vicodincrutch: (goofy/lolz)
Truth or Dare. Because it isn't just for Madonna. Yikes. That's a bit dated. I'm sure you're used to Gaptooth McFake-accent's more recent stuff. Pity. She used to be naked all the time. The 80s were something.

Mom, you were talking to me about sick idiots. After some consideration I think this needs to be remedied. Even though the prospect of treating an advanced form or going on a doctoral goose chase for nostalgia's sake would perk me up.

EDIT: FREE pizza and soda at the clinic.
vicodincrutch: (sigh/don't know=don't care)
Two Lifetime channel curses in one month. I thought only two of the deities were women. If I'm not mistaken there is a significantly large amount of estrogen running this place. I'd recommend hormone therapy. But not PEMU, gotta save them horses. Is Little Orphan Annie out of the closet? The literal closet, not the metaphorical. A runaway secret lesbian is pushing the scenario way too much. Crossing over into cinemaxxx territory.

If Cuddy wanted a kid she could have just popped over to this place and waited.

I'm having a hard time believing that none of you get ill. Or shot. Or have a case of anemia. You're all a bunch of penny pinching liars who would die from stubbornness if you could die here.
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Bippity boppity boo and supercalifragilisticexpialidocious won't cut it huh? Oh well. I'll figure it out.What's a few words and a wand flick. Then again, the whole mechanics of the wand could have a problem with it. A person can't literally have a relationship with a bit of wood. If that's the case I could use...I think I will. More trustworthy anyway.

I'm a Ravenclaw, I could have told you that. Slytherin probably was the next runner except the hat must have known I look better in blue.

Potions, come on, gimme something more difficult. You substitute with a lemon lime soda and add a bit of tang and Mongolian finch bark shavings. Is this as hard as it gets?
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Oh you have got to be kidding me. Really? Really. I can't get over this. Extension of the soul. Fine. Whatever. Is there symbolism? Does this mean I'm going do die of bloating and gastric problems too?

I think we both know what it will be if anything. I know it hurts Gregory but four? You had two less than three hours ago.

Ha. Ha. You're a comedian. Got any more, Droopy?

I can run on three legs. And yourself, Gregory?


...Good dog.

Good dog....?

Good dog, Irene.
vicodincrutch: (gross/rock impression/grrr)
Someone's altered my taste buds. This is either a curse or I'm having liver problems. So. We all taste like candy. Do the deities want us to all contract the flu? Better yet, how's about we spread something just wonderful around. Where's that big red idiot? This is his time to shine. Huh.

For those of you who don't get the yummy flavors and have one of the following you win a visit to the doctor's: Bitter, acidic, or Metallic tastes could possibly be jaundice--oh such fun! Maybe an abscess in your tooth, and someone needs to get the pus out because clearly you're not brushing well enough. Gastritis, if it is gastritis just go to the hospital. I've had enough ailing asses in this City. And last but not least liver damage.

Brush your teeth. Wash your hands. Don't lick each other. Think you can accomplish that? There's more active bacteria in your mouth than there are people on this planet. Have a little crowd control.

EDIT: Strictly for scientific purposes, what does gay taste like?
vicodincrutch: (wah/are you kidding/sceptic)
Mirrors give you a reflected image. Shocking news, I hope you were sitting when you read that.

Why can't we see this Mirror City? Where is the mirror? Looks like all the good questions are going to go unanswered. The Lewis Carrol mirror world hopping has scientifically inaccurate for several reasons. First being that it should in all rights be impossible.  Let's suspend that belief because we have to. Thanks, Deities. This is another candle on your alter of Lacks Sense.

What does not makes even less sense is the nature of what has been skewed especially if it is supposed to be mirrored.

A few examples:

Originally
       New State of Being     Specification
FBI Agent -> Evil Sexy FBI Agent= Personality Reversal [Morals] you can't SEE morals.
Lady Knight-> Sexy Vampire= State of Being + Moral Alteration  worst of both worlds
Boy Wizard-> Evil Boy Wizard=Personality Reversal [Morals + Values] change that can't be seen, the effects of course can.
Plush Lion-> Gay Plush Lion=Personality Reveral [Sexual Preference] You can't see gender preference.
Fairy Princess= Fairy Princess= Personality Reversal [Loose Morals] Giselle, you can't be evil. That's just the truth of it.
Male Escort-> Misogynist= Personality Reversal [Gained Common Sense] Nothing wrong here, actually.

Results vary on a case to case basis. Most changes being internal, possibly neurological. While things are "reflected" that doesn't make them the very same subject from the beginning. Doctor and dentist should not be interchangeable. Who the hell writes these things?
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[Voice Post]

[There is water sloshing.]


M-my name is G-Gregory House. I-I don't know what t-time it is. A-april the....[gives up on stats.]

[Pause, shuttering breathing on the line.]


 I'm... The patient is en-t-t-tering stage two of hypother-m-mia. Losing f-feeling in fingers. Failed test to touch forefinger and t-thumb to-g-gether. Shaking n-near unbearable. M-morphine withdrawal not h-helping.

L-Lisa C-cuddy, phys-physic-doctor in New York n-needs letter of r-resign-nation.

[Additional recording.]

D-delusions begin.
vicodincrutch: (gross/rock impression/grrr)
OCD. Are you kidding? Low brow AND annoying in one day. Just when you might need a human relations department to do something, there isn't one to be found. What next Tourett's day?

Let me offer up some discount, quick fix prescriptions to curb your symptoms: paroxentine, seratraline, fluvoxamine, olanazapine or a small dosage of risperidone. Take one. They're anti-psychotic, not anti-curse. Take them. For the love of God. Looking at the network is making me think that this is a Bukowski reading.

Emmett you better not be cursed.
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I can't tell you how disappointed I am at this moment that there is not enough traffic for you all to play in. Maybe some other time.

Lupus. Right. Ha ha. It isn't lupus. You got it. Affirmative.

Moving on.

A shiny, shiny coin goes to the tourist who makes Emmett cry.
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Hey! Hey! Just where do you think you're going? I heard you clip-clip clopping across the bridge. This bridge is mine. If you want to cross it, you'll have to give me something. Those meadows over there? Yeah, on the other side? Can't be something you just get to easily.

Pay up. No pay, no way.

In fact, you look rather healthy. No mites or ticks. May as well eat you anyway, waste of space. Can't even bargain right.

[ooc; Action to whoever wants. I have work. This will likely be backlogged. D:]
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Private//Hackable With Skillz;
Agent X0281 Cyrano, if you can understand me in in your sedative laced stupor, know that you are in good hands. Word from the New Delhi base is that your mission was a success. There was also a warning that opposing agents have been following you since Egypt. You must remain undercover.

I will do the best I can. Agent X0299 Sherlock out.
End Filter;

The patient is in a delicate, but stable condition. For now. He can't have too much excitement. The head wound from that banana cart is obviously agitated. You may speak to him. But...he may not remember you. The poor devil.
vicodincrutch: (sigh/don't know=don't care)
Do you know how much a bag of conversation hearts cost? Not even a bag, a box. A simple box where I'm from is less than a dollar. What does a dollar say? Cheap. Try getting into someone's pants with these puppies and you're looking into a cold, lonely Valentine's Day. Chocolate is what the women want. Not Milky Way--though you get your point across right there--run of the mill store crap.

Consider the amount of starch you're consuming. Blegh. There's a reason why those suckers and candy corn are more accessible only once a year.

The secret added raises the value. You can't converse with them. I'm sure plenty will spark.  So, tell me LOVE what's the news.

[ooc; Guess who doesn't realize there's a lil seekrit of his floating around?]
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i waaan ...I wAnTT f0od gIMee

[Switch to voice recording because someone's obviously irritated at the effort it takes to type.]

[Growl] What does it take to get a good sandwich?
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No one knows what its like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes

No one knows what its like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies

But my dreams
They arent as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
Thats never free
vicodincrutch: (wah/are you kidding/sceptic)
I had the attitude before it was cool. Come off of it. Unoriginal and uncharacteristic. You fluff balls will be just writing about this for days in gory detail of how you threw out your tree and stomped the presents you choose to keep.

Doesn't make sense anyway. If you hated the holiday, you wouldn't have decorated. You wouldn't have bothered celebrating. Ordinary day and ordinary attitude with indifference to the cheer oozing out of every other person's pore. This curse written all over it. Or there are mass brain tumors. That would be a Christmas miracle.

Looks like I still live in an annex territory of the North Pole with the biggest, gayest elf since Liberace.
vicodincrutch: (cane eye view/hmm)
It all started trying to prove something to him. That turned out to be impossible. Until I started to prove him wrong.

And then I knew that I could do it to anyone.

[ooc; Go ahead and ask. He may be evasive. Way to go, Greg. Note to Pixie-stick~ AIM express isn't woooorking D: D:]
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Okay. You want to stop this whole sin, vice, corruption of spirituality, morality and the gosh darn goodness?

Find the ringleader. Duh. Find HER.

See the murder in her eyes! Look at what she's wearing? She's out to destroy marriage! That's demon influence coming right out of her delicate fingertips! Not only that, see her vicious familiar! He's pure audio animatronic evil!

Why hasn't this stopped? What happened to that twenty four hour rule?
vicodincrutch: (glare/not funny/serious business)
Friction causes fire. Witches use fire! Friction is evil! Goodness! You know, let's start killing the people who can whistle or snap their fingers.  Fornication uses friction too. 

Here's an idea. Let's get all the witches together and make them follow a separate code of conduct. To identify them, sew some yellow stars on every item of their clothing. And then let's put em into a controlled neighborhood and---Ah, now that I have your attention:

Christ people, the very staple of this place is based on bippity boppity boo. Remember? Your mother probably sniffed pixie dust and that's how half of you came into being. Stop harassing the other morons. Magic is DUMB and an EASY WAY OUT. Fine, I agree but don't be the Gestapo about it. I hate everyone who can run. Can I set them on fire? I will. Don't tempt me.

You all are wonderfully showing how impressionable and controllable you are. A bit of the right magic influence from the City itself and look at what you do. Really now, this curse is unimaginative and based on sensationalism. The original Salem trials ended up hanging only nineteen. Ten more were convicted. Oh, but I suppose the dieties are going all out so this has to be a European witch hunt.

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