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[puzzlinglad]

[In the time before the puzzle room goes up and after the happy friendship party that was the last Calhoun (Zero?) Hour feel free to use this post for whatever you want. Top levels, threads with dudes, whatever, live life freely.]


[If you're interested in harassing Hershel here's what he'll be doing:

a) Asking people if they want laundry done. Not unmentionables, he's not some sort of cad here, but he's got shit all to do, can't sleep and might as well do something useful, right? Right. Feel free to find him near the stream, trying not to nod off since getting shocked in the water probably wasn't the best idea in the world. Possibly. Or trying to mend tears or something and making a mess of it. He'll never be a proper old maid at this rate.

b) Trying to play videogames maybe? And by 'play' I mean 'make faces at as they get steadily worse.' He might try a movie or two in the vain hope something will be manageable to watch but yeah. Yeah. Basically any late night lounge activity, assuming no one's already asleep in there, have at.

c) These are hard to think of, I guess trying to fencing practice in the gym with his shiny new foil, curtesy of Mr. Sasuke Sagami. Try not to get accidentally jabbed by a giant needle with a blunt bit on the end, it probably sucks.

Or whatever, do whatever you'd like. He'll basically be wandering around aimlessly mostly anyway, being completely useless to everyone because he's tired.]

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[detectiveofthewest]

Playing video games, that was something Heiji could do even if he couldn't talk. Well. Not do well, he didn't really play a lot of video games and the control scheme for this one was terrible, but. You know.

Heiji was like a wizard or something, ambling aimlessly around the screen. He really should have been interested in fighting enemies, only he was too busy pissing off a ghost.

b

[not_that_sasuke]

[Hello tired friend, here's another sleep-deprived person for you to hang out with.

Ughhh nightmares suck falling asleep all the time sucks being constantly tired anyway sucks everything sucks.]

...Playing games tonight?

i hope you're prepared

[fairsfair]

[ Option D, doing whatever I want, where Jake is still blind as a bat and is trying to walk around. He should be taking it slowly, one step at a time, but he doesn't even bother. It's hard to trip around here since people don't leave their shit lying on the ground and the Garden is pretty safe. Tree branches aren't really a thing, but you know what are a thing though? Hershels. Hershels lying on the grounds because Hal apparently likes making Jake's life miserable, and since Jake is a cocky bastard who doesn't believe in 'slow and steady wins the race', his foot catches right onto Hershel's leg or torso or something you choose, and he goes crashing down. Since this isn't a cartoon, he doesn't fall into the stream. Of course not, that doesn't happen, but instead, he lands right onto Hershel with the force of a giant oak tree being chopped down. Hm, well, hope you liked being crushed under beef jerky. ]

i for it's time to fucking cuddle you piece of shit

[vengefulyears]

[Clive just so happens to be awake by chance when he sees Alfendi being taken away by Calhoun in a stretcher like so many others have been. At least he got to give Alfendi his flower crown earlier so he's going out in style, but it was a truly heartbreaking sight to behold. Clive really liked Alfendi a lot and was hoping that he would come back to them like he did last time. Part of him had a feeling that this was coming, but it didn't make losing another good friend any less devastating. He told Alfendi that he would take his picture once he was all better, but clearly that day was never coming now.

It also doesn't help that Clive was already in a very negative mood due to dwelling on the memory that he received yesterday for winning that stupid "game," so this turn of events is enough to make him just double over in his chair and cry for a good few minutes before he figures he should take this somewhere a little less out in the open. With tears still running down his cheeks, he makes his way up to the garden so he can just curl up in a corner or something, but as soon as he enters he sees Hershel sitting in the grass, awake and looking equally if not even more devastated about this situation.

If it had been anyone else sitting there, Clive would have turned around and fled back to the first floor even though it likely would have been a futile effort because of this damn squeaky chair. But Hershel is the one person that he doesn't mind witnessing his crying mess of a self right now, so he just squeaks right on over to him, not that Clive can hear because surprise surprise he's still deaf. Then he carefully removes himself from his chair and plops down in the grass next to Hershel. Without any warning whatsoever, he basically snuggles right on up to Hershel, wrapping his arms around him from the side and leaning against him and everything. He doesn't plan on moving anytime soon, either, unless Hershel is clearly uncomfortable with this.]

i'm sorry

[skyentificmethod]

[okay so sometimes there are good days and other times in the middle of a bunch of other crap happening, your favorite crazy old man labcoat buddy disappears and you can't even get properly angry about it without spacing out. those are the times you need to trust in science, and knives, and the type of science you do with knives by cutting open severed heads you may have conveniently left in a shallow grave in the public greenspace (and then forgotten about until a couple days later)

tl;dr there's an apparently cheerful woman taking a stinky plastic bag of dead head from the garden to the bathroom for science, you're welcome]

B, movie or game, up to you

[blind_badass]

*Snake's shoulder is aggravating enough that if he happens to turn wrong while sleeping that he's awake until the pain goes away. Rather than stew in his bed in the dorm, he takes a stroll. In his fuzzy pajamas with cavorting penguins. He's attracted by the sound of something playing in the lounge so he pokes his head in.* Hello?