Imma make dem any kinda badass, bubblegum chewin', name takin', bra removin', super powah'd weapon of they dreams~

[ despite her tone and general butchering of language, Tina is being very, very serious. She has supplies, homemade explosives, homemade bullets and not to mention she still has some of that eridium from her homeworld of Pandora left. She's crazy and capable of anything at this point. ]

Dis is a once in a lyfe time opportunity yo. Yoo be cray cray to turn dis up. Mmm!

skelebro

[The whole world is ending.

Or something like that, he's guessing. Everyone's panicking, everything's burning, and people are running around like Icecaps with their hats off. Chaotic is a word for it. Amusing is another. Either way, there's a skeleton on your video feeds now. He looks just like the skeleton a lot of you are bound to know, save for maybe the look in his eyesockets. It's not the typical world-weary apathy that's more reminiscent of good old Sans. It's more like there's just an emptiness, bleak and cold. But even that's pretty hard to gauge; it ain't like the reading of skeletal facial expressions is common talent down here. Though the, uh, rather sizable crack in his skull, netted just along the ridges of his left eyesocket, might be pretty indicative that this ain't the same Sans.

From the angle of the video, it's clear that he's standing outside the charred remains of Tranquility's temple. He's got plenty of Faith that the decor will be perfect for the tone he's going for.

He looks pretty happy.

There's something very liberating about having reached The End. A number swells, and then it increases. And the last piece slots into place, the last sliver of anything resembling remorse boiled off and burned away.

It's not long now. But he's got one last task ahead of him before, at least, he and his ilk find their much-awaited sleep.]

So I've got a question for ya.

[His tone is a neutral, rumbling drawl, utterly placid and philosophical.]

Did anybody here really buy that innocent, bumbling comedian shtick?

[He opens a hand. A thin white trickle of something hisses out between his phalanges, rattling to the ground in a grainy patter of falling motes. He waits until the last of it whispers to the ground, softly, before flicking the last of it from his fingertips and continuing.

It's dust. Three guesses as to the monster it belongs to.]

Well, what can I say? I'm here to bring forth some revelation. Anybody stupid enough to buy that little act of his...

[He grins, wide - wider. No, w i d e r. And his sockets go pitch-dark, until it's like staring into a pair of black holes. A glacial bite creeps over his tone, razor-thin, the edges filed off, almost like there's something jagged and seriffed curving along the tips of the words.]

Allow me to prove you wrong.

[There's a low, dark chuckle, and the feed cuts out. He's looking for a FIGHT all right, and he won't be sated until he gets it. So come down to Tranquility's in fifteen minutes if u want an ass kicking. "Sans" here is delivering, and will continue to do so right up until his time is up.]

[[ooc: responses will come from

fibia! Feel free to action things up so you can drag this edgelord to hell and back lol he deserves it.]]

murderpotato

if anybodys seen rhys around let me know

he hasnt been answerin his phone and im gettin a little fuckin pissed about it

[Aka, the murderpotato is a worrypotato and refuses to believe that the other half of the Telltale Swag Pad might be gone.]

prazerbutterfly

Oho, just when it was finally getting less noisy... Some of you are recklessly hasty. [Not that he cares what happens to a lot of people here. He could name only two off the top of his head he'd have any shred of concern for given that Chris was not bad for a human and Sans was just... Sans.

The Noah's been non-existent on the network or anywhere for a while now and anyone that had been keeping an eye on him considering he could be a danger at any time would know that isn't normal. Even now with his shirt hanging open and his skin bare to show that long scar that extends his entire torso he's fingering a still healing wound near his gut. Innocence wounds take a while to heal on a Noah.] Pushing a god or anyone near invincible when you have no control over them is foolish. It gets them to retaliate or makes them showy. They are arrogant and act more like humans than gods. Don't be stupid.

[He pauses with a narrow of his eyes in thought.] In a little town I visited once I encountered a man. Near blew my hat off with the explosion he used to puncture one of the city walls. Fancy coat, emblems clear, I knew he was the enemy. The same scenario a hundred times before. Yet the town was the evacuated and there I was. He questioned my motive and circled me as if I was common prey. I didn't have to kill him. There was no need. I asked his name...

Daisya. Daisya Barry he said. Not on my list. Again, I didn't have to kill him. I bid him good night, safe travels, farewells. [Grin.] But he used that stupid little ball to attack me instantly. He couldn't let it go. He couldn't just walk away. He had to keep pushing despite the fact he was alone and outmatched with comrades nearby. Heh, even after figuring out what I was. Foolish and hasty. I gave him a chance but he didn't take it. He was weak so it went quickly but his screams echoed into the night and his pathetic, broken, weak and dead body hung there all night.

There is proof in those that have returned and left that we are going home. I hate being here as much as the next person but I'm not going to put a ton of effort out trying to fight a god when it'll do nothing for me in the long run. Besides, even if you did win, then what? Do any of you actually have what it takes to do what you must. Even then do you honestly think they even can send us home? You've seen what that resulted in. They tried. You whined.

In any case, I'll be out today on the streets. Cigarettes, lunch or bandages would be highly welcomed. I have nothing better to do.

hybridification

Hey guys!

[Comes Rhys' familiar voice, annoying as ever as the camera flips on. He's sitting in his disheveled bedroom, clearly a little sleep deprived, but accomplished and seemingly triumphant all the same.]

I wanted to wait until I was sure that there's nothing bad going on before releasing my next game. Are you guys ready for it? It's Mrs. Pac-Man, and it took me forever because- well, funny story actually, it's really easy to code the ghosts to take the shortest route to get to you and kill you, but it's kind of harder to program in other difficulty levels where it's not super tough, and so I was looking into it and developed this nifty algorithm for the easy and medium difficulties, and-

[...and he's getting ahead of himself and saying shit that nobody cares about. At least everyone totally has time to listen because nothing bad is going on!]

-well, anyway, it's a really cool game about a badass lady sphere. You can all download and play it, but uh, I'm gonna need at least five of you to give it a shot.

Have at it!

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thechoiceisyours

[Part of Chris thinks he should've made this post awhile ago, and part of him still doesn't want to. But it's a compromise to do it now, and it's probably the best time for it anyway; the last event is over, and new people haven't arrived yet. It's the calm before the whatever, storm or otherwise.

But he's going with text because even though it's been a little while, he doesn't want to try to say the first part of this post in anything other than text.]

Hey everyone. So I guess I'll start off with the bad news: anyone who were friends with Ashley or Josh should know they aren't here anymore. Also, I'm going to add that if Josh owed you money or favors or whatever else, you're totally out of luck because I'm not honoring them no matter what he might've told you.

[Jokes make this not heartbreaking, right? Definitely.]

Though I guess this is also a good time to mention that if you're working on anything important or even just keeping general notes or something, you might want to consider sending them to a friend every so often. If whatever it is is just on your phone when you disappear, it's pretty much as gone as you are.

So yeah. Back up your data and all that. Even if you don't want to send an electronic copy to someone, at least keep paper notes or something.

[Semi-relatedly...]

If anyone needs help with how to send files or whatever, just let me know. And I'm finishing a program for something else right now, but then I guess I'm taking requests? If there's something you'd like a program on your phone for, I can see if I can figure out how to do it. It's not like I have a whole lot else better to be doing, so feel free and ask even though I can't totally promise I'll be able to do it.

[But still, please ask. Please give him something to do other than miss his friends.]

And okay, last thing I swear, and it's the good part. For everyone who's new here and doesn't know, we have pretty awesome coffee at the bar thanks to Delight. Usually either Emily or I are there to make it, but if we're not just send one of us a message; it's part of the deal with Delight about the coffee to make it, so you're not bothering us or whatever.

So yeah, you might be stuck in a shitty cave, but at least there's coffee. That's something, right?

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Entries tagged with tyki mikk

Water, wood, and fish! -- what more could you ask for? [backdated to 11/22]

track one; voice (where did the party go?)

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✫ 002 [text] thank you, i'll say goodbye soon

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video (forward-dated to 1/24); but i can't sleep until this is done

text; not just a river in egypt

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