MemMingle!

[thanks_satan]

Who: Idols
Where: Lobby?
When: 62 Afternoon

[ Well, how about it kids? You're out of points jail, you've had plenty of Lives. Care to try your luck with ye old trauma roulette? ]

Comments

[foolmetwice]

[. . . just kind of standing on the fringes of the crowds of people who talk to Intensity after this, casually sucking in a drag of a cigarette, because smoking a) indoors and b) while your'e coughing up dirt is SMART]

[(no it isn't)]

[and after a moment, he presses a hand against his mouth and snorts in laughter]

1/2

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Back again for more fucking bland and unwanted commentar---

2/3 I lied

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Wait what?

No one gave him the memo on doubles?]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I see the Producers dug in the bargain bin for a fucking 2-for-1 sale.

[foolmetwice]

[UUUUUGH]

[and now he's scowling]

No, more like they decided to invest in a cheap knock off.

[rolls his eyes]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

So you're the original?

[foolmetwice]

Nope. Cheap knock off.

[somewhat wry as he taps his cigarette and scatters ashes onto the couch cushions. he's not cleaning that up]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Litter as you will, good sir. Maybe it will summon maintenance one day]

How cheap? Are you available for purchase?

[foolmetwice]

[. . . LAUGHS]

Fuck no.

[but I like points]

But I work freelance, at a rate to be determined at the time services are rendered. Just ask C.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Did he already contract you? Fuck, Gremlin moves fast.

How long have you even been here?!

[foolmetwice]

If you want to call what he purchased a "contract," sure.

[all he did was pick C off of the ground princess style and then drop him again it was like barely nothing]

About five days. Are you saying you're way out of the loop?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Apparently! But that can be rectified soon enough.

I'm guessing by your clothing that you're a---

[Fuck. A paladin? Really? Does that mean you're going to be some weird Boss/Hiryuu hybrid thing...]

Ha! A paladin. How appropriate.

[foolmetwice]

[. . . . . . . . . . no]

Bard. Rogue. Fighter. Ranger. Barbarian. Anything but a paladin.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Oh come now, midBoss. You need to embrace your brand.

[foolmetwice]

[immediately, sharply, hackles raising]

First off: don't call me that, or anything resembling Boss. I'm not him.

Second: the only brands I embrace are the ones I create for myself.

[. . . he says, wearing HSS style clothing after three days of refusing to and only going out in public in his pajamas]

1/2

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

So imitation brand doesn't like being compared the self-proclaimed Wildcard.

Good to know.

[Takes out his phone]

What did the producers call y---

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[OMG this might be the funniest shit he's seen all week]

[foolmetwice]

[. . . . . . .]

[chucks a fucking pillow at his face]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Lets it hit him because this is just too goddamn funny]

Now, now, Warden.

It's a much better name than the original's, don't you think?

[foolmetwice]

[takes another drag of his cigarette, lifting his gaze to meet Intensity's firmly]

My name is Mars.

Use it.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Or else?

[foolmetwice]

[. . . NO!!1]

. . .

I can't even hit you because that's what you want me to do, isn't it?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

. . .

Why the fuck did you jump to that conclusion?

WHO HAVE YOU BEEN TALKING TO?

[foolmetwice]

Absolutely no one, which probably says a lot about the impressions you give off on your own.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I don't fucking believe you! And your conclusion is fucking wrong.