Aug. 12th, 2017

dirtyredneck: (Neutral Surprised (7))
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[The video feed comes on with Daryl real close to the camera as he sets it down on a shelf at about eye chin level. High enough that when he walks away it allows for a very wide shot of the inside of a garage.

A large, mechanical tiger that was easily recognized as one of the imPocreates (a blickablake), but who had been obviously and heavily customized, prowled around behind Daryl for a second before leaning into the back of his legs like a real cat would and letting out a mechanized purr.]

Sorry if Fubuki here's been running people off. Thought she was getting a home with someone, but anytime I tell her to go to her new place, she just settles down in the corner. Did ya just decide against it or what?

Anyway, anyone who was having work done at Neo Tokyo before the porter got Tetsuo a couple months back, you can come back to the shop if you want. I'm getting some locals who do good work hired in to take over. Shop'll return to Kaneda or Tetsuo's control if they get ported back in, but unless that happens, it'll be in my hands. And if I get ported out, it'll go to the people I hire so it won't be shutting down unexpectedly again.

[The tiger headbutted Daryl affectionately and nearly knocked him on his ass.]

Okay, I get it, ya like me. Shit.

[He pushed at her head and she sat down, eyes blinking slowly and tail sliding against the floor in a lazy motion. Instead of standing back up, Daryl stayed where he was in case she decided to nuzzle him again.]

The shop's a motorcycle shop. Specializes in custom models and mostly Japanese imports. Racing bikes especially. Top of the line stuff. It's in Nonah.


Aug. 12th, 2017 09:55 pm
prophesiedone: <user name="robins" site=""> (Exhaustion)
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[As invulnerable as he likes to pretend to be, Anakin Skywalker is not immune to strong drink. He has engaged in a contest with a certain Valar and failed miserably. Perhaps if Melkor had told him that alcohol has no effect on him whatsoever, he would not have tried so hard to keep up.

He is paying for his ambition now as he reclines messily on Melkor’s couch, completely unconscious to the world. There are plenty of empty bottles around him and it seems all too likely that once he wakes, he is going to be very, very sick.

Maybe being comatose is a blessing in that case. At least until the nightmares find him again. They always do.]

So, uh-

[Melkor poked Anakin, not sure what to do with a sick human. He had never even seen a sick Elf before. He carefully held his phone in one hand, not sure what to do but surely other mortals would know?]

I’m not sure how to make a sick human...better. I think he’s drunk. [He picked up Anakin’s arm, trying to wiggle it to get him awake. Surely this helps.]

[The wiggling earns a deep groan and some of the furniture gives an ominous shudder. Then the previously limp man is pushing himself up quickly and looking...rather grey.]

...bathroom… [He gasps and hauls himself to his feet, running for what he hopes is the right door. If it’s not, there might be some cleaning to do. This is why Men should not drink to excess!

Melkor watched, confused but stayed where he was before looking at the camera with a smirk as Anakin ran into a bedroom instead of the bathroom. He clearly won this and at least it wasn’t his room.]
Someone may want to come and heal him, I like this human and he doesn’t seem to be doing well.


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