{ 09 } I feel like a prized asshole, no-one even mentions my casserole

[socoolbrewster]

[VIDEO - public]

[Annoyance. Amusement. Loss. Alone. Hurt. Hungry. Without the structure of more human thoughts they're a jumble, stronger than you'd expect, more raw. Basic.

But outwardly he just looks a combination of irritated and amused.]

Just...stop it. All of you. It's bad enough I can smell you, now I have to see it too? What. the. FUCK.

You look like rainbows. It's kind of ridiculous; if I laugh at you it's because you look like Glenda the Good Witch.

It's like I'm lost in fucking Bath and Body Works.


[A/N: Ed is gloriously Affected, and is currently both a receiver and a transmitter. Have fun!]

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[buildindreemz]

[That's a lot of feelings right there. Ariadne is starting to get a headache, and she's projecting mostly annoyance and frustration, with an undercurrent of tiredness.]

What, did you get high just as the flood was starting?

[flashy_magic]

[Drake feels amused, and is a receiver and transmitter.] I look like rainbows? Well...actually, yeah, I've had people say that to me before.

[scarlet_discord]

[Well, someone's happy to hear from him, anyway. Or at least that's what she's radiating--a sort of tentative happiness qualified by caution, curiosity, an easygoing and totally non-awkward attraction which mix together to form a sort of Tequila Sunrise coloring. But then she notices what he's going through, and here comes a pale thread of worry and urge-to-distract.]

Hey look! I'm a lava lamp!

[nakesnakecobracobra]

My dear, I'm afraid the problem is your own. Nobody looks colorful to me.

[ Her voice is so respectful, but she is full of disdain and disgust. It's kind of a constant thing for her. ]

[twoheadsofcabbage]

[Here is...a double dose of annoyance which is somehow directed simultaneously outward and inward. Scrad, who is the only one of...himself...visible on the comm currently asks:]

...you can get smell on this thing?

[strangehistorian]

Colors? I hadn't heard that as an effect before...

[Chromie is surrounded in the silver clockwork of perceiving a hundred things at once and quietly balancing them. She's actually quite cheerful, if a little worried at how unhappy he seems.]

Are you alright?