the only place to go is down

If I'm missing, I'm probably in the basement. If I'm not in the basement, RIP me.  (Trevor Colins, Dependent RP for rt-ah-heroes)

[axialskinner]

The next person to put garlic in my backpack is going to get a roundhouse kick in the face from…. Jeremy.

[like-a-visible-ghost-blog]

Isn't that like putting peanuts in an allergic kid's bag?

[like-a-visible-ghost-blog]

Editing 6 gameplay and 6 facecams is amazingly difficult. 

And a painstakingly long process. Like a podcast you have to watch 3 times.

[thetrudragonface-blog]

Man, I wouldn’t know how that felt. Go! was hard enough as it was.

[like-a-visible-ghost-blog]

3-4 cameras and 5 gameplay videos. No facecams so less to sync. But it had to be easier since somebody lost their footage at least every Go!

[like-a-visible-ghost-blog]

Editing 6 gameplay and 6 facecams is amazingly difficult. 

And a painstakingly long process. Like a podcast you have to watch 3 times.

[peakingpeake]

[like-a-visible-ghost-blog]

*sweats* I'll take my videos to edit, thank you very much.

[axialskinner]

“Why does editing during the night always relax me more than editing during the day?”

[like-a-visible-ghost-blog]

Because you don't have to watch your back?

[like-a-visible-ghost-blog]

Editing 6 gameplay and 6 facecams is amazingly difficult. 

And a painstakingly long process. Like a podcast you have to watch 3 times.

[trecomalfoy]

Trevor being Trevor in On The Spot #46

[mummer]

TREVOR: ALRIGHT, TUMBLR, HAVE FUN WITH THAT ONE.

[techhaus-blog1]

I mean….it’s free booze. They gotta keep that shit full.

[like-a-visible-ghost-blog]

There’s some beer left, kinda surprised the whiskey went first. Must be strong stuff. I double-checked the temp when I went through there, everything’s good. 

[techhaus-blog1]

Someone needs to put a new keg on the Off Topic set…just saying.

Lawrence sips some whiskey

[like-a-visible-ghost-blog]

Yeah, when I passed through there I noticed it was getting kinda low.

[justraz-blog]

There are just so many weapons at this desk it is alarming how many weapons there are at this desk WHY ARE THERE SO MANY WEAPONS JUST CASUALLY STREWN AROUND THIS DESK.

[like-a-visible-ghost-blog]

What are the chances one of them has the safety off?

[justraz-blog]

… I don’t see any guns.

[like-a-visible-ghost-blog]

...Not Geoff's then. What are the chances Gavin trips onto one of them?

[justraz-blog]

There are just so many weapons at this desk it is alarming how many weapons there are at this desk WHY ARE THERE SO MANY WEAPONS JUST CASUALLY STREWN AROUND THIS DESK.

[like-a-visible-ghost-blog]

What are the chances one of them has the safety off?

[thetinadrake]

Yeah, I’ve heard about some of the madness. Glad it’s over.

[like-a-visible-ghost-blog]

Murphy's Quantum Law: what can go wrong, will go wrong. Times that by the number of superheroes in such close proximity... 

Fun times. 

[thetinadrake]

Probably. 

How’ve you been, man?

[like-a-visible-ghost-blog]

Running backup editor duty mostly. Watched a bunch of shit go down. Nothing new from the life of a office of superheroes. 

[thetinadrake]

I haven’t run a full diagnostic yet, but… I swear, it’s like someone let a heard of monkeys in here.

[like-a-visible-ghost-blog]

Can’t help, I’m afraid. Though, narrowing down suspects is probably easier than you think.

[thetinadrake]

Whoever thought they could rewire my office while I was away was wrong.

If anyone knows of the culprit, I promise I won’t get mad.

[like-a-visible-ghost-blog]

I'm afraid to ask what damage they caused.

[mogarsmash]

Still A Home||Trevor & Michael

[mogarsmash]

“Cheers,” Michael agrees before gently tapping their bottles together. He sighs before taking a big gulp from his beer, letting the alcohol slide down his throat. The pizza slice is attacked again and Michael picks up the entire box, leaving the kitchen and beckoning Trevor to follow him to his living room.

The box is set gently on his coffee table and Michael turns on his Xbox. Without a word he passes a guest controller to Trevor and pulls out his gifted Elite controller. Michael sets his controller down and returns to the kitchen, grabbing a roll of paper towels.

“Alright, if I’m going back I can’t suck at all the games we’re doing.” he informs as he tosses the roll onto the couch. “So, to try to up my game back to where i was… How about we play some Call of Duty and I kick your ass?”

Michael’s cocky smile is back on his face, albeit it feels a tad out of place. He doesn’t feel as confident as his face portrays him. Whatever, somewhere in the back of his head a little voice whispers “fake it til you make it!”

[like-a-visible-ghost-blog]

Trevor’s slowing down on the pizza, but Michael has other plans as he takes the pizza box into the living room. He grabs his beer in the pizza free hand and follows, knowing there’s a very good reason to move to the living room.

Paper towel roll, not a bad idea. He wipes his hands off before taking the offered controller. “Kicking my ass involves winning, my dear friend, and I’m going to make sure it’s a challenge.” Michael is smiling, at least. It’s something. 

[mogarsmash]

Still A Home||Trevor & Michael

[mogarsmash]

“Thank God I’m coming back tomorrow huh?” Michael replies before realizing he’s let the secret slip. He turns to look at Trevor with an amused smile as he pops open his beer.

“You can’t tell Gavin or Ray, I wanna surprise them tomorrow… And don’t worry, I’ve got some energy for a few rage quits,” he promises before rolling his shoulders. “I remember when I had to do a bulk bit of editing… How’s that life for ya? I haven’t even tried editing in a while. Too many things need me in them…” Michael mumbles the last bit into the lip of his bottle before taking a swig and going back to his slice. It’s completely gone in seconds and Michael reaches for another one. 

This feels normal, and right. This is what Michael should be doing at 2 am: eating a greasy pizza with one of his teammates and chatting about things that are now and things that have passed. It sure as hell beat all of that self loathing he’d been doing a week ago. 

[like-a-visible-ghost-blog]

Between the two of them, there won’t be any leftovers, but it’s worth it, he’s not going to kid himself about that. “Editing was the reason I got hired, well was a bonus, besides the radioactive gained superpowers I suppose, nothing new. Except now I can afford to get pizza at 2AM, so that’s good.” But then again, he wouldn’t be out looking for pizza if he wasn’t working...Never mind that train of thought. 

His eyebrows perk up at the mention of returning to the office. Success. “Considering I’m going to go home and crash until I wake up in the afternoon, you’ll probably see them first. Calls for celebration. Cheers?” He says, raising his bottle.