Thirty-First PSI
Feb. 22nd, 2011 07:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
a_gentle_boy[voice, private to Rin Kagamine, Shiraasan, Tavros, and Nanashi]
I . . . I'm not sure what came over me. I guess it must have been the town playing tricks again, but I was feeling really strange last week. I'm really sorry. Especially to you, Tavros. We only just met and, um. You're not even a girl I don't think. I-I promise I don't actually like any of you, so please don't worry about that kind of thing.
I mean! Wait! I do like you, all of you, a lot! Just Not. Um. You know. Ah. Not like...... N-Not ............... I'm just going to apologize and hang up now.
[action]
1. [It is early Saturday morning and Lucas is walking a dog down the street. This is standard fare for Lucas's weekends, but Lucas appears significantly more animated than usual as he talks aloud, seemingly to himself. But actually . . . It's pretty clear he seems to think he's holding a conversation with someone. The dog is, of course, welcome to tag as well.]
2. [It is early Monday morning on the way to school and there are a few birds sitting on top of Lucas's head and shoulders, tweeting merrily away. Once again, he appears engrossed in a conversation.]
3. [I'm just going to outright say it. If you are an animal or own an animal, Lucas wants to talk to you/it.]
4. [In the Mayfield Library, Lucas has a table all to himself and is frowning a little as he concentrates on the task before him. There are photographs and hand-drawn pictures of people scattered all across -- much more of the latter. There are at least 30 different drawings, each of probably unfamiliar people. A blond man with a scarf and a cigarette and a dark-haired young woman feature prominently among them. ....What Lucas appears to be doing is fitting these pictures into an elegant notebook of some sort.]
I . . . I'm not sure what came over me. I guess it must have been the town playing tricks again, but I was feeling really strange last week. I'm really sorry. Especially to you, Tavros. We only just met and, um. You're not even a girl I don't think. I-I promise I don't actually like any of you, so please don't worry about that kind of thing.
I mean! Wait! I do like you, all of you, a lot! Just Not. Um. You know. Ah. Not like...... N-Not ............... I'm just going to apologize and hang up now.
[action]
1. [It is early Saturday morning and Lucas is walking a dog down the street. This is standard fare for Lucas's weekends, but Lucas appears significantly more animated than usual as he talks aloud, seemingly to himself. But actually . . . It's pretty clear he seems to think he's holding a conversation with someone. The dog is, of course, welcome to tag as well.]
2. [It is early Monday morning on the way to school and there are a few birds sitting on top of Lucas's head and shoulders, tweeting merrily away. Once again, he appears engrossed in a conversation.]
3. [I'm just going to outright say it. If you are an animal or own an animal, Lucas wants to talk to you/it.]
4. [In the Mayfield Library, Lucas has a table all to himself and is frowning a little as he concentrates on the task before him. There are photographs and hand-drawn pictures of people scattered all across -- much more of the latter. There are at least 30 different drawings, each of probably unfamiliar people. A blond man with a scarf and a cigarette and a dark-haired young woman feature prominently among them. ....What Lucas appears to be doing is fitting these pictures into an elegant notebook of some sort.]
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Date: 2011-02-23 03:05 pm (UTC)Good morning. Don't let me interrupt your conversation . . .
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Date: 2011-02-23 03:17 pm (UTC)((OOC: This is mostly a placeholder for later. Further replies will come from
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Date: 2011-02-23 04:13 pm (UTC)Is something wrong . . . ?
((Thanks for letting me know!))
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Date: 2011-02-23 04:40 pm (UTC)Her name is, uh, Vriska, so if you see her, can you please be, uuum, careful? She promised that she would not hurt the humans, but she tends to, uh, say one thing, and then do completely the opposite, just because she, uh, wants to.
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Date: 2011-02-23 06:48 pm (UTC)You're not interrupting! He's just like that with everyone.
[Cowardly crow says nothing, eyeing up Lucas cautiously.]
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Date: 2011-02-23 07:32 pm (UTC)1
Date: 2011-02-23 10:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-23 11:01 pm (UTC)Well... yeah, good. You know, you'd be way too lucky if I did like you-like you. ♪
But, umm... sure, as long as you don't mind. I'm not really used to getting chocolate from boys on Valentine's, but I do like it. ♪
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Date: 2011-02-23 11:25 pm (UTC)Why would she do something like that on purpose?
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Date: 2011-02-23 11:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-23 11:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-23 11:30 pm (UTC)[Lucas quiets down a little as he begins to approach the man, though.]
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Date: 2011-02-23 11:32 pm (UTC)Way too lucky? It is nice to have someone who cares about you that way, I guess.
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Date: 2011-02-23 11:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-23 11:35 pm (UTC)[never mind the fact that none of them are here. sob]
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Date: 2011-02-24 01:34 am (UTC)Not too many humans here can talk with us. Who are you?
[Mr. Brave flaps his wings]
Yeah! Who're you?
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Date: 2011-02-24 01:36 am (UTC)I don't have many friends, due to my position. But the ones I do have are great. Isn't that what matters more than numbers?
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Date: 2011-02-24 01:41 am (UTC)[He dips his head a little out of politeness, not being able to shake hands or anything.]
It's something my brother and I've always been able to do. Even before we developed PSI. . . . I wish I'd regained it a little earlier.
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Date: 2011-02-24 01:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-24 01:49 am (UTC)Shh . . .
Good evening, mister. Snowflake says hi, too.
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Date: 2011-02-24 01:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-24 01:55 am (UTC)[For starters, half of them are probably like, 40 year old men or something.]
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Date: 2011-02-24 01:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-24 01:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-24 01:57 am (UTC)