First Run - Hi, what the hell?

[speeding]

Okay. So.

• Magical journal? Check.
• Shower has been had? Check.
• Actually not-goopy clothing that still doesn't really fit? Check.
• Waking up in the most insane excuse for a social study without any memories or, you know, clothes, and being told the low-down by some poor girl who looked like she was going to faint? Double check.
• Getting practically manhandled around to god knows where without anyone telling me what the hell this is about and ending up writing this next to an endless rack of lady's high heels? GO TIME.

But seriously, magical journal, what the heck is going on?

Uh, and if these things work the way I'm told they are supposed to-- Hello there my fellow lab rats. I guess welcome me to the maze? And, you know, direct me to the cheese and not the sparks.

The name's Dash, by the way. As in dashingly handsome, or dashing to the rescue. You know, I’m good with either.

god I feel like a dork talking to a journal.

Comments

[child-proteus.livejournal.com]

[ ooc :: circles the word "Guy" in the above post ]

The name's Throne. And based on the way you talk, I'm going to go out on a limb and say preemptively please keep the toilet jokes to a none.

[speeding]

Throne.

Got it.




What, not even one? Stingy.

[child-proteus.livejournal.com]

okay, well if Dub gave you one pot shot I suppose I could be generous and give you one on account.

DO YOUR WORST.

[speeding]

Dub?

[About five seconds later]

Oh. Duh.

Nah man, the moment's gone. Guess you're lucky like that.

[child-proteus.livejournal.com]

Oh, so I guess what they say is true about clouds and silver linings then?

Just don't be pulling a takeback later on, dude, and think the offer still stands. Besides, it wouldn't go over well with this crowd, most of the ninjas around here would have no clue what you were going on about.

[speeding]

Yeah, maybe for you Number 5.

Nah I get it, that was my chance, I missed it. I'll think of other ways, don't worry. Ninjas? What? I'm already getting confused by what I have to explain and what I don't. What's safe to say?

[child-proteus.livejournal.com]

Keep calling me Number 5 and you will be the 'New Guy' indefinitely, dude.

Oh, well, then that's reassuring. Listen, you've got it easy. You have no idea just how many people I had to explain the concepts of 'dude', 'city' and 'British' to when I first arrived. It was like I was speaking a completely different language.

[speeding]

But "Number 5" has such a ring to it.

Yep. I'm all about reassuring. Wow. I feel your pain buddy. Seriously. Dude? City? British? What else?!

[child-proteus.livejournal.com]

Bah. Way too many syllables, man.

Pretty much most of the stuff that comes out of mine and Dub's mouth gets a strange look and more often than not requires a five minute back and forth, which usually ends with us having to resort to, "Just cause."