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There's a full moon shining / and a joker in the pack. / The dealer's dealt the cards / and he won't take them back. | #MVRP | Multi-muse roleplay account. | 18+, strong mature themes ahead.
of *course*! and with all the work you're doing at the moment . . .

how are *you*? in *yourself* i mean? i've been trying this new blend in my baths lately; ylang-ylang, lingoproteins, lavender, flejri leaves, strawberry kisses . . . you should try some! i'll get varnun to bottle you some.
September 16, 2025 at 6:26 PM
have any *vroxnic*, do you?
September 16, 2025 at 5:14 PM
don't be silly! you've got *kids*, del, you can't expect a spotless house.

( placing the cake on the counter. ) now, do you need a hand with *anything*? i'll cook, i'll clean, i'll even take the cocktail sausages off the sticks for lalo. just say the word, hon.

oh, can i be cheeky? you don't
September 16, 2025 at 5:14 PM
( gingerly carrying a large white box, the logo of the patisserie unmistakably large on the lid. )

*delasi*! it's so nice to see you. come *here*. ( kissing her on the cheek. ) m-wah!

we've brought a gift, see? ( entering the house before being invited. ) now where do you want this?
September 16, 2025 at 4:53 PM
( there is suddenly a knock at the door. )
September 16, 2025 at 4:40 PM
Doesn't this all seem... familiar?

But didn't Hope die in that crash too? Can you even... Remember?
August 5, 2025 at 7:23 PM
I don't care. Just bring her back. Please.

Alright. We'll get going right away. Nurse, help me apply the helmet.

Doctor Hugo, look at this! What is it, nurse? Oh my god. Oh god. Oh god. Oh fuck.
August 5, 2025 at 7:23 PM
familiar images. But they might appear... different to how they really happened. The brain attempting to put context to things which don't need it. You're her next of kin? Uh, I think so. Yeah. I am. I should warn you, this *is* experimental, still in the early stages... Do whatever it takes.
August 5, 2025 at 7:23 PM
We're all waiting for you. We need you. *I* need you!

You-- You said something about, uh, the next stage. What-- What is that? We're going to try and fire up her neurons using this device here. To put it simply, it should trigger the muscle memory and rouse consciousness by feeding back
August 5, 2025 at 7:23 PM
Is she gonna be okay? It's too early to say. I'd need to look over those tests and scans. But this is a start. We can move on to the next stage of the treatment.

Nat? It's me, Hope. Look, you've gotta hang in there. You've gotta be strong and come right back to me, okay?
August 5, 2025 at 7:23 PM
( The sound of beeping. A ventilation tube. )

Natasha? Natasha, can you hear me? Natasha? Natasha, blink if you can hear me.

Good. There's still brain activity. She's still in there.

Natasha? There's been an accident.
August 5, 2025 at 6:42 PM
'how did they take it?' the casinos. so malleable.
May 15, 2025 at 6:10 AM
'the time is almost come, from which you shall know the window by the braying of trumpets. you must build him an altar. you must prove that you are ready for matrimony.'
May 12, 2025 at 1:51 AM
'lucy?'
May 12, 2025 at 1:25 AM
holding his shoulder with one hand to keep him there and searching for the reins with the other. as commanded, ariel careens left and out. )
May 9, 2025 at 1:29 PM
they stop, facing the insurance men for precious seconds. vinnie copies what he saw arlo and orson do in the past to steer left but it's both too late and just in time: vinnie's body jerks as he's hit, falling back against orson. orson feels him fall against him,
May 9, 2025 at 1:29 PM
men left. these must be the "smart ones". they're aiming mostly at the firepower behind ariel, no doubt valente, arlo, maybe kim. he can't go over, there's no way she'll make the jump! he yanks at ariel's reins, the friction of her hooves as she scrambles for purchase kicking up the dust.
May 9, 2025 at 1:29 PM
( vincent, at the front of ariel, tries to steer her. he could swear he saw bullets hit her and bounce off. now he wishes he had a gun on him. he indicates to orson to use him as cover, the older man hunching up behind him. they're getting close to the gang, able to see the two-- no, three
May 9, 2025 at 1:29 PM
( and ariel? she's magic, she's light, faster than dreams of trains and telegrams, the television or tides; her cargo, orson and vinnie, go hurtling toward the sounds behind the rocks, bullets hailing them as friends. )
May 9, 2025 at 4:15 AM
arlo's quick to call out for cover, which both sides seem to make for — the insurance people behind a jagged cluster of rocks. arlo doesn't have time to see where his gang end up (he assumes the ruined brick pile of a building they just passed) as he joins valente, rifle in hand. ) ay, coño . . . !
May 9, 2025 at 4:15 AM
( things happen fast. a thin trickle of blood dribbles down the insurance man's face, just beside the nose, between the lips. he falls, but silently; his thud is drowned out by the whinny and charge of ariel, and the cries of the other insurance men as they get out their guns and just *fire*.
May 9, 2025 at 4:15 AM
insurance plain an' simple, mister. no ncr discounts i'm afraid — we don't wanna take sides now.

that pretty one, bet there's a lotta caps there.
May 8, 2025 at 9:32 PM
'xactly the kinda people we's lookin' t' sell our goods to, mister.

it ain't rocket science. hand over the caps and we can guarantee you don't get hurt. insurance, see?
May 6, 2025 at 5:03 PM