I'm a Very Important Man!

There was juggling to be had in room 206, as could be clearly witnessed from the hallway.

Why was there juggling to be had? Because Valentine was a juggler, of course. And everyone knew that a decent juggler spent his time juggling. It was simply the way of things.

The fact that he was grinning his idiot head off while he was doing so was entirely negligible.

[Open, like the door!]

Another chunk of bandwagon, if you please?

( About The Juggler )

( About The Turtle )

For a super-insane crazy-long info post on my other character, Reno from Final Fantasy VII, click here.

Any questions about either, feel free to ask. :)

T'was the night before Christmas,
in room 2-0-6,
with a crayon-drawn tree
taped up to the wall bricks.

The gifts on the floor were small
and far between,
with hard-earned charcoal from Valentine
for his personal white queen.

Some handwavey present
from Naminé was there,
presumably in a box,
maybe round? Or square?

And over the 'tree' was taped
a string of tree lights.
A mixed-media Christmas,
the artist's delight!

The artist was wrapped up
in the juggler's arms,
and they'd fallen asleep
amongst these Christmas Eve charms.

Both here in a world where
they finally belonged.
Their best Christmas ever.
But would it last long?


(I am not apologetic for this holiday dorkitude! This post is, of course, open for a certain fuzzy green guy. Happy Holidays!)

Valentine was studying for his final final.

No, really. He was. Not that there was much to study, it being for Debating class and all (Valentine figured he was something of a master at making his point known, even if his points were often rather pointless unto themselves), and so he wasn't terribly concerned when a distraction hit.

Distractions, so far as Valentine was concerned, occurred often and they occurred with a solid sort of conviction that tended to derail everything else.

Which was why, rather than studying, Valentine found himself singing.

"Hubba Hubba Zoot Zoot... Num? Deba uba zut zut! .... Num?"

What he was singing, he really had no idea.

"... A-hoorepa Hoorepa A-huh-hoorepa, A-num num! A-num!"

But whatever it was, it certainly was catchy!

Hubba Hubba Zoot Zoot
Deba Uba Zat Zat A-num Num
Hubba Hubba Zoot Zoot
Deba Uba Zat Zat A-num Num
A-hoorepa Hoorepa A-huh-hoorepa A-num Num
A-hoorepa hoorepa
HAH!

There wasn't going to be much studying done today at all.

The Really Useful Book was planning on surviving by hiding under Valentine's pillow.

[ooc: And of course, I work today. But I had to do this. Here, have an earworm!]

You know, I posted this up in my Mun-Journal days ago and it took until now for me to think that there are people here in FH who aren't on my FL over there who I would like to send cards to as well. So! If you'd like a Christmas/Holiday card from me, just surf on over here and leave a comment!

(I'm not making these from scratch myself, as a lot of people from my other FL seem to think, as that would be time consuming and expensive and insane. But if you'd like a quick doodle or something inside, you can let me know as well. I like to doodle.)

So. I'm moving on the first of November, which of course means that I won't be around! Between working every day of the week _except_ that day and trying to finagle a vehicle out of people and being scheduled to work the last possible free day I had to pack, my brain will be liquid and my availability nil until Friday at least.

So! Valentine and Blackheart are joining Mikey on hiatus until I return. Mikey is still gone with his brothers and won't be returning until they do. Valentine is a chicken and Naminé has full modding rights until I return, and Blackheart will be hanging around Pixie Dust (with OOC permission from his faaaaaaabulous employer) and modding rights will go to Pixie Dust staff if they so choose to WTF at him while he's there and wee and fluffy and grumpy.

(Sorry I didn't get to do your icon before I left, Hoshi. I'll get it done as soon as I'm settled again.)


And now I fall off of the planet's face.

It is Tuesday.

Tuesday, which is decidedly not Monday, woe. I fail at being punctual with these things.

In my own defense, I was packing. Yes, I am moving at the end of the month, woo!

Which means that this is going to be the last Fairy Icon contest that I offer until I get settled in. And to keep my nerves from frying, I demand amusement this round for your entry to qualify, muwuahhahaha!

Yes, this time around, I not only need reference of your character's hair and clothing, and what they'd like as a fairy, but also, a short, silly story about what your character would do if they were to actually run into whatever your fairy of choice was, floating there in all its fairy glory.

Because I'm going to be taking such a long break and because I'm late putting this up omg, I'll extend the entry deadline to Friday.

There will be two winners this round, also. One icon will go to whoever the RNG likes the most, and the other will go to whoever's wee silly story makes me snort milk out my nose. Pending multiple wee silly stories of unadultered awesome, I might even make runner-up icons, because, seriously, these little things are my stress relief.

Okay! Reference, fairy, story! The deadline is Friday, and GO!

This round is now closed.

No contest this week on account of the Canadian-Thanksgiving weekend swallowing my brain and leaving me a little behind with the winners from last week (sorry, you guys! I'll try to get those finished up for you, soon!).

I'll be back next week Monday with another shiny icon entry post, promise. Sorry I didn't get this post up sooner!

Oh, it's Monday, too, isn't it?

Fairy contest!

This verse is same as the first- hair reference, clothes reference, only open to characters who don't yet have an icon, and let me know what your fairy of choice is.

A happy random number generator might love you on Wednesday, when I'll make the draw.

I'll pick either one or two this week, I'm not sure yet. We'll see if work smashes me into a wall or not between now and Wednesday. :)

And go!

Valentine was staring at his reflection in the window. It was funny how, after dark, with the lights on inside the way they were, he could see himself there, staring back, mask and all.

Nobody else here had a mask. That was odd.

Or maybe it was perfectly normal. Maybe he was the odd one here, and he was hiding something horrible under this mask that he had been so convinced was his face. Maybe if he were to just reach his hand up around the edges of his mask, like so, and peel it off, he'd see something that would jog his memory, or something.

He looked at the mask he was now holding in his hand and he frowned. It didn't seem the most practical sort of face for anyone who had something to hide to wear, did it?

Deep breath. Okay, 'Valentine,' moment of truth.

He looked at his reflection. And it was the exact same face staring back at him. His breath caught and he curled his lip and he tried again. Nobody was crazy enough to wear more than one mask, what was going on?

Nothing. And again. And again. And again! And again! It didn't matter how quickly he pulled the masks from his face, every time, it was the same face staring at him! The same, completely abnormal, impractical mask.

And nobody else here wore one.


(Open for interaction, if anyone sees the need to boggle at a small pile of masks and the guy bent on removing them.)