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[burning-fists.livejournal.com]

So who around here likes hockey? Been thinking of getting back into it now that it's getting colder again.

Also who the hell thought it made sense to be bringing Christmas music out before Thanksgiving. Think my eardrums started to bleed last week.

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[scarabsuited]

Anyone else keeping a running tally of how many dudes are acting like they invented the beard this month? I got 14.
My count's going to stay down (hopefully) until I go back to class next week. This week? No thanks! Not a chance. Me and sleep gotta make up like long-lost friends.

Who's going all-out on Thursday, food-style? 'Tis the season and all.

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[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

[The picture comes in, a bit fuzzy, and from far away. Which is weird enough. A slim blonde figure picks herself up across the way and starts coming closer. She's mouthing words, but no sound is coming in. As the picture focuses, Buffy frowns and picks up the fallen communicator. She shakes it a few times like that will help then screams - again. Silent. Are the gentleman back? She hates her life so much.

The video keeps rolling but she decides to start typing instead.]

i broke it :-(

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[professorlionface]

[Professor Lionface is in his office at the school, leaning up against the front of his desk, very particularly lion-faced again.]

So, if my time here has afforded me anything, it's the ability to better prepare! The clock's a-ticking, the days are growing shorter, the remaining calendar's looking a little slim. We all know what time of year this is, and so, with all this time I've had to rethink how it worked out last year, I'd like to revisit an idea I saw through to some meager success previously.

I am, as a matter of fact, talking about The imPort Holiday Benefit Album!

Of course, I didn't really know what I was doing last year, it was mostly a way to keep me busy. This time I have the funds to handle production, have a better established rapport with the charities we'd be donating to as well as the distributors, and, perhaps most importantly, enough time that it won't be released two weeks after Christmas! I'm not going to pretend it wasn't something of a hideous mess last year, but sometimes you simply have to run with an idea as it occurs! This time around should go much smoother.

So, I'm thinking it would be best to stretch the practicing and recording sessions across the next two weekends. I know many of you must have your holiday shopping ahead of you, still, but if you could devote just a single Saturday and Sunday, I'd really deeply appreciate it! Meals will be provided for however long the sessions may last, all that's necessary for you to bring is yourself! Though I was considering a food drive as well, so if you feel like sparing any non-perishable foods toward that end, I suppose you could feel free...

This doesn't only apply to vocalists, mind you, but if you have any desire to participate in whatever position, with the recording or production or the musical accompaniment, you're certainly welcome to it! Anyone who wishes to participate, should they be capable of behaving, will not be turned away.

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[specifythepoint]

[This video is of Arthur: it's clearly in an airplane, first class, and he looks like he's stopped working for a moment to film this.]

I'll be traveling for the next week if you want to get ahol-

[Suddenly from the seat over, the top of a certain forgers head and forehead are visible as they droop onto Arthur's shoulder. There is a slight snuffle and snore, but his face never comes on-screen. Arthur turns and speaks to the owner.]

Are you drooling on my Armani?

Sir?

[This is clearly a stewardess here.]

Sir, would you like me to get your husband a pillow?

What-

[Arthur realizes he's still filming and click! The feed goes off.]

1st Kindness [Video]

[gentleheartpony.livejournal.com]

[The communicator turns on, and at first all that's visible is yellow. The camera gains focus to reveal that its currently looking at a pair of bright yellow wings. The camera is also trembling; whoever's holding it has a bad case of the shakes. The wings part briefly to reveal... pink hair?]

[The wings part a little further and part of a face is now visible; one eye is hidden behind her long pink hair, and the other is blue-green and quite clearly terrified. She appears to be backed into a corner of the Porter room.]

What... where am I? What's happened to me?

[There's a loud noise from somewhere off-camera; the woman squeaks and hides behind her wings again]

I want to go home...

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[submariner]

[Encrypted to Namora]

[Namor looks a bit tired. The dismayed clicking of dolphins can be heard from somewhere behind the comm. When he speaks, it's in Atlantean.] We must talk.

[Public]

[Schooling his expression back into one of haughty irritation for addressing the surface rabble! Obviously. The video is clearly shot in the ocean, somewhere sunny and tropical; the light is fractured by the clear water and wavering in odd patterns across his skin.] Must you people celebrate some new, inane thing every month? Someone explain this damned holiday to me.

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[notfrancie.livejournal.com]

[This is obviously video so cue the scantily clad woman making her way across the feed. Nancy is shivering and chattering and just generally looking like someone dropped a brick on her kitten.]

Well, this isn't Mexico! [she shouts to no one in particular, tugging at the skirt of her dress as if she can make it longer by will alone.] Obviously.

[She looks ready to cry, or maybe laugh. It isn't really certain and the resolution is bad.] Does it make me a bad mother that my first thought is: I need a fucking latte, and not where the fuck are my kids? Though they're both pretty up there on the list of priorities. If I even have those anymore.

I don't even know why I'm talking to you, or why I'm even wandering around out here. This is it; this is the end of my life. It was nice knowing you, world. Or at least, sometimes it wasn't completely bullshit.

[Dropping down on the pavement, she figures it's pointless to carry on though she's probably only a few thousand yards from the MAC and heat.]

At least one good thing can come of this: my sons might have an exponentially better chance at survival without me. That will comfort me in my final minutes if they would just hurry up and get here already.