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@alex-fish-butrp
Heyo! This Alex :3 this is a side account I made specifically for Roleplay related things. I will be using it mainly for interactions with *other* blogs.
My main blog is @alex-fish-art in which I post my art and shit post and ramble :]
I must also say this blog does not (currently) have a set character in mind :]
Eye boy!! Youāre back! Does this possibly mean i can keep eating your mold?
[the thing hesitated]
If you let me I can help dismantle the underground worm gambling business in your flat
[he seems to be fluttering itās eyelashes and making his eyes big and watery to convince the archivist. However the affect does work as well considering the thingās eyelashes are covered with an unidentified powder and itās eyes surrounded by peeling skin]
[[@alex-fish-butrp ]]
"Oh, hey. I mean, yeah, of course, the mold is perfectly fine for you to hav- Did you say underground worm gambling business???" Jon only stares and crosses his arms, looking like he's expecting an explanation for this.. new development.
[Alex stares at Jon, perplexed, before realising]
Oh right! I forgot to tell you earlier. Last time I was at your flat I saw a worm slip beneath a crack in the floorboards, I investigated a bit and..
[it paused, hushing his voice into a whisper and leaning in. As if he can get caught for spreading this information]
ā¦Underneath the floorboards there is a small shoe-box sized bar, filled completely with earthworms. Which is fine by me, the worms should be allowed to drink and play pool as much as they want butā¦ a buddy of mine is in realll trouble with some worms there, and asked my help dismantling itā¦ so if youād wanna do that with me, considering itās your flat (no matter how many unnoticed guests take up residence)
"... Say what now?" Jon is actually stunned, and makes an expression that can only be described as "WTF". He shakes his head. "I'm hearing things, right? Surely I'm hearing things. You're joking. You're lying.." He turns and looks around his small office, mumbling something along the lines of, "where is the damned fire extinguisher..."
What? No! No fire extinguisher, that would be quite rude of you, eye boy.
Besides, if you burn it down you might get into some trouble with the worm mafiaā¦ and if they go after you theyāll definitely find me.
Got into a squabble with one of their guys a few years back and they were real pissed bout that.
And I donāt want that to happen!! Im assuming you donāt want the worm mafia either, do you? So donāt go reaching for the fire extinguisher.
[he said all of this with a bit of a scolding tone, which was hard to take seriously considering it was much shorter then the archivist and had the blank but pathetic eyes of a Victorian orphan]
Anyway. No. I am not joking. Now if we want to dispose of the bar, we have two options. The peaceful option of trying to discuss it with the owner of the bar, or the non-peaceful option of destroying the bar (after we evacuate all the worms, of course.)
Jon wasn't paying attention to half of that, because of course he wasn't [[sorry]]. Instead, he blinks a few times after pulling out a fire extinguisher from under his desk. "Huh..?" Jon takes another minute to process its words. "... Worm mafia.. problems.... right, sure. Well. Let's get to work on getting them out of the bar [and hopefully my house], and then we destroy it. No offence, but I am not conversing with a.. a...." The word 'worm' doesn't make it out. Instead, he just makes an awkward noise and absentmindedly scratches one of the worm scars on his arms.
Right. Well, even if we did choose the peaceful route I was planning on doing the talking, I assumed you donāt share my level of expertise when it comes to worm linguistics.
[again, such smugness didnāt fit how the thing presented. A boy that is actively decaying and is of the habit of eating other peoples moldy foods is not the most sophisticated.]
[but it didnāt leave that much more time for discussion before it lead the archivist to an exact spot in the floorboards. Before whispering]
Right. This is it, you lift the floorboards, and Iāll do the talking with the worms, once they all are out Iāll give you a sign to destroy the place. Okay?
Jon nods along hesitantly, staring at the spot in the floorboards it'd indicated to him. He's not holding the fire extinguisher at the moment, but he's keeping it awfully close.
[it nodded and watched the archivist hesitantly lift the floor board, revealing a shoe-box sized bar with around 6 worms in it, as Alex previously described. It was now roofless, as the floorboard seemed to be itās previous roof, and it had some tables, a counter, and a pool table. There was a worm behind the counter and a worm on the bar chair and a few playing pools, all now seemingly panicked from being discovered ]
[Alex kneeled and proceeded to speak in a calm tone to the worms]
Meemt nneeep hememmeep met neep meepep muup mapp oumap
[the worm screamed something back and his smile dropped]
Uh, eye boy.. they arenāt as friendly as last time we uh.. weāre in a bit of a pickle
Jon immediately grabs the fire extinguisher and points it at the worm bar. "You're going to be nice to Alex and also get out of my damn floor, or else you're fish bait."
[the worms hastily scrambled out, climbing the wall and slithering out through the window that was open just a crack.]
Oh. That worked, thanks eye boy.
[Alex smiled, the look still unsettling though itās clear itās not meant that way]
Right! Itās destroying time now!
Jon simply takes the fire extinguisher and drops it straight onto the worm... shoebox.. gambling bar whatever. Then he picks it up and drops it again. And again. He does this about ten times.
That isā¦ one way to do it. Sure.
[alex waited for the archivist to be done before letting out a little āwoo!ā Cheer]
Alright! No more worm bar!
Jon glances at Alex.. ... and then drops the fire extinguisher another ten times. Only then does he finally give the slightest smile. ".. Yep. No more worm bar," he confirms, a bit of pride seeping through his voice. "... that felt really good to do."
Bet it did.
[Alex stared at the destroyed bar vacantly]
What do we do now, eye boy?
"Uh, well, I was thinking about.. putting the floorboard back, first of all, and uhhh... I could see if I could find something moldy for you to eat?"
Oh! That would be great. God, I am hungry.
[Alex helped the archivist , just a bit, to put the floorboard back in place. It was not perfect but it worked for now]
Jon glanced at the spot on the floorboard one last time, uttering 'good riddance' before putting his fire extinguisher next to his desk. "I believe there's some blue cheese in my fridge. I mean, it's technically mold, but I'm not sure.. There's also some stale bread.."
[Alexās antennae perked up a bit in the mention of stale bread]
That sounds like a dinner, yeah!
What are you planning on eating?
"Oh? Me..? Hm... I'm not quite sure actually. I'll probably just fix myself a cup of tea and find some leftovers in the fridge.. there ought to be something I can eat...."
[they made their way into the kitchen, Alex sat at the table, legs dangling]
Soooooā¦.
[it thought for a moment, before remembering something]
You said I could stick around, right?
"Yeeeah, pretty much," Jon replies as he pulls out a block of blue cheese from the fridge and sets it on the countertop. "That's fine." He returns to looking through the fridge, grumbling and cursing about how there's 'absolutely nothing to eat'.
[Alex was eyeing the cheese from the table like a child in a candy shop, still swinging his legs ]
I can sleep on the floor most days, or on the couch, also the cupboards if you have any empty
Eye boy!! Youāre back! Does this possibly mean i can keep eating your mold?
[the thing hesitated]
If you let me I can help dismantle the underground worm gambling business in your flat
[he seems to be fluttering itās eyelashes and making his eyes big and watery to convince the archivist. However the affect does work as well considering the thingās eyelashes are covered with an unidentified powder and itās eyes surrounded by peeling skin]
[[@alex-fish-butrp ]]
"Oh, hey. I mean, yeah, of course, the mold is perfectly fine for you to hav- Did you say underground worm gambling business???" Jon only stares and crosses his arms, looking like he's expecting an explanation for this.. new development.
[Alex stares at Jon, perplexed, before realising]
Oh right! I forgot to tell you earlier. Last time I was at your flat I saw a worm slip beneath a crack in the floorboards, I investigated a bit and..
[it paused, hushing his voice into a whisper and leaning in. As if he can get caught for spreading this information]
ā¦Underneath the floorboards there is a small shoe-box sized bar, filled completely with earthworms. Which is fine by me, the worms should be allowed to drink and play pool as much as they want butā¦ a buddy of mine is in realll trouble with some worms there, and asked my help dismantling itā¦ so if youād wanna do that with me, considering itās your flat (no matter how many unnoticed guests take up residence)
"... Say what now?" Jon is actually stunned, and makes an expression that can only be described as "WTF". He shakes his head. "I'm hearing things, right? Surely I'm hearing things. You're joking. You're lying.." He turns and looks around his small office, mumbling something along the lines of, "where is the damned fire extinguisher..."
What? No! No fire extinguisher, that would be quite rude of you, eye boy.
Besides, if you burn it down you might get into some trouble with the worm mafiaā¦ and if they go after you theyāll definitely find me.
Got into a squabble with one of their guys a few years back and they were real pissed bout that.
And I donāt want that to happen!! Im assuming you donāt want the worm mafia either, do you? So donāt go reaching for the fire extinguisher.
[he said all of this with a bit of a scolding tone, which was hard to take seriously considering it was much shorter then the archivist and had the blank but pathetic eyes of a Victorian orphan]
Anyway. No. I am not joking. Now if we want to dispose of the bar, we have two options. The peaceful option of trying to discuss it with the owner of the bar, or the non-peaceful option of destroying the bar (after we evacuate all the worms, of course.)
Jon wasn't paying attention to half of that, because of course he wasn't [[sorry]]. Instead, he blinks a few times after pulling out a fire extinguisher from under his desk. "Huh..?" Jon takes another minute to process its words. "... Worm mafia.. problems.... right, sure. Well. Let's get to work on getting them out of the bar [and hopefully my house], and then we destroy it. No offence, but I am not conversing with a.. a...." The word 'worm' doesn't make it out. Instead, he just makes an awkward noise and absentmindedly scratches one of the worm scars on his arms.
Right. Well, even if we did choose the peaceful route I was planning on doing the talking, I assumed you donāt share my level of expertise when it comes to worm linguistics.
[again, such smugness didnāt fit how the thing presented. A boy that is actively decaying and is of the habit of eating other peoples moldy foods is not the most sophisticated.]
[but it didnāt leave that much more time for discussion before it lead the archivist to an exact spot in the floorboards. Before whispering]
Right. This is it, you lift the floorboards, and Iāll do the talking with the worms, once they all are out Iāll give you a sign to destroy the place. Okay?
Jon nods along hesitantly, staring at the spot in the floorboards it'd indicated to him. He's not holding the fire extinguisher at the moment, but he's keeping it awfully close.
[it nodded and watched the archivist hesitantly lift the floor board, revealing a shoe-box sized bar with around 6 worms in it, as Alex previously described. It was now roofless, as the floorboard seemed to be itās previous roof, and it had some tables, a counter, and a pool table. There was a worm behind the counter and a worm on the bar chair and a few playing pools, all now seemingly panicked from being discovered ]
[Alex kneeled and proceeded to speak in a calm tone to the worms]
Meemt nneeep hememmeep met neep meepep muup mapp oumap
[the worm screamed something back and his smile dropped]
Uh, eye boy.. they arenāt as friendly as last time we uh.. weāre in a bit of a pickle
Jon immediately grabs the fire extinguisher and points it at the worm bar. "You're going to be nice to Alex and also get out of my damn floor, or else you're fish bait."
[the worms hastily scrambled out, climbing the wall and slithering out through the window that was open just a crack.]
Oh. That worked, thanks eye boy.
[Alex smiled, the look still unsettling though itās clear itās not meant that way]
Right! Itās destroying time now!
Jon simply takes the fire extinguisher and drops it straight onto the worm... shoebox.. gambling bar whatever. Then he picks it up and drops it again. And again. He does this about ten times.
That isā¦ one way to do it. Sure.
[alex waited for the archivist to be done before letting out a little āwoo!ā Cheer]
Alright! No more worm bar!
Jon glances at Alex.. ... and then drops the fire extinguisher another ten times. Only then does he finally give the slightest smile. ".. Yep. No more worm bar," he confirms, a bit of pride seeping through his voice. "... that felt really good to do."
Bet it did.
[Alex stared at the destroyed bar vacantly]
What do we do now, eye boy?
"Uh, well, I was thinking about.. putting the floorboard back, first of all, and uhhh... I could see if I could find something moldy for you to eat?"
Oh! That would be great. God, I am hungry.
[Alex helped the archivist , just a bit, to put the floorboard back in place. It was not perfect but it worked for now]
Jon glanced at the spot on the floorboard one last time, uttering 'good riddance' before putting his fire extinguisher next to his desk. "I believe there's some blue cheese in my fridge. I mean, it's technically mold, but I'm not sure.. There's also some stale bread.."
[Alexās antennae perked up a bit in the mention of stale bread]
That sounds like a dinner, yeah!
What are you planning on eating?
"Oh? Me..? Hm... I'm not quite sure actually. I'll probably just fix myself a cup of tea and find some leftovers in the fridge.. there ought to be something I can eat...."
[they made their way into the kitchen, Alex sat at the table, legs dangling]
Soooooā¦.
[it thought for a moment, before remembering something]
You said I could stick around, right?
Eye boy!! Youāre back! Does this possibly mean i can keep eating your mold?
[the thing hesitated]
If you let me I can help dismantle the underground worm gambling business in your flat
[he seems to be fluttering itās eyelashes and making his eyes big and watery to convince the archivist. However the affect does work as well considering the thingās eyelashes are covered with an unidentified powder and itās eyes surrounded by peeling skin]
[[@alex-fish-butrp ]]
"Oh, hey. I mean, yeah, of course, the mold is perfectly fine for you to hav- Did you say underground worm gambling business???" Jon only stares and crosses his arms, looking like he's expecting an explanation for this.. new development.
[Alex stares at Jon, perplexed, before realising]
Oh right! I forgot to tell you earlier. Last time I was at your flat I saw a worm slip beneath a crack in the floorboards, I investigated a bit and..
[it paused, hushing his voice into a whisper and leaning in. As if he can get caught for spreading this information]
ā¦Underneath the floorboards there is a small shoe-box sized bar, filled completely with earthworms. Which is fine by me, the worms should be allowed to drink and play pool as much as they want butā¦ a buddy of mine is in realll trouble with some worms there, and asked my help dismantling itā¦ so if youād wanna do that with me, considering itās your flat (no matter how many unnoticed guests take up residence)
"... Say what now?" Jon is actually stunned, and makes an expression that can only be described as "WTF". He shakes his head. "I'm hearing things, right? Surely I'm hearing things. You're joking. You're lying.." He turns and looks around his small office, mumbling something along the lines of, "where is the damned fire extinguisher..."
What? No! No fire extinguisher, that would be quite rude of you, eye boy.
Besides, if you burn it down you might get into some trouble with the worm mafiaā¦ and if they go after you theyāll definitely find me.
Got into a squabble with one of their guys a few years back and they were real pissed bout that.
And I donāt want that to happen!! Im assuming you donāt want the worm mafia either, do you? So donāt go reaching for the fire extinguisher.
[he said all of this with a bit of a scolding tone, which was hard to take seriously considering it was much shorter then the archivist and had the blank but pathetic eyes of a Victorian orphan]
Anyway. No. I am not joking. Now if we want to dispose of the bar, we have two options. The peaceful option of trying to discuss it with the owner of the bar, or the non-peaceful option of destroying the bar (after we evacuate all the worms, of course.)
Jon wasn't paying attention to half of that, because of course he wasn't [[sorry]]. Instead, he blinks a few times after pulling out a fire extinguisher from under his desk. "Huh..?" Jon takes another minute to process its words. "... Worm mafia.. problems.... right, sure. Well. Let's get to work on getting them out of the bar [and hopefully my house], and then we destroy it. No offence, but I am not conversing with a.. a...." The word 'worm' doesn't make it out. Instead, he just makes an awkward noise and absentmindedly scratches one of the worm scars on his arms.
Right. Well, even if we did choose the peaceful route I was planning on doing the talking, I assumed you donāt share my level of expertise when it comes to worm linguistics.
[again, such smugness didnāt fit how the thing presented. A boy that is actively decaying and is of the habit of eating other peoples moldy foods is not the most sophisticated.]
[but it didnāt leave that much more time for discussion before it lead the archivist to an exact spot in the floorboards. Before whispering]
Right. This is it, you lift the floorboards, and Iāll do the talking with the worms, once they all are out Iāll give you a sign to destroy the place. Okay?
Jon nods along hesitantly, staring at the spot in the floorboards it'd indicated to him. He's not holding the fire extinguisher at the moment, but he's keeping it awfully close.
[it nodded and watched the archivist hesitantly lift the floor board, revealing a shoe-box sized bar with around 6 worms in it, as Alex previously described. It was now roofless, as the floorboard seemed to be itās previous roof, and it had some tables, a counter, and a pool table. There was a worm behind the counter and a worm on the bar chair and a few playing pools, all now seemingly panicked from being discovered ]
[Alex kneeled and proceeded to speak in a calm tone to the worms]
Meemt nneeep hememmeep met neep meepep muup mapp oumap
[the worm screamed something back and his smile dropped]
Uh, eye boy.. they arenāt as friendly as last time we uh.. weāre in a bit of a pickle
Jon immediately grabs the fire extinguisher and points it at the worm bar. "You're going to be nice to Alex and also get out of my damn floor, or else you're fish bait."
[the worms hastily scrambled out, climbing the wall and slithering out through the window that was open just a crack.]
Oh. That worked, thanks eye boy.
[Alex smiled, the look still unsettling though itās clear itās not meant that way]
Right! Itās destroying time now!
Jon simply takes the fire extinguisher and drops it straight onto the worm... shoebox.. gambling bar whatever. Then he picks it up and drops it again. And again. He does this about ten times.
That isā¦ one way to do it. Sure.
[alex waited for the archivist to be done before letting out a little āwoo!ā Cheer]
Alright! No more worm bar!
Jon glances at Alex.. ... and then drops the fire extinguisher another ten times. Only then does he finally give the slightest smile. ".. Yep. No more worm bar," he confirms, a bit of pride seeping through his voice. "... that felt really good to do."
Bet it did.
[Alex stared at the destroyed bar vacantly]
What do we do now, eye boy?
"Uh, well, I was thinking about.. putting the floorboard back, first of all, and uhhh... I could see if I could find something moldy for you to eat?"
Oh! That would be great. God, I am hungry.
[Alex helped the archivist , just a bit, to put the floorboard back in place. It was not perfect but it worked for now]
Jon glanced at the spot on the floorboard one last time, uttering 'good riddance' before putting his fire extinguisher next to his desk. "I believe there's some blue cheese in my fridge. I mean, it's technically mold, but I'm not sure.. There's also some stale bread.."
[Alexās antennae perked up a bit in the mention of stale bread]
That sounds like a dinner, yeah!
What are you planning on eating?
Eye boy!! Youāre back! Does this possibly mean i can keep eating your mold?
[the thing hesitated]
If you let me I can help dismantle the underground worm gambling business in your flat
[he seems to be fluttering itās eyelashes and making his eyes big and watery to convince the archivist. However the affect does work as well considering the thingās eyelashes are covered with an unidentified powder and itās eyes surrounded by peeling skin]
[[@alex-fish-butrp ]]
"Oh, hey. I mean, yeah, of course, the mold is perfectly fine for you to hav- Did you say underground worm gambling business???" Jon only stares and crosses his arms, looking like he's expecting an explanation for this.. new development.
[Alex stares at Jon, perplexed, before realising]
Oh right! I forgot to tell you earlier. Last time I was at your flat I saw a worm slip beneath a crack in the floorboards, I investigated a bit and..
[it paused, hushing his voice into a whisper and leaning in. As if he can get caught for spreading this information]
ā¦Underneath the floorboards there is a small shoe-box sized bar, filled completely with earthworms. Which is fine by me, the worms should be allowed to drink and play pool as much as they want butā¦ a buddy of mine is in realll trouble with some worms there, and asked my help dismantling itā¦ so if youād wanna do that with me, considering itās your flat (no matter how many unnoticed guests take up residence)
"... Say what now?" Jon is actually stunned, and makes an expression that can only be described as "WTF". He shakes his head. "I'm hearing things, right? Surely I'm hearing things. You're joking. You're lying.." He turns and looks around his small office, mumbling something along the lines of, "where is the damned fire extinguisher..."
What? No! No fire extinguisher, that would be quite rude of you, eye boy.
Besides, if you burn it down you might get into some trouble with the worm mafiaā¦ and if they go after you theyāll definitely find me.
Got into a squabble with one of their guys a few years back and they were real pissed bout that.
And I donāt want that to happen!! Im assuming you donāt want the worm mafia either, do you? So donāt go reaching for the fire extinguisher.
[he said all of this with a bit of a scolding tone, which was hard to take seriously considering it was much shorter then the archivist and had the blank but pathetic eyes of a Victorian orphan]
Anyway. No. I am not joking. Now if we want to dispose of the bar, we have two options. The peaceful option of trying to discuss it with the owner of the bar, or the non-peaceful option of destroying the bar (after we evacuate all the worms, of course.)
Jon wasn't paying attention to half of that, because of course he wasn't [[sorry]]. Instead, he blinks a few times after pulling out a fire extinguisher from under his desk. "Huh..?" Jon takes another minute to process its words. "... Worm mafia.. problems.... right, sure. Well. Let's get to work on getting them out of the bar [and hopefully my house], and then we destroy it. No offence, but I am not conversing with a.. a...." The word 'worm' doesn't make it out. Instead, he just makes an awkward noise and absentmindedly scratches one of the worm scars on his arms.
Right. Well, even if we did choose the peaceful route I was planning on doing the talking, I assumed you donāt share my level of expertise when it comes to worm linguistics.
[again, such smugness didnāt fit how the thing presented. A boy that is actively decaying and is of the habit of eating other peoples moldy foods is not the most sophisticated.]
[but it didnāt leave that much more time for discussion before it lead the archivist to an exact spot in the floorboards. Before whispering]
Right. This is it, you lift the floorboards, and Iāll do the talking with the worms, once they all are out Iāll give you a sign to destroy the place. Okay?
Jon nods along hesitantly, staring at the spot in the floorboards it'd indicated to him. He's not holding the fire extinguisher at the moment, but he's keeping it awfully close.
[it nodded and watched the archivist hesitantly lift the floor board, revealing a shoe-box sized bar with around 6 worms in it, as Alex previously described. It was now roofless, as the floorboard seemed to be itās previous roof, and it had some tables, a counter, and a pool table. There was a worm behind the counter and a worm on the bar chair and a few playing pools, all now seemingly panicked from being discovered ]
[Alex kneeled and proceeded to speak in a calm tone to the worms]
Meemt nneeep hememmeep met neep meepep muup mapp oumap
[the worm screamed something back and his smile dropped]
Uh, eye boy.. they arenāt as friendly as last time we uh.. weāre in a bit of a pickle
Jon immediately grabs the fire extinguisher and points it at the worm bar. "You're going to be nice to Alex and also get out of my damn floor, or else you're fish bait."
[the worms hastily scrambled out, climbing the wall and slithering out through the window that was open just a crack.]
Oh. That worked, thanks eye boy.
[Alex smiled, the look still unsettling though itās clear itās not meant that way]
Right! Itās destroying time now!
Jon simply takes the fire extinguisher and drops it straight onto the worm... shoebox.. gambling bar whatever. Then he picks it up and drops it again. And again. He does this about ten times.
That isā¦ one way to do it. Sure.
[alex waited for the archivist to be done before letting out a little āwoo!ā Cheer]
Alright! No more worm bar!
Jon glances at Alex.. ... and then drops the fire extinguisher another ten times. Only then does he finally give the slightest smile. ".. Yep. No more worm bar," he confirms, a bit of pride seeping through his voice. "... that felt really good to do."
Bet it did.
[Alex stared at the destroyed bar vacantly]
What do we do now, eye boy?
"Uh, well, I was thinking about.. putting the floorboard back, first of all, and uhhh... I could see if I could find something moldy for you to eat?"
Oh! That would be great. God, I am hungry.
[Alex helped the archivist , just a bit, to put the floorboard back in place. It was not perfect but it worked for now]
Eye boy!! Youāre back! Does this possibly mean i can keep eating your mold?
[the thing hesitated]
If you let me I can help dismantle the underground worm gambling business in your flat
[he seems to be fluttering itās eyelashes and making his eyes big and watery to convince the archivist. However the affect does work as well considering the thingās eyelashes are covered with an unidentified powder and itās eyes surrounded by peeling skin]
[[@alex-fish-butrp ]]
"Oh, hey. I mean, yeah, of course, the mold is perfectly fine for you to hav- Did you say underground worm gambling business???" Jon only stares and crosses his arms, looking like he's expecting an explanation for this.. new development.
[Alex stares at Jon, perplexed, before realising]
Oh right! I forgot to tell you earlier. Last time I was at your flat I saw a worm slip beneath a crack in the floorboards, I investigated a bit and..
[it paused, hushing his voice into a whisper and leaning in. As if he can get caught for spreading this information]
ā¦Underneath the floorboards there is a small shoe-box sized bar, filled completely with earthworms. Which is fine by me, the worms should be allowed to drink and play pool as much as they want butā¦ a buddy of mine is in realll trouble with some worms there, and asked my help dismantling itā¦ so if youād wanna do that with me, considering itās your flat (no matter how many unnoticed guests take up residence)
"... Say what now?" Jon is actually stunned, and makes an expression that can only be described as "WTF". He shakes his head. "I'm hearing things, right? Surely I'm hearing things. You're joking. You're lying.." He turns and looks around his small office, mumbling something along the lines of, "where is the damned fire extinguisher..."
What? No! No fire extinguisher, that would be quite rude of you, eye boy.
Besides, if you burn it down you might get into some trouble with the worm mafiaā¦ and if they go after you theyāll definitely find me.
Got into a squabble with one of their guys a few years back and they were real pissed bout that.
And I donāt want that to happen!! Im assuming you donāt want the worm mafia either, do you? So donāt go reaching for the fire extinguisher.
[he said all of this with a bit of a scolding tone, which was hard to take seriously considering it was much shorter then the archivist and had the blank but pathetic eyes of a Victorian orphan]
Anyway. No. I am not joking. Now if we want to dispose of the bar, we have two options. The peaceful option of trying to discuss it with the owner of the bar, or the non-peaceful option of destroying the bar (after we evacuate all the worms, of course.)
Jon wasn't paying attention to half of that, because of course he wasn't [[sorry]]. Instead, he blinks a few times after pulling out a fire extinguisher from under his desk. "Huh..?" Jon takes another minute to process its words. "... Worm mafia.. problems.... right, sure. Well. Let's get to work on getting them out of the bar [and hopefully my house], and then we destroy it. No offence, but I am not conversing with a.. a...." The word 'worm' doesn't make it out. Instead, he just makes an awkward noise and absentmindedly scratches one of the worm scars on his arms.
Right. Well, even if we did choose the peaceful route I was planning on doing the talking, I assumed you donāt share my level of expertise when it comes to worm linguistics.
[again, such smugness didnāt fit how the thing presented. A boy that is actively decaying and is of the habit of eating other peoples moldy foods is not the most sophisticated.]
[but it didnāt leave that much more time for discussion before it lead the archivist to an exact spot in the floorboards. Before whispering]
Right. This is it, you lift the floorboards, and Iāll do the talking with the worms, once they all are out Iāll give you a sign to destroy the place. Okay?
Jon nods along hesitantly, staring at the spot in the floorboards it'd indicated to him. He's not holding the fire extinguisher at the moment, but he's keeping it awfully close.
[it nodded and watched the archivist hesitantly lift the floor board, revealing a shoe-box sized bar with around 6 worms in it, as Alex previously described. It was now roofless, as the floorboard seemed to be itās previous roof, and it had some tables, a counter, and a pool table. There was a worm behind the counter and a worm on the bar chair and a few playing pools, all now seemingly panicked from being discovered ]
[Alex kneeled and proceeded to speak in a calm tone to the worms]
Meemt nneeep hememmeep met neep meepep muup mapp oumap
[the worm screamed something back and his smile dropped]
Uh, eye boy.. they arenāt as friendly as last time we uh.. weāre in a bit of a pickle
Jon immediately grabs the fire extinguisher and points it at the worm bar. "You're going to be nice to Alex and also get out of my damn floor, or else you're fish bait."
[the worms hastily scrambled out, climbing the wall and slithering out through the window that was open just a crack.]
Oh. That worked, thanks eye boy.
[Alex smiled, the look still unsettling though itās clear itās not meant that way]
Right! Itās destroying time now!
Jon simply takes the fire extinguisher and drops it straight onto the worm... shoebox.. gambling bar whatever. Then he picks it up and drops it again. And again. He does this about ten times.
That isā¦ one way to do it. Sure.
[alex waited for the archivist to be done before letting out a little āwoo!ā Cheer]
Alright! No more worm bar!
Jon glances at Alex.. ... and then drops the fire extinguisher another ten times. Only then does he finally give the slightest smile. ".. Yep. No more worm bar," he confirms, a bit of pride seeping through his voice. "... that felt really good to do."
Bet it did.
[Alex stared at the destroyed bar vacantly]
What do we do now, eye boy?
Eye boy!! Youāre back! Does this possibly mean i can keep eating your mold?
[the thing hesitated]
If you let me I can help dismantle the underground worm gambling business in your flat
[he seems to be fluttering itās eyelashes and making his eyes big and watery to convince the archivist. However the affect does work as well considering the thingās eyelashes are covered with an unidentified powder and itās eyes surrounded by peeling skin]
[[@alex-fish-butrp ]]
"Oh, hey. I mean, yeah, of course, the mold is perfectly fine for you to hav- Did you say underground worm gambling business???" Jon only stares and crosses his arms, looking like he's expecting an explanation for this.. new development.
[Alex stares at Jon, perplexed, before realising]
Oh right! I forgot to tell you earlier. Last time I was at your flat I saw a worm slip beneath a crack in the floorboards, I investigated a bit and..
[it paused, hushing his voice into a whisper and leaning in. As if he can get caught for spreading this information]
ā¦Underneath the floorboards there is a small shoe-box sized bar, filled completely with earthworms. Which is fine by me, the worms should be allowed to drink and play pool as much as they want butā¦ a buddy of mine is in realll trouble with some worms there, and asked my help dismantling itā¦ so if youād wanna do that with me, considering itās your flat (no matter how many unnoticed guests take up residence)
"... Say what now?" Jon is actually stunned, and makes an expression that can only be described as "WTF". He shakes his head. "I'm hearing things, right? Surely I'm hearing things. You're joking. You're lying.." He turns and looks around his small office, mumbling something along the lines of, "where is the damned fire extinguisher..."
What? No! No fire extinguisher, that would be quite rude of you, eye boy.
Besides, if you burn it down you might get into some trouble with the worm mafiaā¦ and if they go after you theyāll definitely find me.
Got into a squabble with one of their guys a few years back and they were real pissed bout that.
And I donāt want that to happen!! Im assuming you donāt want the worm mafia either, do you? So donāt go reaching for the fire extinguisher.
[he said all of this with a bit of a scolding tone, which was hard to take seriously considering it was much shorter then the archivist and had the blank but pathetic eyes of a Victorian orphan]
Anyway. No. I am not joking. Now if we want to dispose of the bar, we have two options. The peaceful option of trying to discuss it with the owner of the bar, or the non-peaceful option of destroying the bar (after we evacuate all the worms, of course.)
Jon wasn't paying attention to half of that, because of course he wasn't [[sorry]]. Instead, he blinks a few times after pulling out a fire extinguisher from under his desk. "Huh..?" Jon takes another minute to process its words. "... Worm mafia.. problems.... right, sure. Well. Let's get to work on getting them out of the bar [and hopefully my house], and then we destroy it. No offence, but I am not conversing with a.. a...." The word 'worm' doesn't make it out. Instead, he just makes an awkward noise and absentmindedly scratches one of the worm scars on his arms.
Right. Well, even if we did choose the peaceful route I was planning on doing the talking, I assumed you donāt share my level of expertise when it comes to worm linguistics.
[again, such smugness didnāt fit how the thing presented. A boy that is actively decaying and is of the habit of eating other peoples moldy foods is not the most sophisticated.]
[but it didnāt leave that much more time for discussion before it lead the archivist to an exact spot in the floorboards. Before whispering]
Right. This is it, you lift the floorboards, and Iāll do the talking with the worms, once they all are out Iāll give you a sign to destroy the place. Okay?
Jon nods along hesitantly, staring at the spot in the floorboards it'd indicated to him. He's not holding the fire extinguisher at the moment, but he's keeping it awfully close.
[it nodded and watched the archivist hesitantly lift the floor board, revealing a shoe-box sized bar with around 6 worms in it, as Alex previously described. It was now roofless, as the floorboard seemed to be itās previous roof, and it had some tables, a counter, and a pool table. There was a worm behind the counter and a worm on the bar chair and a few playing pools, all now seemingly panicked from being discovered ]
[Alex kneeled and proceeded to speak in a calm tone to the worms]
Meemt nneeep hememmeep met neep meepep muup mapp oumap
[the worm screamed something back and his smile dropped]
Uh, eye boy.. they arenāt as friendly as last time we uh.. weāre in a bit of a pickle
Jon immediately grabs the fire extinguisher and points it at the worm bar. "You're going to be nice to Alex and also get out of my damn floor, or else you're fish bait."
[the worms hastily scrambled out, climbing the wall and slithering out through the window that was open just a crack.]
Oh. That worked, thanks eye boy.
[Alex smiled, the look still unsettling though itās clear itās not meant that way]
Right! Itās destroying time now!
Jon simply takes the fire extinguisher and drops it straight onto the worm... shoebox.. gambling bar whatever. Then he picks it up and drops it again. And again. He does this about ten times.
That isā¦ one way to do it. Sure.
[alex waited for the archivist to be done before letting out a little āwoo!ā Cheer]
Alright! No more worm bar!
Eye boy!! Youāre back! Does this possibly mean i can keep eating your mold?
[the thing hesitated]
If you let me I can help dismantle the underground worm gambling business in your flat
[he seems to be fluttering itās eyelashes and making his eyes big and watery to convince the archivist. However the affect does work as well considering the thingās eyelashes are covered with an unidentified powder and itās eyes surrounded by peeling skin]
[[@alex-fish-butrp ]]
"Oh, hey. I mean, yeah, of course, the mold is perfectly fine for you to hav- Did you say underground worm gambling business???" Jon only stares and crosses his arms, looking like he's expecting an explanation for this.. new development.
[Alex stares at Jon, perplexed, before realising]
Oh right! I forgot to tell you earlier. Last time I was at your flat I saw a worm slip beneath a crack in the floorboards, I investigated a bit and..
[it paused, hushing his voice into a whisper and leaning in. As if he can get caught for spreading this information]
ā¦Underneath the floorboards there is a small shoe-box sized bar, filled completely with earthworms. Which is fine by me, the worms should be allowed to drink and play pool as much as they want butā¦ a buddy of mine is in realll trouble with some worms there, and asked my help dismantling itā¦ so if youād wanna do that with me, considering itās your flat (no matter how many unnoticed guests take up residence)
"... Say what now?" Jon is actually stunned, and makes an expression that can only be described as "WTF". He shakes his head. "I'm hearing things, right? Surely I'm hearing things. You're joking. You're lying.." He turns and looks around his small office, mumbling something along the lines of, "where is the damned fire extinguisher..."
What? No! No fire extinguisher, that would be quite rude of you, eye boy.
Besides, if you burn it down you might get into some trouble with the worm mafiaā¦ and if they go after you theyāll definitely find me.
Got into a squabble with one of their guys a few years back and they were real pissed bout that.
And I donāt want that to happen!! Im assuming you donāt want the worm mafia either, do you? So donāt go reaching for the fire extinguisher.
[he said all of this with a bit of a scolding tone, which was hard to take seriously considering it was much shorter then the archivist and had the blank but pathetic eyes of a Victorian orphan]
Anyway. No. I am not joking. Now if we want to dispose of the bar, we have two options. The peaceful option of trying to discuss it with the owner of the bar, or the non-peaceful option of destroying the bar (after we evacuate all the worms, of course.)
Jon wasn't paying attention to half of that, because of course he wasn't [[sorry]]. Instead, he blinks a few times after pulling out a fire extinguisher from under his desk. "Huh..?" Jon takes another minute to process its words. "... Worm mafia.. problems.... right, sure. Well. Let's get to work on getting them out of the bar [and hopefully my house], and then we destroy it. No offence, but I am not conversing with a.. a...." The word 'worm' doesn't make it out. Instead, he just makes an awkward noise and absentmindedly scratches one of the worm scars on his arms.
Right. Well, even if we did choose the peaceful route I was planning on doing the talking, I assumed you donāt share my level of expertise when it comes to worm linguistics.
[again, such smugness didnāt fit how the thing presented. A boy that is actively decaying and is of the habit of eating other peoples moldy foods is not the most sophisticated.]
[but it didnāt leave that much more time for discussion before it lead the archivist to an exact spot in the floorboards. Before whispering]
Right. This is it, you lift the floorboards, and Iāll do the talking with the worms, once they all are out Iāll give you a sign to destroy the place. Okay?
Jon nods along hesitantly, staring at the spot in the floorboards it'd indicated to him. He's not holding the fire extinguisher at the moment, but he's keeping it awfully close.
[it nodded and watched the archivist hesitantly lift the floor board, revealing a shoe-box sized bar with around 6 worms in it, as Alex previously described. It was now roofless, as the floorboard seemed to be itās previous roof, and it had some tables, a counter, and a pool table. There was a worm behind the counter and a worm on the bar chair and a few playing pools, all now seemingly panicked from being discovered ]
[Alex kneeled and proceeded to speak in a calm tone to the worms]
Meemt nneeep hememmeep met neep meepep muup mapp oumap
[the worm screamed something back and his smile dropped]
Uh, eye boy.. they arenāt as friendly as last time we uh.. weāre in a bit of a pickle
Jon immediately grabs the fire extinguisher and points it at the worm bar. "You're going to be nice to Alex and also get out of my damn floor, or else you're fish bait."
[the worms hastily scrambled out, climbing the wall and slithering out through the window that was open just a crack.]
Oh. That worked, thanks eye boy.
[Alex smiled, the look still unsettling though itās clear itās not meant that way]
Right! Itās destroying time now!
Eye boy!! Youāre back! Does this possibly mean i can keep eating your mold?
[the thing hesitated]
If you let me I can help dismantle the underground worm gambling business in your flat
[he seems to be fluttering itās eyelashes and making his eyes big and watery to convince the archivist. However the affect does work as well considering the thingās eyelashes are covered with an unidentified powder and itās eyes surrounded by peeling skin]
[[@alex-fish-butrp ]]
"Oh, hey. I mean, yeah, of course, the mold is perfectly fine for you to hav- Did you say underground worm gambling business???" Jon only stares and crosses his arms, looking like he's expecting an explanation for this.. new development.
[Alex stares at Jon, perplexed, before realising]
Oh right! I forgot to tell you earlier. Last time I was at your flat I saw a worm slip beneath a crack in the floorboards, I investigated a bit and..
[it paused, hushing his voice into a whisper and leaning in. As if he can get caught for spreading this information]
ā¦Underneath the floorboards there is a small shoe-box sized bar, filled completely with earthworms. Which is fine by me, the worms should be allowed to drink and play pool as much as they want butā¦ a buddy of mine is in realll trouble with some worms there, and asked my help dismantling itā¦ so if youād wanna do that with me, considering itās your flat (no matter how many unnoticed guests take up residence)
"... Say what now?" Jon is actually stunned, and makes an expression that can only be described as "WTF". He shakes his head. "I'm hearing things, right? Surely I'm hearing things. You're joking. You're lying.." He turns and looks around his small office, mumbling something along the lines of, "where is the damned fire extinguisher..."
What? No! No fire extinguisher, that would be quite rude of you, eye boy.
Besides, if you burn it down you might get into some trouble with the worm mafiaā¦ and if they go after you theyāll definitely find me.
Got into a squabble with one of their guys a few years back and they were real pissed bout that.
And I donāt want that to happen!! Im assuming you donāt want the worm mafia either, do you? So donāt go reaching for the fire extinguisher.
[he said all of this with a bit of a scolding tone, which was hard to take seriously considering it was much shorter then the archivist and had the blank but pathetic eyes of a Victorian orphan]
Anyway. No. I am not joking. Now if we want to dispose of the bar, we have two options. The peaceful option of trying to discuss it with the owner of the bar, or the non-peaceful option of destroying the bar (after we evacuate all the worms, of course.)
Jon wasn't paying attention to half of that, because of course he wasn't [[sorry]]. Instead, he blinks a few times after pulling out a fire extinguisher from under his desk. "Huh..?" Jon takes another minute to process its words. "... Worm mafia.. problems.... right, sure. Well. Let's get to work on getting them out of the bar [and hopefully my house], and then we destroy it. No offence, but I am not conversing with a.. a...." The word 'worm' doesn't make it out. Instead, he just makes an awkward noise and absentmindedly scratches one of the worm scars on his arms.
Right. Well, even if we did choose the peaceful route I was planning on doing the talking, I assumed you donāt share my level of expertise when it comes to worm linguistics.
[again, such smugness didnāt fit how the thing presented. A boy that is actively decaying and is of the habit of eating other peoples moldy foods is not the most sophisticated.]
[but it didnāt leave that much more time for discussion before it lead the archivist to an exact spot in the floorboards. Before whispering]
Right. This is it, you lift the floorboards, and Iāll do the talking with the worms, once they all are out Iāll give you a sign to destroy the place. Okay?
Jon nods along hesitantly, staring at the spot in the floorboards it'd indicated to him. He's not holding the fire extinguisher at the moment, but he's keeping it awfully close.
[it nodded and watched the archivist hesitantly lift the floor board, revealing a shoe-box sized bar with around 6 worms in it, as Alex previously described. It was now roofless, as the floorboard seemed to be itās previous roof, and it had some tables, a counter, and a pool table. There was a worm behind the counter and a worm on the bar chair and a few playing pools, all now seemingly panicked from being discovered ]
[Alex kneeled and proceeded to speak in a calm tone to the worms]
Meemt nneeep hememmeep met neep meepep muup mapp oumap
[the worm screamed something back and his smile dropped]
Uh, eye boy.. they arenāt as friendly as last time we uh.. weāre in a bit of a pickle
Eye boy!! Youāre back! Does this possibly mean i can keep eating your mold?
[the thing hesitated]
If you let me I can help dismantle the underground worm gambling business in your flat
[he seems to be fluttering itās eyelashes and making his eyes big and watery to convince the archivist. However the affect does work as well considering the thingās eyelashes are covered with an unidentified powder and itās eyes surrounded by peeling skin]
[[@alex-fish-butrp ]]
"Oh, hey. I mean, yeah, of course, the mold is perfectly fine for you to hav- Did you say underground worm gambling business???" Jon only stares and crosses his arms, looking like he's expecting an explanation for this.. new development.
[Alex stares at Jon, perplexed, before realising]
Oh right! I forgot to tell you earlier. Last time I was at your flat I saw a worm slip beneath a crack in the floorboards, I investigated a bit and..
[it paused, hushing his voice into a whisper and leaning in. As if he can get caught for spreading this information]
ā¦Underneath the floorboards there is a small shoe-box sized bar, filled completely with earthworms. Which is fine by me, the worms should be allowed to drink and play pool as much as they want butā¦ a buddy of mine is in realll trouble with some worms there, and asked my help dismantling itā¦ so if youād wanna do that with me, considering itās your flat (no matter how many unnoticed guests take up residence)
"... Say what now?" Jon is actually stunned, and makes an expression that can only be described as "WTF". He shakes his head. "I'm hearing things, right? Surely I'm hearing things. You're joking. You're lying.." He turns and looks around his small office, mumbling something along the lines of, "where is the damned fire extinguisher..."
What? No! No fire extinguisher, that would be quite rude of you, eye boy.
Besides, if you burn it down you might get into some trouble with the worm mafiaā¦ and if they go after you theyāll definitely find me.
Got into a squabble with one of their guys a few years back and they were real pissed bout that.
And I donāt want that to happen!! Im assuming you donāt want the worm mafia either, do you? So donāt go reaching for the fire extinguisher.
[he said all of this with a bit of a scolding tone, which was hard to take seriously considering it was much shorter then the archivist and had the blank but pathetic eyes of a Victorian orphan]
Anyway. No. I am not joking. Now if we want to dispose of the bar, we have two options. The peaceful option of trying to discuss it with the owner of the bar, or the non-peaceful option of destroying the bar (after we evacuate all the worms, of course.)
Jon wasn't paying attention to half of that, because of course he wasn't [[sorry]]. Instead, he blinks a few times after pulling out a fire extinguisher from under his desk. "Huh..?" Jon takes another minute to process its words. "... Worm mafia.. problems.... right, sure. Well. Let's get to work on getting them out of the bar [and hopefully my house], and then we destroy it. No offence, but I am not conversing with a.. a...." The word 'worm' doesn't make it out. Instead, he just makes an awkward noise and absentmindedly scratches one of the worm scars on his arms.
Right. Well, even if we did choose the peaceful route I was planning on doing the talking, I assumed you donāt share my level of expertise when it comes to worm linguistics.
[again, such smugness didnāt fit how the thing presented. A boy that is actively decaying and is of the habit of eating other peoples moldy foods is not the most sophisticated.]
[but it didnāt leave that much more time for discussion before it lead the archivist to an exact spot in the floorboards. Before whispering]
Right. This is it, you lift the floorboards, and Iāll do the talking with the worms, once they all are out Iāll give you a sign to destroy the place. Okay?
Eye boy!! Youāre back! Does this possibly mean i can keep eating your mold?
[the thing hesitated]
If you let me I can help dismantle the underground worm gambling business in your flat
[he seems to be fluttering itās eyelashes and making his eyes big and watery to convince the archivist. However the affect does work as well considering the thingās eyelashes are covered with an unidentified powder and itās eyes surrounded by peeling skin]
[[@alex-fish-butrp ]]
"Oh, hey. I mean, yeah, of course, the mold is perfectly fine for you to hav- Did you say underground worm gambling business???" Jon only stares and crosses his arms, looking like he's expecting an explanation for this.. new development.
[Alex stares at Jon, perplexed, before realising]
Oh right! I forgot to tell you earlier. Last time I was at your flat I saw a worm slip beneath a crack in the floorboards, I investigated a bit and..
[it paused, hushing his voice into a whisper and leaning in. As if he can get caught for spreading this information]
ā¦Underneath the floorboards there is a small shoe-box sized bar, filled completely with earthworms. Which is fine by me, the worms should be allowed to drink and play pool as much as they want butā¦ a buddy of mine is in realll trouble with some worms there, and asked my help dismantling itā¦ so if youād wanna do that with me, considering itās your flat (no matter how many unnoticed guests take up residence)
"... Say what now?" Jon is actually stunned, and makes an expression that can only be described as "WTF". He shakes his head. "I'm hearing things, right? Surely I'm hearing things. You're joking. You're lying.." He turns and looks around his small office, mumbling something along the lines of, "where is the damned fire extinguisher..."
What? No! No fire extinguisher, that would be quite rude of you, eye boy.
Besides, if you burn it down you might get into some trouble with the worm mafiaā¦ and if they go after you theyāll definitely find me.
Got into a squabble with one of their guys a few years back and they were real pissed bout that.
And I donāt want that to happen!! Im assuming you donāt want the worm mafia either, do you? So donāt go reaching for the fire extinguisher.
[he said all of this with a bit of a scolding tone, which was hard to take seriously considering it was much shorter then the archivist and had the blank but pathetic eyes of a Victorian orphan]
Anyway. No. I am not joking. Now if we want to dispose of the bar, we have two options. The peaceful option of trying to discuss it with the owner of the bar, or the non-peaceful option of destroying the bar (after we evacuate all the worms, of course.)
Eye boy!! Youāre back! Does this possibly mean i can keep eating your mold?
[the thing hesitated]
If you let me I can help dismantle the underground worm gambling business in your flat
[he seems to be fluttering itās eyelashes and making his eyes big and watery to convince the archivist. However the affect does work as well considering the thingās eyelashes are covered with an unidentified powder and itās eyes surrounded by peeling skin]
[[@alex-fish-butrp ]]
"Oh, hey. I mean, yeah, of course, the mold is perfectly fine for you to hav- Did you say underground worm gambling business???" Jon only stares and crosses his arms, looking like he's expecting an explanation for this.. new development.
[Alex stares at Jon, perplexed, before realising]
Oh right! I forgot to tell you earlier. Last time I was at your flat I saw a worm slip beneath a crack in the floorboards, I investigated a bit and..
[it paused, hushing his voice into a whisper and leaning in. As if he can get caught for spreading this information]
ā¦Underneath the floorboards there is a small shoe-box sized bar, filled completely with earthworms. Which is fine by me, the worms should be allowed to drink and play pool as much as they want butā¦ a buddy of mine is in realll trouble with some worms there, and asked my help dismantling itā¦ so if youād wanna do that with me, considering itās your flat (no matter how many unnoticed guests take up residence)
nothing to do today ,,, shishou doesnt even have any jobs for me. what do you guys do when you're bored?
Make a cake :3 āI cant bake!!ā
Make a bad cake.
a cake? i'll ask ritsu to help me! :) he likes strawberry but i prefer ,,,um, actually, i dont know, but i dont like strawberry and that's the only thing we've ever really fought over
maybe we could agree on lemon? that sounds nice.
I like lemon cake! I recommend a powdered sugar glaze if youāre making a pound lemon cake. Also, I hope you and Ritsu can agree on that. Stand up for it, if you donāt like strawberry cake, donāt make strawberry cake!!
nothing to do today ,,, shishou doesnt even have any jobs for me. what do you guys do when you're bored?
Make a cake :3 āI cant bake!!ā
Make a bad cake.
The bugs have taken over Jonarchives phone <3.
-Xoxo, bugs.
[Alex claps his hands an sheds one āļø tear in pride]
Yeah!!! Good job guys!!! Keep it up!!!
[It takes a very long time for another message to come through. Presumably because it's quite difficult for insects to work a cellphone]
Thank yew, thank yew! <3 What shall we take over next? The Archivist's refrigerator? The Archivist's room? The Archivist's house?
... The Archivist himself? :)
Hmmm, well not the archivist, heās quite nice. And I already got one of his rooms, itās small and by the stairway but he said I could stay there :D so I guess the kitchen? Lots of mold there already Iāve heard.
The bugs have taken over Jonarchives phone <3.
-Xoxo, bugs.
[Alex claps his hands an sheds one āļø tear in pride]
Yeah!!! Good job guys!!! Keep it up!!!
My mouth tastes like acid and it strangely doesn't bother me anymore. It might be the Corruption or something. The moldy containers on my shelf are getting worse. Except for one, oddly enough. The oldest one has no sign of any organism growth yet, and it's been almost two weeks. It's also my favourite container. Small mercies, I suppose.
Oh! Yeah you said you liked that one, talked with the mold here to not touch it
[Alex says, holding one of his containers and eating the mold from it as if it were crisps]
