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Mar. 8th, 2023 07:20 pm( Permissions Form )
2017 Christmas list
Nov. 28th, 2017 06:05 pmHappy holidays, everyone! Please fill out the form below if you would like to receive a gift from me this year. Comments are screened for privacy and thanks for a really good year, all of you. You're awesome people.
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Name:
Address:
Preferences, allergies, most desired, favorite color, etc.:
Preferred holiday (Christmas, Chanukah, Festivus, etc):
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Preferred holiday (Christmas, Chanukah, Festivus, etc):
2016 Christmas List
Dec. 25th, 2016 10:03 amHappy holidays, everyone! Please fill out the form below if you would like to receive a gift from me this year. Comments are screened for privacy and thanks for a really good year, all of you. You're awesome people.
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How's My Driving?
Apr. 11th, 2015 07:42 pmHow am I doing with Ned? What can I do to improve? What would you like to see happen with the character?
There's nothing more important to me than having fun with fellow players, so please let me know if I'm slipping, screwing up, messing around, or in general acting or roleplaying in a manner inappropriate, wrong or politically incorrect.
So leave a comment here, or contact me on plurk at cannibalherpes, and hopefully we can resolve together whatever problems or concerns you may or may not have. Anon comments welcome!
There's nothing more important to me than having fun with fellow players, so please let me know if I'm slipping, screwing up, messing around, or in general acting or roleplaying in a manner inappropriate, wrong or politically incorrect.
So leave a comment here, or contact me on plurk at cannibalherpes, and hopefully we can resolve together whatever problems or concerns you may or may not have. Anon comments welcome!
042 - Rhubarb
Aug. 25th, 2014 07:24 am[Sitting in his self-made pillow fort is the Piemaker, with a hand on his dog, Digby, and a rucksack over one shoulder. His room behind him is made up and neat]
I ought to have done this...maybe four or five months ago but change was never something I was particularly attuned to. Change and me were on different wavelengths.
I graduated two inmates and I'm...heading home. To Chuck.
And I just wanted to, to, um...
Thank you. Everyone, all of you. For..making the changing easier and for letting me stay as long as I have and for making this place harder and harder to leave.
It's hard to leave. It's one of the hardest things I've ever done even though I know it's time. Past time. That...probably says more about my time spent here than anything else I could say.
...Yeah. I know I'm stalling now, so I'll just...
Thank you. For the memories.
[Private to Bleu]
I'm sorry I wasn't so much here for you as I should have been. Is there anything I can do for you? Before I go.
[Private to Hannibal]
I'll be checking in, periodically. When I can. Your graduation was the one I wanted to see most.
[Private to Abigail]
I left the rest of the records in a box by your door. I'm hoping that wasn't too forward.
[Private to Esther]
You're better than you give yourself credit for. I really...really do hope you find your way.
[Private to Dean]
Dean, I...
I know you don't really know who I am. You don't owe me anything. At all.
But if I could just...see you. To say goodbye. It would mean everything.
I ought to have done this...maybe four or five months ago but change was never something I was particularly attuned to. Change and me were on different wavelengths.
I graduated two inmates and I'm...heading home. To Chuck.
And I just wanted to, to, um...
Thank you. Everyone, all of you. For..making the changing easier and for letting me stay as long as I have and for making this place harder and harder to leave.
It's hard to leave. It's one of the hardest things I've ever done even though I know it's time. Past time. That...probably says more about my time spent here than anything else I could say.
...Yeah. I know I'm stalling now, so I'll just...
Thank you. For the memories.
[Private to Bleu]
I'm sorry I wasn't so much here for you as I should have been. Is there anything I can do for you? Before I go.
[Private to Hannibal]
I'll be checking in, periodically. When I can. Your graduation was the one I wanted to see most.
[Private to Abigail]
I left the rest of the records in a box by your door. I'm hoping that wasn't too forward.
[Private to Esther]
You're better than you give yourself credit for. I really...really do hope you find your way.
[Private to Dean]
Dean, I...
I know you don't really know who I am. You don't owe me anything. At all.
But if I could just...see you. To say goodbye. It would mean everything.
041 - Macintosh Apple
Aug. 20th, 2014 07:19 amI don't...expect there to be anyone. From my world, that is.
There wasn't anyone last time, but.
Hope's a hard thing to squash.
There wasn't anyone last time, but.
Hope's a hard thing to squash.
040 - Boysenberry
Jul. 6th, 2014 10:20 am[Locked to Esther Coleman]
Hi, Esther.
The, um.
The Admiral paired us up for July. I don't know if you saw.
Are you busy?
Hi, Esther.
The, um.
The Admiral paired us up for July. I don't know if you saw.
Are you busy?
039 - French Apple Cream Cheese
Jun. 23rd, 2014 10:13 pm[Spam for Crichton]
[The facts were these.
Six hours, fourteen minutes, and eleven seconds ago, the lights on the Barge had gone out. Holding his breath in the middle of his dark room, the Piemaker considered what this might mean for him. In the regular, normal, sane world he arrived from, a light going out could mean anything from someone about to bring in a birthday cake lit with candles, to a neglected electricity bill. Most scenarios were generic and harmless.
This was the Barge, where every disturbance in the status quo usually met catastrophe. The Piemaker half expected to go up on deck and see a gigantic Leviathan wrapped around the ship and attempting to drag it out of the skies.
He set his hand on Digby's head and scratched the playful golden retriever's head with care. His pack was kept close, in the inevitable but still regretful promised future occurrence of being sucked out of the Barge and unceremoniously dumped onto the port authority building's roof.
Six hours later, and this was more or less how it happened.
The Piemaker stirred, shifting in the dank dark dampness of the cavern. His arm was flopped over the face of another, bare skin touching a nose, lips, eyebrows. The Piemaker tended not to pass out gracefully.
He sat up slowly, pulling his offending arm back. Why the Admiral couldn't simply dock was a challenge for another day.
He turned to address his neighbor, and....stopped.
Horrified silence came next.
For lying next to him was astronaut and friend John Crichton, whom the Piemaker had touched back ot life and who he had made sworn never to come near him again, lest Crichton lose his alive-again gift and suffer the death toll anyway.
And his hand - his bare hand - was touching Crichton's face.
The Piemaker let out a low, soft groan of regret, guilt, and misery.]
No, no no, no.
[He whispered, grasping the man by his shirt.]
Oh no. Oh god, I'm so....so sorry. John, I'm sorry.
I've...I've killed you.
[The facts were these.
Six hours, fourteen minutes, and eleven seconds ago, the lights on the Barge had gone out. Holding his breath in the middle of his dark room, the Piemaker considered what this might mean for him. In the regular, normal, sane world he arrived from, a light going out could mean anything from someone about to bring in a birthday cake lit with candles, to a neglected electricity bill. Most scenarios were generic and harmless.
This was the Barge, where every disturbance in the status quo usually met catastrophe. The Piemaker half expected to go up on deck and see a gigantic Leviathan wrapped around the ship and attempting to drag it out of the skies.
He set his hand on Digby's head and scratched the playful golden retriever's head with care. His pack was kept close, in the inevitable but still regretful promised future occurrence of being sucked out of the Barge and unceremoniously dumped onto the port authority building's roof.
Six hours later, and this was more or less how it happened.
The Piemaker stirred, shifting in the dank dark dampness of the cavern. His arm was flopped over the face of another, bare skin touching a nose, lips, eyebrows. The Piemaker tended not to pass out gracefully.
He sat up slowly, pulling his offending arm back. Why the Admiral couldn't simply dock was a challenge for another day.
He turned to address his neighbor, and....stopped.
Horrified silence came next.
For lying next to him was astronaut and friend John Crichton, whom the Piemaker had touched back ot life and who he had made sworn never to come near him again, lest Crichton lose his alive-again gift and suffer the death toll anyway.
And his hand - his bare hand - was touching Crichton's face.
The Piemaker let out a low, soft groan of regret, guilt, and misery.]
No, no no, no.
[He whispered, grasping the man by his shirt.]
Oh no. Oh god, I'm so....so sorry. John, I'm sorry.
I've...I've killed you.
038 - Buttercup
Jun. 15th, 2014 09:17 amWhen I was nine, my father brought me home from my mother's funeral, took me to a boarding school, and left me there. Forever.
He left my half-brothers at a magic show when they were nine years old, too.
General consensus currently is that he was a Grade-A jackass.
But I know that I have - and had - people in my life that did more good and made more difference than he did.
So I would...like to know who those people are in your life. Who make up the difference when your relatives fail. Who pick up the pieces and put you back together again.
He left my half-brothers at a magic show when they were nine years old, too.
General consensus currently is that he was a Grade-A jackass.
But I know that I have - and had - people in my life that did more good and made more difference than he did.
So I would...like to know who those people are in your life. Who make up the difference when your relatives fail. Who pick up the pieces and put you back together again.
037 - Gypsy Tart - [Video]
May. 29th, 2014 08:02 am[The Piemaker stands in his kitchen, cutting up fruit. His dog, Digby, stands behind him, catching the occasional strawberry dropped to the ground.
This is pretty normal.
What isn't normal is that the Piemaker is doing it with what is very clearly a Dean Winchester Muppet sitting on both arms. And the two are having a conversation, with the Piemaker growling out words in a fake baritone]
Look, Squeaker, all I'm saying is that cake and pie are the best goddamn things in the world and you can't go without both in this world. It's not an either or situation.
I'm not making cake pies, Dean.
You're not fun.
I know.
....That strawberry?
Yes?
[Dean the Muppet stills on the Piemaker's arms, before abruptly attacking the half-finished strawberry pie Cookie-Monster-style, complete with om nom nom nom noises. By the end of it, man, muppet, and dog are sprayed with red. It's like a Hannibal massacre only more delicious. And with felt.]
This is pretty normal.
What isn't normal is that the Piemaker is doing it with what is very clearly a Dean Winchester Muppet sitting on both arms. And the two are having a conversation, with the Piemaker growling out words in a fake baritone]
Look, Squeaker, all I'm saying is that cake and pie are the best goddamn things in the world and you can't go without both in this world. It's not an either or situation.
I'm not making cake pies, Dean.
You're not fun.
I know.
....That strawberry?
Yes?
[Dean the Muppet stills on the Piemaker's arms, before abruptly attacking the half-finished strawberry pie Cookie-Monster-style, complete with om nom nom nom noises. By the end of it, man, muppet, and dog are sprayed with red. It's like a Hannibal massacre only more delicious. And with felt.]
036 - Poisonberry
May. 12th, 2014 10:32 am[The Piemaker has been feeling unusually brave lately. Maybe it's a combination of little things, or one big thing. He can't point to why he's feeling like he has a spine again. But he'll take advantage of it, while he has it]
I'd like to remind the wardens of this Barge of the many..many times I've brought some of you back to life. And how that life can be taken away just as easily as it's given.
Hurting the interlopers is pointless.
[He lets the implied threat hang in the air for a second or two longer, before signing off]
[Private to Friends and Friendly Interloping People, assumed CR welcome]
We're at port. We're at port on a dying or dead ship and maybe it's time we came to a decision.
I think we should run. Get off the ship, find somewhere to hole up for the time being and come up with a plan.
If we stay on this ship, we could die. For good. And I am never...ever graduating.
I'd like to remind the wardens of this Barge of the many..many times I've brought some of you back to life. And how that life can be taken away just as easily as it's given.
Hurting the interlopers is pointless.
[He lets the implied threat hang in the air for a second or two longer, before signing off]
[Private to Friends and Friendly Interloping People, assumed CR welcome]
We're at port. We're at port on a dying or dead ship and maybe it's time we came to a decision.
I think we should run. Get off the ship, find somewhere to hole up for the time being and come up with a plan.
If we stay on this ship, we could die. For good. And I am never...ever graduating.
035 - Cinnamon and Brown Sugar
Apr. 25th, 2014 07:34 am[On video, the Piemaker is wearing one of Dean's protective amulets, holding it in his hand and looking it over. He's also sitting on the man's couch, and looks like he has been for at least a week.
Aside from that, he's...thinner. Paler, and less altogether himself, even as his free hand continuously pets Digby the golden retriever beside him. Digby, for safety, also wears an amulet clipped to his collar]
I'm not much of a necklace person.
I wasn't expecting this to work. It works. I don't feel anything.
I didn't feel anything before I put it on either, so to the person who has my doll, thank you for not hurting it.
This flood is...
[The Piemaker falls silent. His eyes unfocus, and his head seems to drop. Something is clearly twisted up inside him.
This lasts for an uncomfortably long time, minutes worth of dead air filling up the network. Finally, the Piemaker seems to wake back up, wincing and rubbing at his eyes. He glances around, confused, before spotting the camera's light. He reaches over and shuts it off without explanation]
Aside from that, he's...thinner. Paler, and less altogether himself, even as his free hand continuously pets Digby the golden retriever beside him. Digby, for safety, also wears an amulet clipped to his collar]
I'm not much of a necklace person.
I wasn't expecting this to work. It works. I don't feel anything.
I didn't feel anything before I put it on either, so to the person who has my doll, thank you for not hurting it.
This flood is...
[The Piemaker falls silent. His eyes unfocus, and his head seems to drop. Something is clearly twisted up inside him.
This lasts for an uncomfortably long time, minutes worth of dead air filling up the network. Finally, the Piemaker seems to wake back up, wincing and rubbing at his eyes. He glances around, confused, before spotting the camera's light. He reaches over and shuts it off without explanation]
034 - Huckleberry
Apr. 3rd, 2014 10:46 amSo...Alpha's gone. Left and graduated and I. I'm proud of him.
But I didn't actually know if I should continue to help run the pub because really I was only doing it because he took an interest and honestly I don't mind either way but it seems sort of lonely and sad now without him and maybe I should just go back to my kitchen but I don't...know. So if anyone else wanted it...?
Sorry. This isn't something I should be bothering the Barge about.
I guess I just need to. Wait and see.
I never realized this before but unpairing can be lonely.
But I didn't actually know if I should continue to help run the pub because really I was only doing it because he took an interest and honestly I don't mind either way but it seems sort of lonely and sad now without him and maybe I should just go back to my kitchen but I don't...know. So if anyone else wanted it...?
Sorry. This isn't something I should be bothering the Barge about.
I guess I just need to. Wait and see.
I never realized this before but unpairing can be lonely.
033 - Grasshopper
Mar. 20th, 2014 10:06 pmI realize this is sort of coming out of left field. It's so far left that it's left the field and into the parking lot adjacent to said field.
But.
Is there anyone here who could help me build a catapult?
It's for a friend.
But.
Is there anyone here who could help me build a catapult?
It's for a friend.
032 - Peach Perfection
Mar. 13th, 2014 11:49 am[Spam]
[With a gasp, as if surfacing from underneath an ocean, the Piemaker wakes up on a very quiet, haunted Barge.
He stumbles out of his room, looking down the hallway and calling out, soft at first but progressively louder;]
Hello?
Hello?
[It's not long before he stumbles on his first body, and has a heart-stopping moment of genuine fear when he thinks that John Crichton has died again when he wasn't looking.
After checking to make sure that John - and now others? - lying sprawled out all over the ground are asleep and not dead, he reaches for his communicator, struggling to figure out...]
[Public, to the Barge]
Uhm.
Is someone - anyone - awake?
Can someone tell me.
What's going on?
[With a gasp, as if surfacing from underneath an ocean, the Piemaker wakes up on a very quiet, haunted Barge.
He stumbles out of his room, looking down the hallway and calling out, soft at first but progressively louder;]
Hello?
Hello?
[It's not long before he stumbles on his first body, and has a heart-stopping moment of genuine fear when he thinks that John Crichton has died again when he wasn't looking.
After checking to make sure that John - and now others? - lying sprawled out all over the ground are asleep and not dead, he reaches for his communicator, struggling to figure out...]
[Public, to the Barge]
Uhm.
Is someone - anyone - awake?
Can someone tell me.
What's going on?
031 - Northwest Berry Trio
Feb. 21st, 2014 09:58 am[Icy blue eyes - not the Piemaker's eyes - focus intently back at the rest of the Barge. When he speaks, he doesn't mention who he's speaking to: it's clear it's to one specific person he has in mind. Digby hides under the bed, as the Piemaker grasps meat cleaver and tenderizer in both hands]
Ready to serve, Master.
Ready to serve, Master.
030 - Spiced Quinoa Apple Pie Parfait
Feb. 12th, 2014 07:36 am[Video/Spam]
[Something is very...different, this morning.
The Piemaker isn't baking, for one. Ordinarily this would be a sign of marked distress, but he's not even found in the kitchen today.
He's in the maintenance office. Acting like he's always belonged there.]
I want to do a wide sweep of floors two and three today. We should start from the top and work our way down. It's. Efficient.
[Markedly noticeable are his lack of pauses and hesitation. And his pointy ears. Elf ears.]
Dean, if you want to come down and review this list...
[All of a sudden, something catches the Piemaker's eye. He looks up and sees his own dog, Digby, sitting patiently across the room.
The Piemaker looks at his hands. And looks to Digby.
He feels remarkably different today]
...Hold that thought.
[Crossing the office, the Piemaker walks over to the dog he rose from the dead: the dog he hasn't been able to touch since he was nine years old.
He reaches out, terrified and entranced, as his fingers ghost along Digby's fur coat, not quite touching. Does he dare? Is this real?
Digby, tired of waiting and knowing that there is something equally amiss this morning, loses his patience and bounds on top of the Piemaker, falling into his arms and licking him furiously]
[Something is very...different, this morning.
The Piemaker isn't baking, for one. Ordinarily this would be a sign of marked distress, but he's not even found in the kitchen today.
He's in the maintenance office. Acting like he's always belonged there.]
I want to do a wide sweep of floors two and three today. We should start from the top and work our way down. It's. Efficient.
[Markedly noticeable are his lack of pauses and hesitation. And his pointy ears. Elf ears.]
Dean, if you want to come down and review this list...
[All of a sudden, something catches the Piemaker's eye. He looks up and sees his own dog, Digby, sitting patiently across the room.
The Piemaker looks at his hands. And looks to Digby.
He feels remarkably different today]
...Hold that thought.
[Crossing the office, the Piemaker walks over to the dog he rose from the dead: the dog he hasn't been able to touch since he was nine years old.
He reaches out, terrified and entranced, as his fingers ghost along Digby's fur coat, not quite touching. Does he dare? Is this real?
Digby, tired of waiting and knowing that there is something equally amiss this morning, loses his patience and bounds on top of the Piemaker, falling into his arms and licking him furiously]
029 - Oregon Marionberry
Jan. 27th, 2014 06:22 pmShow of hands;
Are there any new inmates bored and interested in taking a bit of a side vacation? It's just for a day. Half a day.
Food will be served.
[Private to River]
How's...everything? Your first week, I mean. How are you doing?
[Private to Alpha]
If you're not busy, I need your help for a project.
[Private to Ben]
Do you mind if I borrow Abigail for a day?
Are there any new inmates bored and interested in taking a bit of a side vacation? It's just for a day. Half a day.
Food will be served.
[Private to River]
How's...everything? Your first week, I mean. How are you doing?
[Private to Alpha]
If you're not busy, I need your help for a project.
[Private to Ben]
Do you mind if I borrow Abigail for a day?
027 - Friendship Raisin
Dec. 27th, 2013 07:40 am[In room 1-18, the door is open. The lights are on. And the smell of flour baking in the oven is wafting suspiciously out into the hall.
After two months, the Piemaker is making pies again]
[Private to Iris]
Question.
( Gift List for the Admiral )
After two months, the Piemaker is making pies again]
[Private to Iris]
Question.
( Gift List for the Admiral )
