My dad and mom always argued about grades with my brother, Beat. I always was good at school, so they'd tell him to be more like me, and that made him angry. I tried to stop him from leaving the house, once, and he said a lot of mean things. Like that I was useless. I followed him, and then we both got hit by a car....we died, then.
> Marco?
> It's Angel again.
> Looks like we've got some new people coming in.
> I was going to ask if they required any help regarding technology integration like I did before since it seemed to be useful.
> Would that be getting in your way at all or anything else you might have planned?
> It's Angel again.
> Looks like we've got some new people coming in.
> I was going to ask if they required any help regarding technology integration like I did before since it seemed to be useful.
> Would that be getting in your way at all or anything else you might have planned?
Marco,
I bet you won't feel any sort of relief when you learn I am not dead, since I doubt you had any concern about my revival. In fact, I'd be surprised if you aren't a bit disappointed, given that you've hated me for whatever reason for the last few months even after I got you out of that coffin a ways back. I'm glad to know that the way your people express gratitude is to hold someone under the water until they expire. If you're curious about what it feels like on the receiving end of drowning, it's about as pleasant as having someone try to rip out your internal organs from the inside, so thank you for that irreplaceable experience you gave me. I'm sure I'll be thinking on it for a long time.
Eponine is still missing, so don't bother coming around the castle. There will be no one happy to see you.
Sincerely,
Jason Compson IV
I bet you won't feel any sort of relief when you learn I am not dead, since I doubt you had any concern about my revival. In fact, I'd be surprised if you aren't a bit disappointed, given that you've hated me for whatever reason for the last few months even after I got you out of that coffin a ways back. I'm glad to know that the way your people express gratitude is to hold someone under the water until they expire. If you're curious about what it feels like on the receiving end of drowning, it's about as pleasant as having someone try to rip out your internal organs from the inside, so thank you for that irreplaceable experience you gave me. I'm sure I'll be thinking on it for a long time.
Eponine is still missing, so don't bother coming around the castle. There will be no one happy to see you.
Sincerely,
Jason Compson IV
[The letter gets to Marco's workplace a few days after the events. It's handwritten in tidy cursive, because Jason hasn't procured a typewriter yet, but still has an ephemeral sense of the stilted bluntness of someone sending a telegram.]
Marco,
Would like to see you at your earliest convenience, preferably in public. You can find me at the Pandaemonium and I will take a break. Have some concerns. That shouldn't surprise you.
Sincerely,
Jason Compson IV
Marco,
Would like to see you at your earliest convenience, preferably in public. You can find me at the Pandaemonium and I will take a break. Have some concerns. That shouldn't surprise you.
Sincerely,
Jason Compson IV
[Won't someone just PLEASE teach Jason to use private channels already?... Actually, no, that would be a terrible idea. This is fine. It's only somewhat inconvenient, because this way, Marco can't ask him what he wants without actually going to meet him. Nor can he stall for time by asking him which Pandemonium he means, considering Marco is fairly sure he's seen a place with that name in both Bavan and Vandare.
But, well, he's certainly not going to Vandare just to talk to Jason, so he finds his way to the one in Bavan a few days after he receives the letter.
(Spoilers: he most likely would have been to Vandare anyway just to let Jason know how inconvenient it was. And then to listen to whatever he had to say, anyway.)
He enters the place with the sole goal of finding Jason, looking around with tired eyes.]
But, well, he's certainly not going to Vandare just to talk to Jason, so he finds his way to the one in Bavan a few days after he receives the letter.
(Spoilers: he most likely would have been to Vandare anyway just to let Jason know how inconvenient it was. And then to listen to whatever he had to say, anyway.)
He enters the place with the sole goal of finding Jason, looking around with tired eyes.]
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godofthemachine
2016-04-28 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Marco. As far as I know, you were never a fan of Jason Compson, were you? Neither was I. Luckily for me, he's just moved out of the castle where we unfortunately lived together.
I thought you might want to celebrate with me.
I thought you might want to celebrate with me.
marco
m arco is this you are you here
pl ease please answer
m arco is this you are you here
pl ease please answer
[ In his room in the arcade, there will be a box, tied shut with a large green ribbon. On the outside of the box, there will be a note. ]
Because you're my friend, I thought you needed one.
He'll help. He's yours. Name him.
:)
[ Inside the box will be a friend. He seems to respond something like a dog, making automated sounding barks and following Marco wherever Marco will let him. He does seem to have at least something of a will of it's own, and is somewhat affectionate. His eyes are red glass and they are bright, and he doesn't seem to have any real seams and, no real way to open him up. ]
Because you're my friend, I thought you needed one.
He'll help. He's yours. Name him.
:)
[ Inside the box will be a friend. He seems to respond something like a dog, making automated sounding barks and following Marco wherever Marco will let him. He does seem to have at least something of a will of it's own, and is somewhat affectionate. His eyes are red glass and they are bright, and he doesn't seem to have any real seams and, no real way to open him up. ]
hey question
you're a computer nerd right
can you do something along the lines of changing someone's username for them
like hacker shit?
just curious
you're a computer nerd right
can you do something along the lines of changing someone's username for them
like hacker shit?
just curious
Marco I'm having some trouble right now. can we talk
this is absolutely an addiction metaphor so cw for that too from this point on
terribibble
- 2016-07-02 10:49 (UTC) - ExpandMarco. I
I asked Mana for a picture of my wife. So I could get her face back. It's wrong. It's all wrong. Her face is there but so is Tate and he's too old, I thought he was a year and a half, he looks like he's nearly seven or eight, how much did I lose? It's dated '81. I remember having it with me a year prior. I must have jumbled up the dates, I'm awful at dates now, but to be off by -years- is just
[He can't complete the sentence. He can't think of a word that describes exactly how disturbed he is.]
I asked Mana for a picture of my wife. So I could get her face back. It's wrong. It's all wrong. Her face is there but so is Tate and he's too old, I thought he was a year and a half, he looks like he's nearly seven or eight, how much did I lose? It's dated '81. I remember having it with me a year prior. I must have jumbled up the dates, I'm awful at dates now, but to be off by -years- is just
[He can't complete the sentence. He can't think of a word that describes exactly how disturbed he is.]
Edited 2016-07-27 08:14 (UTC)
[On one hand, Marco is currently putting the finishing touches on a Murder Plan (tm).
On the other hand, this is Fiddleford McGucket and the message would have been heartbreaking enough before he learned the poor guy fried his own brains out.]
Oh, Fiddleford
I'm sorry. Maybe
Maybe dying is what did it this time!
On the other hand, this is Fiddleford McGucket and the message would have been heartbreaking enough before he learned the poor guy fried his own brains out.]
Oh, Fiddleford
I'm sorry. Maybe
Maybe dying is what did it this time!
Dude
did you get fired?
what the hell happened?
everyone's being weird and hush hush about it
did you get fired?
what the hell happened?
everyone's being weird and hush hush about it
<whitemamba> (like a day after the preaching thing or something)
saveyourserpent
2016-09-23 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
Alright. So. How about all the details you can't tell a crowd of humans, hm?
Greetings and salutations.
The fog approaches which means you will need to sharpen your butchering skills because it is up to you now to do what Josuke is apparently no longer capable of doing. In fact, the boy doesn't even have the decency to tell me himself and has passed the message along through roommates.
I wish to be more shocked than I am, but he is an awful boy who has ruined my life and will continue to do so long after I am free of this hellish place.
[He's not mad. He doesn't even care.]
Regardless... I will give you more details upon my transformation. I expect you to be ready to do what you said you would.
Cheers
-- Kira Yoshikage
The fog approaches which means you will need to sharpen your butchering skills because it is up to you now to do what Josuke is apparently no longer capable of doing. In fact, the boy doesn't even have the decency to tell me himself and has passed the message along through roommates.
I wish to be more shocked than I am, but he is an awful boy who has ruined my life and will continue to do so long after I am free of this hellish place.
[He's not mad. He doesn't even care.]
Regardless... I will give you more details upon my transformation. I expect you to be ready to do what you said you would.
Cheers
-- Kira Yoshikage
[Oh god. NOW? In fact, nevermind that, did he say he'd do the butchering? Did he tell that to Kira??? He honestly can't remember, but maybe he did, what with how desperate he was to make him listen.
Oh god. Okay. Oh god.]
Hold on please
Start over.
Well not entirely just
What happened with the other guy? Why won't he do it anymore?
Oh god. Okay. Oh god.]
Hold on please
Start over.
Well not entirely just
What happened with the other guy? Why won't he do it anymore?
[The spirits. Marco's voice left on the network warning fourthies to stay away from the obelisk. He doesn't know what happened, but they have to be connected somehow, and those angry people showing up on Marco's post...]
what did you do
what did you DO
what did you do
what did you DO
[A few hours after Marco realizes something is wrong, he gets a message.]
mar
[And yet another few hours later still,]
c o
mar
[And yet another few hours later still,]
c o
[Something is wrong. Something is very, very wrong. There being no sign of Soeki around when he left the apartment didn't register as wrong at the time. The distinct lack of Fiddleford where he was supposed to be was more alarming - and then, when Marco exhausted all other likely options and went back home, he began seeing reasons to worry about Soeki, too.
The message he's just gotten is terrifying in its briefness.]
Fiddleford??
[And in how it doesn't get a reply for several hours, too.]
FIDDLEFORD
[He also just spoke that out loud.]
The message he's just gotten is terrifying in its briefness.]
Fiddleford??
[And in how it doesn't get a reply for several hours, too.]
FIDDLEFORD
[He also just spoke that out loud.]
<teslacoils> i was going to do this in our other thread but you know what here is Worse
terribibble
- 2016-11-26 00:43 (UTC) - ExpandIs Soeki home?
IDK if I need to be worried or mad at him.
IDK if I need to be worried or mad at him.
Also at the lab's door, with the gift Fiddleford has from Robbie, is one for Marco.
It's a glasses cleaning kit, put it to good use nerd dad.
It's a glasses cleaning kit, put it to good use nerd dad.
[It's been nice, honestly, to just get away from things. Throwing himself into working had helped but it hadn't helped enough, and so Fiddleford had suggested a break on the theory that if one thing didn't work its polar opposite might. They have to travel to Vandare anyway for a farmer's market of sorts. Might as well take the long way.
Even in winter it's beautiful, and the shortened days mean that he can spent the majority of his time out and about instead of feeling sick and sluggish. That's one of the things he hates about being a troll: as a naga he loved the sun, and now it just makes him feel ill. His ability to be mobile was never impeded before, but now there's a good solid chunk of time that he has to spend in the tent they brought along with them simply because he's unable to leave it. Of course there is something to be said for sitting in a warm little space wrapped in about five blankets and listening to the distant sound of birdsong.
Despite a mutual vow to stay off the network, they've both been checking it daily. Fiddleford hasn't bothered being too picky about it. He hasn't really seen anything that's ruined his time out here until literally just now. And he wouldn't say Draco's post has ruined anything so much as brought up some discussion topics he was hoping to just ignore forever.]
You're not, uh. You're not invadin' my privacy. Exactly.
[Okay. Yes. Marco absolutely is. It's just that he's not doing it on purpose so it's not really his fault.]
Even in winter it's beautiful, and the shortened days mean that he can spent the majority of his time out and about instead of feeling sick and sluggish. That's one of the things he hates about being a troll: as a naga he loved the sun, and now it just makes him feel ill. His ability to be mobile was never impeded before, but now there's a good solid chunk of time that he has to spend in the tent they brought along with them simply because he's unable to leave it. Of course there is something to be said for sitting in a warm little space wrapped in about five blankets and listening to the distant sound of birdsong.
Despite a mutual vow to stay off the network, they've both been checking it daily. Fiddleford hasn't bothered being too picky about it. He hasn't really seen anything that's ruined his time out here until literally just now. And he wouldn't say Draco's post has ruined anything so much as brought up some discussion topics he was hoping to just ignore forever.]
You're not, uh. You're not invadin' my privacy. Exactly.
[Okay. Yes. Marco absolutely is. It's just that he's not doing it on purpose so it's not really his fault.]
[In both their defenses, it's hard to stay off the network when you have direct, mental access to it.
Marco's glad Elias has helped him practice a bit - it doesn't keep the flood of information from getting overwhelming at times, but he's at least getting the hang of not letting every errant thought spill onto another person's screen, and that's more important. Controlling the output matters more to him than managing the input.
... That said, absolutely nothing had prepared him for a discussion on naga genitalia. When Marco looks at Fiddleford, he's practically sweating, red in the cheeks.]
I-I'm still sorry! I didn't know... Well... I know I shouldn't even be looking at the network, but, ah, i-it just popped up, and...!
Marco's glad Elias has helped him practice a bit - it doesn't keep the flood of information from getting overwhelming at times, but he's at least getting the hang of not letting every errant thought spill onto another person's screen, and that's more important. Controlling the output matters more to him than managing the input.
... That said, absolutely nothing had prepared him for a discussion on naga genitalia. When Marco looks at Fiddleford, he's practically sweating, red in the cheeks.]
I-I'm still sorry! I didn't know... Well... I know I shouldn't even be looking at the network, but, ah, i-it just popped up, and...!
[It's quite similar to the last time they spoke in person, is isn't it?
Kira freshly revived after a grizzly murder and for the same reason. The death of Suigmoto Reimi. It's irritating... but the same rage isn't there that overwhelmed him the last time. There's no need to be so angry. Something like this won't happen again. After all... when he emerges from his room inside the arcade he's not alone.
Kira's humanoid pink cat stand hovers beside him. It piercing red eyes glow as brightly as the arcade systems as it takes in all these new sights and sounds.]
I know. I hate it here too. [Kira fusses with his tie, and makes sure the cuffs of his jacket are clasped the way they should be. It's only for another few moments. You'll be fine.
[Kira just finishes that statement when Killer Queen lurches forward towards the only other person in the room and takes the position prepared to fight or defend or perhaps just blow this person out of existence.
Kira looks unconcerned still fussing with his appearance, twisting his curled bangs around with his finger.]
That's not an enemy stand... That's just Marco.
[Killer Queen doesn't move. And Kira just starts whistling the melody of Sheer Heart Attack.]
Kira freshly revived after a grizzly murder and for the same reason. The death of Suigmoto Reimi. It's irritating... but the same rage isn't there that overwhelmed him the last time. There's no need to be so angry. Something like this won't happen again. After all... when he emerges from his room inside the arcade he's not alone.
Kira's humanoid pink cat stand hovers beside him. It piercing red eyes glow as brightly as the arcade systems as it takes in all these new sights and sounds.]
I know. I hate it here too. [Kira fusses with his tie, and makes sure the cuffs of his jacket are clasped the way they should be. It's only for another few moments. You'll be fine.
[Kira just finishes that statement when Killer Queen lurches forward towards the only other person in the room and takes the position prepared to fight or defend or perhaps just blow this person out of existence.
Kira looks unconcerned still fussing with his appearance, twisting his curled bangs around with his finger.]
That's not an enemy stand... That's just Marco.
[Killer Queen doesn't move. And Kira just starts whistling the melody of Sheer Heart Attack.]
[Marco has to do a double-take when he sees it. Things have been... slipping again, haven't they? Sliding off-center ever so slightly, and sometimes he can tell and sometimes he can't.
... But no, Kira just talked to it. It must be real.]
You... It... I-It's in the real world now?
[And wait, was it ACTUALLY about to fight him??]
Did it really think I was a stand too...? [A nervous laugh.] I suppose I do look pretty unusual.
... But no, Kira just talked to it. It must be real.]
You... It... I-It's in the real world now?
[And wait, was it ACTUALLY about to fight him??]
Did it really think I was a stand too...? [A nervous laugh.] I suppose I do look pretty unusual.
i want to live like a plant screen cap is so good.
quietpeacefullife
- 2017-03-13 09:50 (UTC) - Expand[So Marco DID say it was okay to bug him with super stupid, mundane, pointless questions. And while he put it off for a little while, fully intending never to use the number, eventually he can't help himself.]
hey marco-san have you ever thought about how when you're looking at your teeth in the mirror you're actually looking at your skeleton?
and that when you brush your teeth, you're cleaning and brushing your skeleton?
hey marco-san have you ever thought about how when you're looking at your teeth in the mirror you're actually looking at your skeleton?
and that when you brush your teeth, you're cleaning and brushing your skeleton?
Edited 2017-03-14 12:29 (UTC)
[ he's going to blame the fact that things have all but exploded (and since settled down) for why he hasn't yet contacted Marco. After all, that terribly nice anon pointed him over in his direction, and he already sort of knew that Marco was probably one of the people to talk to, but-
[ yeah. Things blew up. But they're better now! So he's got a free minute for: ] i dont suppose youd care to teach someone about technology
[ yeah. Things blew up. But they're better now! So he's got a free minute for: ] i dont suppose youd care to teach someone about technology
[Whew, he actually took him up on the roundabout offer! Marco would have directly offered help, but, well, he didn't want to risk anybody asking him why he'd be stalking someone's random anonymous post just to respond to someone else entirely.]
It would be a pleasure actually. :)
It would be a pleasure actually. :)
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