the miles are way too long

[saviorexe]

WHO: Markus, Ardyn, V & various
WHERE: All around.
WHEN: The first half of IC November.
WHAT: This is basically a catch-all log for my characters.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: None, will add if any crop up.

[Closed starters below! If you want a thread, just hit me up at aurajen and we can figure something out!]

Comments

okay now that I can (literally) breathe again...

[transuniversal]

[ It's hardly the worst thing that's ever happened to Noh in a club. Talk to him sometime about the singles mixer/rave on Alpha Centauri sometime, when a very drunk Shi'ar threw up on his pants. Like getting bombed by a seagull the size of a human. This is only alcohol. And only a shirt. ]

Of course. I can always get another.

[ Maybe the other guy meant the drink, but Noh's already reaching to strip himself of sodden fabric. Where's that shirt gonna go? Who knows. Who cares? Certainly not Noh-Varr. ]

It was my bad. I should have been paying more attention.

[ It's a little stilted; probably purposely, given that it's slang 500 years out of date. ]

NO WORRIES i am also obviously not very fast, laughs

[verselet]

Hardly. This whole place is just a throng of bodies not paying attention, myself included.

[A bit of sideways criticism lobbed more at the locale than himself, and V doesn't try to hide it with a blister of faint annoyance, the scent of fruity alcohol rising up his nostrils.

And then- Well. The other man is just going to remove his own shirt like it's nothing, all right then.]

I see you're not terribly bothered. Fortunate for me that you're so amiable.