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[personal profile] con_heir
[A young man stands in his bedroom. It just so happens that today, the 8th of December, is NOT this young man's birthday, and he already has a name! So re-using this tired old joke isn't really going to work, now is it.

Okay, so a young man is standing in his bedroom. Except that it's not his bedroom, even though there are pictures of him all over the place! John Egbert is pretty sure that he would remember what his bedroom looked like, and last time he checked it had been destroyed and was being overrun by imps. John's not sure of many things right now, but he's definitely sure that he don't see no imps in this here bedroom.]


When Jade brought us through that wall, I didn't think this is where we'd end up...

[Time to explore! John heads outside and surveys the neighborhood, and for a while he thinks he may have somehow ended up back in his own neighborhood. This definitely isn't his house, though, and none of these neighbors look very familiar! In fact, the only thing in the front yard that really reminds him of home is the mailbox.

>John: leave a surprise for the mailman.

What? No, that's stupid. He's not going to do that.

>John: poop in the mailbox.

Absolutely not. Never gonna happen.

>John, you take a dump in that mailbox this instant.]


N.... No! I won't!

[Passersby are free to find John staring intensely at his front yard's mailbox, as if wrapped in some deep moral quandry.]

Date: 2011-12-08 11:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timetables.livejournal.com
[ oh hey john's back.

dave feels like this should be cause for celebration, or at least... i dunno. something. saying hi might be a good start.

but uh. why is he staring at that mailbox so intently? and... yelling at it? he's always known that egbert was kind of a weird kid, and never judged. too harshly. but this display is a bit strange even for him.

maybe he was better off... not being back... whatever for the time being dave will just stand and observe this rather perplexing behavior, while definitely not feeling any urge to piss on anything or bleat like a goat.

because that would be stupid. ]

Date: 2011-12-08 11:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sting-like-a.livejournal.com
[Who is this goofy kid and why is he having a staring contest with the mailbox...]

Having fun there, kiddo?

Date: 2011-12-08 11:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] crusthatecean.livejournal.com
[Oh hey, John's back.

He hadn't been gone very long, so ordinarily Karkat wouldn't care so much, but it just so happens that he's had a series of incredibly exhausting encounters today that have left him on iffy terms with most of his friends, and it's kind of relief to see John just being a complete idiot like always.

Anyway he'll just walk up to John and wait for him to notice someone's there.]

Date: 2011-12-09 12:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] busy-fists.livejournal.com
[Heads up, John. There's a cream pie headed right for you.]

Date: 2011-12-09 02:18 am (UTC)
eternalfuture: (confused)
From: [personal profile] eternalfuture
[See one confused Usagi staring.]

Are you expecting something?

Date: 2011-12-09 02:58 am (UTC)
echidna: (❀ youve only just begun to shin)
From: [personal profile] echidna
[ John.

John.

John.

John.

JOHN.

JOHN.

JOHN.

JOHN.


Someone is running towards you and her name is Jade Harley and she is gonna hug the ever loving SHIT out of you. ]

Date: 2011-12-09 03:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nosigntospeakof.livejournal.com
[=> Signless: Greet the young human who has a strange fixation on the box.]

Are you expecting something to come out of it?

Date: 2011-12-09 03:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nolongeralpha.livejournal.com
[There is a bright orange crow with ironically cool iShades landing on your shoulder]

Sup, back to your doofy self?

Date: 2011-12-09 04:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] heardeadpe0ple.livejournal.com
What are you doing? I think the mail in your mail receiving unit has already been emptied, John. That is your name right? I think Jade or Dave has mentioned it once before to me, but I haven't actually spoken to you in person before.

[SHE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW YOU LEFT.]

Date: 2011-12-09 05:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] miraculls.livejournal.com
[Catches John staring intensely at his mailbox and joins in. Fuuuuuuck, how do they get that little door in front to open and shut and where does the mail even come from? Miracles, that's where.]

Date: 2011-12-09 08:58 am (UTC)
chastesaw: (A Different Kind Of Lipstick)
From: [personal profile] chastesaw
*Looking from John to the mailbox.

And back to John.

And back to the mailbox.*
I'm sorry to say that I'm... not quite seeing what happens to be of uncommon interest in the message receptacle.
Edited Date: 2011-12-09 09:00 am (UTC)

Date: 2011-12-09 12:14 pm (UTC)
imoutos: (frozen in the headlights)
From: [personal profile] imoutos
[ Nadeko's just walking around Mayfield when she walks through this street, and spots a boy standing outside by the mailbox.

... He looks like he's thinking rather deeply about something, right? Nadeko finds herself curious, but she's much too shy to just step up to him and ask him, so if he notices her walking by she's going veeery slowly - to a point where it's obvious - and intensely stares at the mailbox as well as if she's trying to see if there's anything special about it. ]

Date: 2011-12-09 08:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] burnmycapital.livejournal.com
[Oh hello child-that-lost-his-brain-for-a-few-days. You seem to feel better. Russia will approach his fake!child (because what is changing houses) in the way in which he tends to approach people.

Suddenly. As in, he is suddenly behind you.]


You look better, little John.

Date: 2011-12-09 10:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] stealsluck.livejournal.com
[HAVE A FRIENDLY PUNCH IN THE KIDNEY FROM BEHIND]

Joooooooohn!!!!!!!!

Date: 2011-12-10 02:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a1a1000.livejournal.com
[Sollux is just strolling by when he hears a familiar voice.]

John?

[Why, just yesterday you were in his house droned, trying to get him to play some stupid human game called Football or whatever.]

Date: 2011-12-11 01:07 pm (UTC)
ooeeooahah: (Default)
From: [personal profile] ooeeooahah
[ There's a woman standing on the front porch of the house he left, watching him seem to have an internal dialogue with the mailbox. ]

You all right, there?
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