When you're the best

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A year. I couldn't bear to deal with it yesterday, remembering I've been here for a year. With all that's happened, with Horrible, and Penny and- and that ticking that never goes away. At least I know what it must be like to be that mouse from the nursery rhyme and the clock. Except my tail wasn't cut off. Not that I have a tail, of course, but- oh just look at what this has done to me, I can't think. I need to get out of here, out of this apartment and out of this City! But, I suppose if I can't leave, I might be able to get some other tail.

Figuratively speaking, of course. I'd like to have sex.

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[Voice Post]

Oh, well, love seems to be in the air today, doesn't it? How curious, as usually this weather doesn't seem to inhibit that sort of behavior, especially around this time of yea-

Oh. Oh my, how silly of me. I seem to have forgotten something. This is the twenty-seventh, but I arrived in the City January twenty-sixth! I've already been here an entire year. Perhaps this weather does have something to it, eh?

My friends, I am so grateful for you all, thank you so much for helping me through this hard year. Perhaps some of us could do someo-thing together today?

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[OoC: Feel free to have anyone crush on him or whatnot. It's all good. Pretend this was up way earlier. Happy Hammer-versary!]

Want to know what irks me to no end? Evil. Evil is everywhere! In the City, back home, on all of our worlds, it might even be your roommate.

There are people out there who kill, and injure people, just for fun! And so many say that the deities are evil, and quite frankly, I understand why. It's horrible what they do, what they make us do day to day. But there are worse.

Worse are the people who deceive the rest of us, by playing the victim. By pretending that they're not all that evil, but let me tell you, they might say that it's different now, but they're liars! And remember, even the littlest crime or, say, bank-robbery, should be taken seriously, and are not to be ignored. Keep your eyes peeled.

[OoC: He's been watching the network, and figuring out the curse; he does feel the need to rant a little bit, but- he's mainly faking. Jerk.]

Today seems very strange. I'm bundled up, but it still seems freezing in here. I think, perhaps, this might be aided by the fact that anything I touch today seems to be freezing on the spot. I haven't ever experienced anything like this, but if anyone needs to freeze something, then I'm your man.

I suppose if I shout "freeze, scoundrel" it will have a completely different meaning. Ah-hah.

Speaking of which, any of you that knew him, Doctor Horrible is back in the City. He's laying low, for now, but I'll be sure to keep an eye on him. Horrible, today I'm like the freeze ray you always wanted to build, but never could. Perhaps I should pay him a visit.

[OoC: He's the ideal hero and perfect man in his mind, but he's just too much, and he's cold on the inside. *analyzed this too much* Also, finishing up my final paper, so backdating. /surprise surprise]

Today seems different to me for some reason. But perhaps that's just a relief that all this box business appears to be over. All are well again, and those that have been home are back again.

Like you, Raikov. I'm very glad that you're back.

Penny, your cooking was delicious. In fact, it made me want to try out a few recipes of my own. Perhaps I'll run some of them by you sometime.

Ah, but today- I think I rather fancy a walk. Would any of you fine gentlemen like to accompany me through Xanadu, perhaps? It might be cold out, but rest assured, I can help keep you warm.

[OoC: Just so you know, he's not flamboyant or anything. Sounds normal vocally, and the baking- well, while not inherently feminine or gay, it's not something he would think to do if he could help it. But today, it doesn't matter much.]

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[He is pretty thoroughly covered in pumpkin bits, and seems out of breath] I-It was terrible. There was this huge pumpkin, it had some sort of great big symbol on its front. I don't know where it came from, but . . .

But it carried a blue blanket that seemed to belong to a child! The fiend. It must have gotten to him before I could get to it. [He directs his next line, rather unnecessarily, towards the sky.] My finishing blow was for YOU small, helpless child! [and then, more normally, as he lays the blanket down, almost like a grave] I'm so exhausted, but- I shall lay this down here, in memoriam.

Unless there is someone else that requires my help, I think I need to lay down. [If you strain very, very hard, you can hear a mumbled 'and a shower' before the feed gets cut off.]

[OoC: NO, I DID NOT MAKE A THINLY VEILED REFERENCE TO "IT'S THE GREAT PUMPKIN, CHARLIE BROWN," WHY DO YOU ASK?]