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So I know for human babies, you're supposed to play like Mozart next to their crib while they're sleeping to make them super geniuses or whatever - what about turtle babies? Is there like... a Symphonic Whale Calls Orchestra we can get a CD of or something?

Aquadude? Aquakid? Other Aquafolks? Can I get a weigh-in here?

What are the rest of you turtle-parents doing for your Mack truck cab sized turtle baby eggs? New parent anxiety, you know how it goes.

Private to Vanessa;

Hey girly, we missed some lessons due to sudden onset underwater turtle. Wanna schedule a make-up?

Private to Jaybird;

Soooo, did we go to the turtle dance? Did we make friends? Did we get laid? PS: you need it.

[ translation: are you alive, where are you, can i stalk you, hey, hi. oh wait, he knows something better ]

And on the side of shit you're actually interested in - by the way, I'm a weapons genius, do you want more stuff to kill people with? Because that can be arranged.

Private Kyle;

Uh, sound off? Olly olly oxen free? Marco?

[ basically, hey, what's up, bro, he misses you, did underwater dead turtle demons eat you? ]
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[ Roy's on a public console right now seeing as his is a little... predisposed. Which he's about to tell you about, settle in for a story, kiddies. ]

Okay, so, has anyone tried to take apart the consoles? Here's a handy warning to the wise: DON'T.

[ This is Roy's wide-eyed, semi-serious face (more serious than usual, at least). ]

There are some parts that might make sense from a mechanical standpoint, yeah, maybe, but mostly? It is filled with this nasty, creepy, goo and it floods out all over you and I might have screamed like a little girl.

[ Biting at his thumbnail here and he tilts his head to the side, looking a little freaked out because omfg what has just happened in his home, why is life on the turtle so weird. ]

Aaaaand now it's regrowing. This is some crazy sci fi shit and not in the hot aliens in latex kind of way. Like messed up Star Trek bordering on Alien kind of crap. If I start getting some kind of weird parasite or sickness or end up in a cocoon or wake up with an alien baby, tell Kori I super-like her. And build me a memorial.

But first get me a doctor.
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[ So here's Roy Harper, with costume, mask and trucker hat all assembled on his carrot topped little head, looking bright eyed and bushy tailed in a way that might be bordering on neurotic, considering he'd huddled in a mess of tools and arrow shafts scattered on his suite floor. Ignore that. ] So, guessing by now everyone's gotten well acquainted with the crazy ghost-like pod people with the possession special ability? Vanessa, you can kick me for thinking that precaution was lame.

It's probably overdue by now but don't try to hit them. It makes us end up needing an Exorcist and I am so not hanging around to watch if your head spins around and you crawl up a wall. [ Hold on, going on a tangent. ] Side note: Is anyone else weirdly reminded of that one Doctor Who episode where the space thing possessed people and David Tennant almost got tossed off the ship? Merlin was there? It was during the Donna times. Point being - if people start getting bug-eyed and copying everything I say, I will not hesitate to pistol whip them. Bow whip them. Guns are so Red Hood, I'm classier than that.

[ Pause. Cough. It was important, okay. Anyway. ]

Uh. Point being.

Arsenal to the rescue! I got your back, guys, and please, hold your applause until the Turtle McGuyer demonstration is complete, but I tried pretty much every trick arrow I had on me until I got one that works. [ See Roy holding an arrow aloft with a sort of jury rigged looking electronic device on the arrow tip. ] Void points for aesthetics, please, I'm working on a time crunch. I call it... The Eletcro Space-Ghost Zapper. If that's not informative enough - basically, I fire this at the Doctor Who rejects, it sets off what's basically an electric shock pulse as it's passing through them, ouch, it's super effective. Because this is a weird universe where electric pokemon are weak to other eletric pokemon, I don't even now.

[ This is making so much sense. He might have had a lot of sugar today. And it sort of weirdly looks like he's having fun with this whole chaos thing. Ah, smells like home. ]

Bring me your shit. I'll see what I can do to hook you up with something similar.

Vive la révolution.

[[ ooc; i will be responding really slow because my laptop is completely crapped out and i'm working from an ipad :| so bare with me. i just wanted to get this event post up before it had to be lame and backdated /o/ ]]
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[ So, Roy hasn't been around that long, but he's gotten to know Keeliai, the natives, heard about the Emperor and definitely picked up on the tension between foreigners and the Kedan, but just out right asking about What The Hell Is Wrong With This Place seems a little too obvious. And lame.

And this way is much more fun. ]


Okay so is there a part of living on the back of a giant magic turtle that isn't supposed to be completely awesome? Because a lot of you seem to be really bummed about it, and I'm starting to think it's more than just a strong case of Stick Up The Ass going around.

[ And frankly, Roy likes looking like the idiot. He raises up a hand holding some kind of Kedanian smoothie in the cafe he's seated in, and gives an 'okay, humor me' kind of gesture. ]

Let's pretend for two seconds that you're all actually the most boring people ever and the part where we're on a monster turtle isn't enough for you - you're getting what's practically a free vacation. A beautiful city on a tropical island that's really more like a cruise, and even a space you can go sit near Yurtle's massive head and zen your neurotic brains out. The closest we have to that at home is legalizing pot.

I know I'm inviting a sea of sarcastic quips to kill my buzz about the whole badass Suessical adventure, so let's try to be organized and civil about this - there's only so much scathing sardonicism I can handle at once. Please fill out the attached form and get back to me:
Your Name: Self explanatory.
Your Age: It'd probably explain some things, I'm jussayin.
Level of Suck of Your Homeworld: On a scale of Fantasia to Bambi. Just trying to keep some perspective.
Your Complaints About Our Magical Turtle Adventure: Let it all out, brothers and sisters. Testify.
Notes: Whatever. How's my hair?

Thank you for your participation! Here is a wavier for your free snow cone! Not really. Sorry.
[ Oh wait, just this last piece here: ] Also, if you know anyone who likes to run around in tights and a mask, maybe a cape, let me know? Thanks! [ A little salute, and he signs out. ]

[[ ooc; If you could, please fill out his permissions post ova hurr, and here's the html for his little questionnaire thing :>

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