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The human embodiment of the anthropomorphic representation of life and death was a frustrated teenage girl today.

For one, there was a small black messenger bag that sat on the floor at her feet and stayed there no matter what she did. It was embroidered with the names of her siblings, and was stunningly heavy for its petite size when she tried to lift it. (Didi suspected it was, like meta for the TARDIS interior, bigger than it looked.)

For another, she was craving macaroni and cheese, and there wasn't a supply of it in the cabin kitchen even when she poked way in the back of the cupboards.

Not all of her problems were major ones.

[OOC: Open for monkeyponeyites and anyone who wants a Didi! Mmmm, mac and cheese.]

Date: 2010-05-29 12:47 am (UTC)
furnaceface: (Facepalm)
From: [personal profile] furnaceface
Today was a bad day to be out and about. The small baggage fortress that Jono had woken up to in his alcove was proof enough of that. But if he got out, maybe went and spent some feel good time with his girlfriend, hopefully his luggage problem would clear up and he wouldn't have to worry about it anymore in time for class this afternoon.

The backpack that he tripped over, labelled Wishes He Had Stayed Invisible, clearly had other ideas. And so he didn't really knock on the door to Monkeypony so much as he stumbled into it with a loud thud and a psionic projection of, //Bugger!//

Date: 2010-05-29 12:54 am (UTC)
furnaceface: (Crossed Arms)
From: [personal profile] furnaceface
//I've made more graceful entries,// Jono groused, lingering in the doorway and shooting the bag a seriously nasty look.

Another bag popped up beside it. 'Pretends To Be Angry In Hopes Of Being Left Alone.'

He kicked that one. And then turned to nod toward Didi. //Not just me, is it?//

Date: 2010-05-29 01:09 am (UTC)
furnaceface: (Kinda down)
From: [personal profile] furnaceface
//I... don't know,// he admitted, making his way into the room. Sitting with Didi certainly sounded like a good idea. //I left most of them in my alcove, but they seem to have brought reinforcements.//

Descendant of Apocalypse was a very fetching tote bag, in shades of grey and azure.

//Some of which I would very much like to light on fire, actually.//

Date: 2010-05-29 01:43 am (UTC)
furnaceface: (Crossed Arms)
From: [personal profile] furnaceface
Jono eyed the bag with a somewhat wary expression.

//Ancient, immortal mutant. Had a bit of a cult following. Self-proclaimed god.//

A fabric cosmetic bag appeared on top of the tote bag from before. It so very helpfully explained that Jono was seriously afraid that he'd let his powers get away from him and as a result, he'd end up no different.

A few moments after that, another backpack showed up that was simply labelled, Misses Brushing His Teeth.

//My family was a bit special.//

Date: 2010-05-29 01:56 am (UTC)
furnaceface: (Aura)
From: [personal profile] furnaceface
Jono considered that question. Actually, he took it into very serious consideration, indeed. And then he shrugged.

//I like Del. Both of her, so far. She's... different, but not unpleasant. Apocalypse calls himself that for a reason.//

Jono's next piece of baggage was simple. Worn-looking around the edges, as though he'd been carrying it around a good deal lately, and never quite had it in him to put it down.

Terrified of Losing Didi.
Edited Date: 2010-05-29 02:03 am (UTC)

Date: 2010-05-29 02:15 am (UTC)
furnaceface: (Kinda down)
From: [personal profile] furnaceface
Stupid baggage. Being all telltale and... practical, granted. But mostly telltale.

Jono nodded, sending what was more or less a sigh toward Didi, and then settled in and reached to wrap his arms around her middle, pointedly ingoring the Still Afraid To Be Close To People suitcase that fell out of mid-air to crush the bags about Apocalypse.

//I'm holding you t'that, luv.// And then, and only because she'd asked, he added, //And he's immortal. He's out there somewhere. Farther from me he is, th'better.//

Date: 2010-05-29 02:34 am (UTC)
furnaceface: (Over The Shoulder)
From: [personal profile] furnaceface
//If there's any chance that it'll work,// Jono decided, halfheartedly. //It isn't as though I'm lacking in somethin' to tie yer down with, right?//

The next few bags that appeared were all identical little numbers that made up approximately half of the 50-piece Freak set.

And then one big one. Now Would Be A Perfect Time To Kiss.

Date: 2010-05-29 09:32 am (UTC)
furnaceface: (Smacked IN THE FACE)
From: [personal profile] furnaceface
//Perhaps nobody ever told it that poking its straps into business like that is a good way to get itself tossed into th'campfire,// said Jonothon, who was now looking upward rather pointedly, in hopes of not seeing any more of these bloody things. He knew better than to think that it would stop them from showing up, however. This was Fandom.

Which meant, of course, that the Self-Sabotage handbag was going to appear out of thin-air and hit him in the face.

All things considered, he took it in stride. He only smoked around his bandages a little bit before throwing it across the room.

Date: 2010-05-30 02:11 am (UTC)
furnaceface: (Facepalm)
From: [personal profile] furnaceface
Jono squinted after the bag for a moment before lifting a hand and almost slipping into a sulk as he rubbed his forehead.

//I think that one fairly firmly lives under 'sucks' territory,// he decided.

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