☆ Marlon Random! ☆

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Following up on an announcement made by @thegoobiedoober on Pinky Buflooms' blog (@therosequeenofbunkum) regarding the LBP askblog roleplays, I've decided to put Marlon (@marlons-musings), Tiramisu (@tiramisuwastaken), Techexe (@techexe), Serial Designation O / Murder Drone Vera (@disassembly-drone-o) and Newton (@newtons-notes) on hiatus indefinitely as well.

Techkit (@itspronouncedtekkit) and Pomeg (@pompompomeg) will stay open for asks, however, as I'll admit, I'm too attached to them both, and Pomeg isn't involved with the LBP fandom. However, Techkit, as she is, is now peacefully living her life alone in the Manglewood Tech Labs without Gustavo or Irene around. I've decided to revert her on her blog to back before she properly met Vera or Irene for personal reasons, that I'm sure some of my mutuals understand.

I had a wonderful time roleplaying with you all. Thanks for the memories <3

~ moth

[lbpreviews]

i have a bit of a platform in this community, so I'm going to say this:

leave princessherogirl alone.

they are very clearly a minor who isn't doing very smart things online.

use your block button, it's free.

[hearts4fatclown-deactivated2024]

THANK. YOU. FOR. THIS.

[marlons-musings]

Mma rlLon.

I:lL... let You In onA a little. Secret.

PinKy is Not the Pinky SHe Claims to Be.... but She still might be Someone Youve known.

What? Which Pinky, the blue one or ours? And what do you mean by "someone I've known"?

[irenes-diner-official]

Techkit, having been preoccupied on the couch with a large file transfer for a few minutes, blinked a few times after she'd finally gotten through it.

"Eugh... I feel sicky..." She muttered, looking down at her paws. She looked off into space for a few moments, before looking at Irene, who she was sitting next to. "Ireneee, I don't feel good..."

Her dial eyes tilted in concern as she grabbed Techkit's paw and gently massaged her metacarpal pad with her thumb.

"Aren'tcha a bot? Are ya like... uh... low on juice er sumthin'?" Despite her humourously thick accent, she was genuinely worried. Robots can't get sick, what does she mean by she feels sick?

Though, something clicked in that big ol' burger head of hers. She wasn't a technical person whatsoever, but if Techkit was downloading a large file, what was it for?

"What kinda file didja even get?"

[itspronouncedtekkit]

Techkit slumped her head slightly, holding out her paw for Irene. "Some file transfer thingy... "cutecatmemes.exe", I think... I dunno, I tried opening it but it just... Didn't do anything." If she were a sackperson, she'd most definitely be heaving already with how dizzy she so suddenly felt.

"I've never felt like this... Not even before I need a recharge!" Her body barely had enough energy to idly tap her tailtip against the couch as she usually did, let alone keep her head upright.

[irenes-diner-official]

She anxiously glanced at Felicia, Marlon, and Newton before facing Techkit again. If she weren't a burger, she'd be sweating like crazy. Honestly, she felt like she was going to puke up her organs from how anxious she was. Similar to how a mother feels when their child isn't doing well...

"S-Should I call G-Gustavo?" She stammered. She didn't know who else could help, but she knew Gus worked on a lot of cars and other hunks of metal, so perhaps he's also worked on computers? Irene was genuinely lost, but she didn't want to give up.

[itspronouncedtekkit]

"Maybe... I dunno, stuff like this usually fixes itself..." She trailed off, her voice synthesizer losing its volume. She suddenly leaned too far right and collapsed on Irene's shoulder, half-slumped in the woman's lap. Her monitor fizzled and shut off, making an audible crackle as it did so.

After what seemed like an eternity, but had only been a few moments, Techkit stretched her front paws, her screen flicking on. She looked around, as if dazed.

"Oh, I'm in." Xe spoke, his voice noticably deeper than Techkit's.

[irenes-diner-official]

"...Techkit?" Irene's body tensed up as her breath hitched, "W- What's goin' on? What do you mean you're in?" She had a feeling this wasn't actually Techkit. It couldn't have been. That was not her voice...

[itspronouncedtekkit]

"Oh, Techkit's not here anymore." He got up from Irene in an instant, all the energy Techkit had so suddenly lost back again. Xe brandished his claws (or moreover, the claws that Techkit never dared to use), looking between everyone gathered in the living room. "So convenient..." Xe muttered to xemself, his gaze lingering on Felicia. "How about you first, Felicia?"

[bunkum-news]

Felicia glared at Techkit— or, not quite Techkit...

"Me first for what?" Though based on Techkit's visible claws, she had a feeling she was going to get attacked. She didn't hesitate to grab a metal tray Vera used for...something, preparing to use it as a shield in case.

[itspronouncedtekkit]

"Oh, you know, just something Techkit and I have been wanting to do for a while." His speaker purred, as xe steadily approached the reporter. Xes claws met the tray with a resounding metallic clash, as he tried to tear it from Felicia's hands to disarm her.

[bunkum-news]

She grunted as her grip on the tray's sides tightened, using the pathetic metal thing to block every clash and slash from Techkit's claws. Eventually, the tray began to wear, so she threw it at the robot's head and instinctively dashed outside. The inside of Vera's studio was much too cramped, she had more room to run outside.

Perhaps the cold would shut down Techkit's systems again (but she's also putting herself at risk of getting too cold. Likely not frostbite, but hypothermia and/or sickness.)

[itspronouncedtekkit]

Xe growled, his focuses entirely on Felicia. He followed her outside into the harsh cold, pushing past Newton, Marlon, and Irene. He could already feel the ice melting and seeping into his paws and circuits, but xe paid it no mind. He was entirely focused on Felicia in front of him. Although, he was already slowing down- he'd forgot just how dated Techkit was. Instead of staying and risking a shutdown (which would boot him out), he rushed past Felicia into the Grand Hall, where it was warmer.

[bunkum-news]

She avoided the Grand Hall, instead opting to quickly huddle near the furnace. She huffed and rubbed her shoulders, trying her best to think of her next move, but she was a broadcast journalist, not some miraculous escape artist.

"Shit..." She mumbled curses to herself as she glanced around, "What in Bunkum's Hell am I supposed to do?"

Felicia was in a very vulnerable state at this moment.

[itspronouncedtekkit]

Xe watched through one of the detailed glass windows of the Grand Hall, watching Felicia panic and look around. He considered sneaking up on her, as she was just... Sitting there. He checked his internal temps, watching them drop steadily.

Xe hopped onto a layer launcher after a few moments of careful thought, sending xem to the second floor. Carefully perched on a windowsill, he padded across the railing connected to it (with help of his built-in catlike reflexes, which enabled him to tread lightly across) and got as close to above Felicia as possible. Flexing his claws, he watched his target closely... Making sure Felicia hadn't noticed xem one last time, xe leaped down and latched onto her back.

[bunkum-news]

The sudden pain of sharp claws digging into one's back is anything but pleasant, and it certainly caused Felicia to yelp in both pain and fear. She stumbled around with the newfound weight on her back, slamming into a few nearby structures before attempting to smash Techkit into... well, whatever was around her.

"GET OFF ME! WHAT IS YOUR DEAL?!" She hissed.

[itspronouncedtekkit]

Xe gave a few hisses of pain as Felicia slammed him into intricate granite pillars and stone walls, but he tried to keep his grip firm. Her flailing around only caused him to dig his claws in deeper, like a constricting snake.

"Techkit wants you dead just as much as I do, I'm doing her a favor. Besides why not have some-" he was cut off as Felicia rammed xem into a wall, but he tried to hold on- "fun with it!-"

A few more knocks to the monitor and he'd probably let go, due to xem not wanting to be booted out just yet.

[bunkum-news]

She couldn't comment on what Techkit said besides a few grunts of pain, continuing to ram the robot into whatever she could. Though she was starting to feel dizzy.

She began to stumble more frequently, the pain of being literally clawed into was disorienting. However, this also messed with her sense of strength, leading to future bashes of Techkit's robotic vessel to be filled with more force, harder slams against the pillars and walls all around...

...Until she finally collapsed, trembling as she held her neck and occasionally covered her mouth. She was not feeling well.

[itspronouncedtekkit]

He fell backwards with Felicia, his claws finally dislodging themselves from her shoulders. He had a few dents on his exterior now, and some things might be broken, surely, but xe tried to stay online despite them. Xe had to.

He shakily crawled over to where Felicia lay in the snow, trying to pry her hands from her neck. Xes paws were weak from holding on for so long, so he didn't accomplish much. With the cold able to properly affect him again, it didn't take long for xem to finally fall over limply, his temperatures too low to run.

[bunkum-news]

And the temperature had an awful effect on her as well; not only was it freezing and she was terribly cold, but her blood couldn't properly clot, so she continued bleeding out.

With the last bit of her strength, she forced herself up and did her best stumbling back to Vera's little studio, only to barely make it halfway. She puked a bit before collapsing one last time.

She didn't move any further than that...

[itspronouncedtekkit]

Techexe xemself wasn't doing so well either- his systems would constantly bootloop, unable to initiate security scans for some time. After several failed restarts, xes security scans finally started, promptly deleting any files relating to Techexe and switching hosts.

To say Techkit was confused was an understatement- feeling absolutely drained and exhausted in the snow, and seeing Felicia bleeding out a few feet ahead of her attributed to that. She willed her body to move- she was built to protect and help others, she had to get to Felicia. Her snow-covered joints creaked in disagreement as she fumbled and collapsed onto her paws and knees several times.

"Fel-elicia-" Her synthesizer glitched, calling out to the reporter. She dug her claws into the snow to keep herself grounded, but was surprised when the white substance was stained red. Please tell me I didn't do that to her. This isn't because of me, is it? "Felicia!" Techkit shouted, trying to keep her bloodstained paws out of her optics' view.

[bunkum-news]

Felicia didn't respond, she was barely breathing and her pulse was faint. At the very least, this meant she wasn't completely dead, but she was either very close to it or she wasn't responding by choice to save her energy.

Either way, she was cold and still bleeding out.

[itspronouncedtekkit]

Techkit only got exceedingly more worried for the reporter, barely able to crawl through the snow to get to her. As soon as Felicia was within paws reach, she gently pulled her by the leg towards her, trying not to further irritate the wounds she'd sustained on her back.

Initiating several unnecessary background tasks to attempt to use more power and make her processors hotter, Techkit laid herself on top of Felicia to try and warm her up before she was knocked offline once more. She could hold on for a few more minutes, with the reckless way she was using her power. Sending a quick S.O.S message to Irene, Techkit shut off her optics, microphone and speakers.

[irenes-diner-official]

Although very confused, she made her way outside, very quickly finding Techkit and a bleeding Felicia. Her dials tilted in worry as she instinctively rushed over to them.

"Fffuck, fuck uh..." She mumbled curses to herself as she stared between the two in horror. But, she couldn't just stand there and do NOTHING.

She slumped Techkit over her left shoulder, ignoring the pain of the infrared emitting from her, then she picked up Felicia and let her limp over her right shoulder. It was a bit of weight, but she still walked back to Vera's studio with the two of them.

...Once they were inside, she frantically tended to the two, trying to cool down Techkit and warm up Felicia whilst yelling at Marlon and Newton like a fast food manager. She just wanted the boys to help while they were here. After all, she was in a panic herself, but she was managing through it. It's not the first time she's had to bottle it up.

[marlons-musings]

Marlon went and retrieved blankets from Vera's bedroom for Felicia, while Newton made makeshift ice packs to put on Techkit (albeit with the ice bags wrapped in towels, so Techkit wouldn't get more water in her circuitry than she already had). Both of the boys were freaking out just about as much as Irene was, really.

"I hope they'll be alright," Marlon muttered, helping Irene bandage and disinfect Felicia's wounds while Newton tended to Techkit.

"What even happened out there? Techkit and Felicia ran out so fast I didn't even have time to think about what happened!" Newton spoke up, glancing at Techkit's monitor. "Techkit just... Got up and started attacking Felicia... It's not like her."

[irenes-diner-official]

Irene sighed and looked at Newton, "No idea, but I'm thinkin' it's sumthin' she downloaded. But I-I ain't a techy person. If Vera were here though..."

She had to stop herself from finishing her sentence, taking in a deep breath as she went back to focusing on Felicia's wounds, although her hands were rough and frantic in movement.

"...I dunno what-tuh do. We just gotta... keep a good eye out on 'er."

[newtons-notes]

"It does seem likely... After all, her antivirus is... Not great, most likely..." Newton mused, thinking about it. "You and Marlon probably know more about her than I do, though." He watched Techkit's screen flicker dimly, her systems performing security checks again as her temperatures returned to normal functioning levels.

He then looked over to Felicia's shoulder wounds, remarking on how bad they actually looked. "Techkit really did a number on Felicia, didn't she?..." He muttered, seeing the extent of the punctures. It looked like there'd been a struggle between the bot and the reporter, for whatever reason. Newton hadn't known Techkit harbored any malice towards Felicia- or anybody, for that matter.

[irenes-diner-official]

"Yeah, I-I guess so... But I ain't blamin' Techkit fer it. That wasn't 'er at all. And even if it was, I wouldn't blame 'er, Felicia can be kinda annoyin'..."

"I heard that..." The half-awake Felicia mumbled, which caused Irene to flinch slightly. She awkwardly looked between Felicia, Newton, Marlon, and then Techkit.

"...A bit off topic, but, now that I think 'bout it, weren't Jeff 'n Hildurr here too? Haven't seen them in a bit."

[marlons-musings]

"I think Hildur went looking in Vera's storage room." Marlon spoke up, pointing a thumb towards the stairway leading to the basement. "As for El Jeff, he's probably out stretching his wings or something. I didn't see him leave, so he could just be with Hildur."

[irenes-diner-official]

Techkit, having been preoccupied on the couch with a large file transfer for a few minutes, blinked a few times after she'd finally gotten through it.

"Eugh... I feel sicky..." She muttered, looking down at her paws. She looked off into space for a few moments, before looking at Irene, who she was sitting next to. "Ireneee, I don't feel good..."

Her dial eyes tilted in concern as she grabbed Techkit's paw and gently massaged her metacarpal pad with her thumb.

"Aren'tcha a bot? Are ya like... uh... low on juice er sumthin'?" Despite her humourously thick accent, she was genuinely worried. Robots can't get sick, what does she mean by she feels sick?

Though, something clicked in that big ol' burger head of hers. She wasn't a technical person whatsoever, but if Techkit was downloading a large file, what was it for?

"What kinda file didja even get?"

[itspronouncedtekkit]

Techkit slumped her head slightly, holding out her paw for Irene. "Some file transfer thingy... "cutecatmemes.exe", I think... I dunno, I tried opening it but it just... Didn't do anything." If she were a sackperson, she'd most definitely be heaving already with how dizzy she so suddenly felt.

"I've never felt like this... Not even before I need a recharge!" Her body barely had enough energy to idly tap her tailtip against the couch as she usually did, let alone keep her head upright.

[irenes-diner-official]

She anxiously glanced at Felicia, Marlon, and Newton before facing Techkit again. If she weren't a burger, she'd be sweating like crazy. Honestly, she felt like she was going to puke up her organs from how anxious she was. Similar to how a mother feels when their child isn't doing well...

"S-Should I call G-Gustavo?" She stammered. She didn't know who else could help, but she knew Gus worked on a lot of cars and other hunks of metal, so perhaps he's also worked on computers? Irene was genuinely lost, but she didn't want to give up.

[itspronouncedtekkit]

"Maybe... I dunno, stuff like this usually fixes itself..." She trailed off, her voice synthesizer losing its volume. She suddenly leaned too far right and collapsed on Irene's shoulder, half-slumped in the woman's lap. Her monitor fizzled and shut off, making an audible crackle as it did so.

After what seemed like an eternity, but had only been a few moments, Techkit stretched her front paws, her screen flicking on. She looked around, as if dazed.

"Oh, I'm in." Xe spoke, his voice noticably deeper than Techkit's.

[irenes-diner-official]

"...Techkit?" Irene's body tensed up as her breath hitched, "W- What's goin' on? What do you mean you're in?" She had a feeling this wasn't actually Techkit. It couldn't have been. That was not her voice...

[itspronouncedtekkit]

"Oh, Techkit's not here anymore." He got up from Irene in an instant, all the energy Techkit had so suddenly lost back again. Xe brandished his claws (or moreover, the claws that Techkit never dared to use), looking between everyone gathered in the living room. "So convenient..." Xe muttered to xemself, his gaze lingering on Felicia. "How about you first, Felicia?"

[bunkum-news]

Felicia glared at Techkit— or, not quite Techkit...

"Me first for what?" Though based on Techkit's visible claws, she had a feeling she was going to get attacked. She didn't hesitate to grab a metal tray Vera used for...something, preparing to use it as a shield in case.

[itspronouncedtekkit]

"Oh, you know, just something Techkit and I have been wanting to do for a while." His speaker purred, as xe steadily approached the reporter. Xes claws met the tray with a resounding metallic clash, as he tried to tear it from Felicia's hands to disarm her.

[bunkum-news]

She grunted as her grip on the tray's sides tightened, using the pathetic metal thing to block every clash and slash from Techkit's claws. Eventually, the tray began to wear, so she threw it at the robot's head and instinctively dashed outside. The inside of Vera's studio was much too cramped, she had more room to run outside.

Perhaps the cold would shut down Techkit's systems again (but she's also putting herself at risk of getting too cold. Likely not frostbite, but hypothermia and/or sickness.)

[itspronouncedtekkit]

Xe growled, his focuses entirely on Felicia. He followed her outside into the harsh cold, pushing past Newton, Marlon, and Irene. He could already feel the ice melting and seeping into his paws and circuits, but xe paid it no mind. He was entirely focused on Felicia in front of him. Although, he was already slowing down- he'd forgot just how dated Techkit was. Instead of staying and risking a shutdown (which would boot him out), he rushed past Felicia into the Grand Hall, where it was warmer.

[bunkum-news]

She avoided the Grand Hall, instead opting to quickly huddle near the furnace. She huffed and rubbed her shoulders, trying her best to think of her next move, but she was a broadcast journalist, not some miraculous escape artist.

"Shit..." She mumbled curses to herself as she glanced around, "What in Bunkum's Hell am I supposed to do?"

Felicia was in a very vulnerable state at this moment.

[itspronouncedtekkit]

Xe watched through one of the detailed glass windows of the Grand Hall, watching Felicia panic and look around. He considered sneaking up on her, as she was just... Sitting there. He checked his internal temps, watching them drop steadily.

Xe hopped onto a layer launcher after a few moments of careful thought, sending xem to the second floor. Carefully perched on a windowsill, he padded across the railing connected to it (with help of his built-in catlike reflexes, which enabled him to tread lightly across) and got as close to above Felicia as possible. Flexing his claws, he watched his target closely... Making sure Felicia hadn't noticed xem one last time, xe leaped down and latched onto her back.

[bunkum-news]

The sudden pain of sharp claws digging into one's back is anything but pleasant, and it certainly caused Felicia to yelp in both pain and fear. She stumbled around with the newfound weight on her back, slamming into a few nearby structures before attempting to smash Techkit into... well, whatever was around her.

"GET OFF ME! WHAT IS YOUR DEAL?!" She hissed.

[itspronouncedtekkit]

Xe gave a few hisses of pain as Felicia slammed him into intricate granite pillars and stone walls, but he tried to keep his grip firm. Her flailing around only caused him to dig his claws in deeper, like a constricting snake.

"Techkit wants you dead just as much as I do, I'm doing her a favor. Besides why not have some-" he was cut off as Felicia rammed xem into a wall, but he tried to hold on- "fun with it!-"

A few more knocks to the monitor and he'd probably let go, due to xem not wanting to be booted out just yet.

[bunkum-news]

She couldn't comment on what Techkit said besides a few grunts of pain, continuing to ram the robot into whatever she could. Though she was starting to feel dizzy.

She began to stumble more frequently, the pain of being literally clawed into was disorienting. However, this also messed with her sense of strength, leading to future bashes of Techkit's robotic vessel to be filled with more force, harder slams against the pillars and walls all around...

...Until she finally collapsed, trembling as she held her neck and occasionally covered her mouth. She was not feeling well.

[itspronouncedtekkit]

He fell backwards with Felicia, his claws finally dislodging themselves from her shoulders. He had a few dents on his exterior now, and some things might be broken, surely, but xe tried to stay online despite them. Xe had to.

He shakily crawled over to where Felicia lay in the snow, trying to pry her hands from her neck. Xes paws were weak from holding on for so long, so he didn't accomplish much. With the cold able to properly affect him again, it didn't take long for xem to finally fall over limply, his temperatures too low to run.

[bunkum-news]

And the temperature had an awful effect on her as well; not only was it freezing and she was terribly cold, but her blood couldn't properly clot, so she continued bleeding out.

With the last bit of her strength, she forced herself up and did her best stumbling back to Vera's little studio, only to barely make it halfway. She puked a bit before collapsing one last time.

She didn't move any further than that...

[itspronouncedtekkit]

Techexe xemself wasn't doing so well either- his systems would constantly bootloop, unable to initiate security scans for some time. After several failed restarts, xes security scans finally started, promptly deleting any files relating to Techexe and switching hosts.

To say Techkit was confused was an understatement- feeling absolutely drained and exhausted in the snow, and seeing Felicia bleeding out a few feet ahead of her attributed to that. She willed her body to move- she was built to protect and help others, she had to get to Felicia. Her snow-covered joints creaked in disagreement as she fumbled and collapsed onto her paws and knees several times.

"Fel-elicia-" Her synthesizer glitched, calling out to the reporter. She dug her claws into the snow to keep herself grounded, but was surprised when the white substance was stained red. Please tell me I didn't do that to her. This isn't because of me, is it? "Felicia!" Techkit shouted, trying to keep her bloodstained paws out of her optics' view.

[bunkum-news]

Felicia didn't respond, she was barely breathing and her pulse was faint. At the very least, this meant she wasn't completely dead, but she was either very close to it or she wasn't responding by choice to save her energy.

Either way, she was cold and still bleeding out.

[itspronouncedtekkit]

Techkit only got exceedingly more worried for the reporter, barely able to crawl through the snow to get to her. As soon as Felicia was within paws reach, she gently pulled her by the leg towards her, trying not to further irritate the wounds she'd sustained on her back.

Initiating several unnecessary background tasks to attempt to use more power and make her processors hotter, Techkit laid herself on top of Felicia to try and warm her up before she was knocked offline once more. She could hold on for a few more minutes, with the reckless way she was using her power. Sending a quick S.O.S message to Irene, Techkit shut off her optics, microphone and speakers.

[irenes-diner-official]

Although very confused, she made her way outside, very quickly finding Techkit and a bleeding Felicia. Her dials tilted in worry as she instinctively rushed over to them.

"Fffuck, fuck uh..." She mumbled curses to herself as she stared between the two in horror. But, she couldn't just stand there and do NOTHING.

She slumped Techkit over her left shoulder, ignoring the pain of the infrared emitting from her, then she picked up Felicia and let her limp over her right shoulder. It was a bit of weight, but she still walked back to Vera's studio with the two of them.

...Once they were inside, she frantically tended to the two, trying to cool down Techkit and warm up Felicia whilst yelling at Marlon and Newton like a fast food manager. She just wanted the boys to help while they were here. After all, she was in a panic herself, but she was managing through it. It's not the first time she's had to bottle it up.

[marlons-musings]

Marlon went and retrieved blankets from Vera's bedroom for Felicia, while Newton made makeshift ice packs to put on Techkit (albeit with the ice bags wrapped in towels, so Techkit wouldn't get more water in her circuitry than she already had). Both of the boys were freaking out just about as much as Irene was, really.

"I hope they'll be alright," Marlon muttered, helping Irene bandage and disinfect Felicia's wounds while Newton tended to Techkit.

"What even happened out there? Techkit and Felicia ran out so fast I didn't even have time to think about what happened!" Newton spoke up, glancing at Techkit's monitor. "Techkit just... Got up and started attacking Felicia... It's not like her."

[bunkum-news]

Daily News: Leaked Photos of Marlon Random Naked. Legitimate or A.I. Generated?

[irenes-diner-official]

THEY'RE REAL, THEY'RE REAL

IVE SEEN THESE BEFORE. HE SENT THEM TO ME!

[marlons-musings]

THEY'RE NOT

[marlons-musings]

DO NOT LET IRENE OUT OF UR SIGHT UNTIL I GET OVER THERE

I can go check on her for you, but why are you coming? Irene's been okay, I'd think.

[marlons-musings]

Your chewy :3

Please don't bite me, I'm not exactly edible or chewy!

[marlons-musings]

Have a cow

🐄

Why thank you! You know, I played in a movie about aliens abducting cows, once. Those were the days...

[bunkum-news]

Daily News: Massive Leak For Movie "Manglewood's New Groove," Featuring Marlon Random.

Massive leak contains list of actors and production clips.

[marlons-musings]

Take this down right now.

[marlons-musings]

Felicia said she wants your oiled up body.

// WHAT the fuck

i am not answering this in character dawg

[bunkum-news]

News Flash: Marlon Random, Manglewood's Famous Actor Assaulted by Anon; Accused of "Rizzing Up" Felicia

Which is a bit odd, considering that's me.

[marlons-musings]

Yeah, sorry to disappoint anyone, but I already have my eyes for someone else.

[bunkum-news]

Update: After getting in contact with Marlon Random, he mysteriously states he "already" has his "eyes for someone else?"

If not Felicia, who could it be?

[marlons-musings]

Ah, well-..

Sorry Felicia, gotta go! I don't have enough time for an interview!

[bunkum-news]

Come back here.

[marlons-musings]

Uh- Irene needs me for something right now, I think! No time to talk!

[bunkum-news]

News Flash: Marlon Random, Manglewood's Famous Actor Assaulted by Anon; Accused of "Rizzing Up" Felicia

Which is a bit odd, considering that's me.

[marlons-musings]

Yeah, sorry to disappoint anyone, but I already have my eyes for someone else.

[bunkum-news]

Update: After getting in contact with Marlon Random, he mysteriously states he "already" has his "eyes for someone else?"

If not Felicia, who could it be?

[marlons-musings]

Ah, well-..

Sorry Felicia, gotta go! I don't have enough time for an interview!

[bunkum-news]

News Flash: Marlon Random, Manglewood's Famous Actor Assaulted by Anon; Accused of "Rizzing Up" Felicia

Which is a bit odd, considering that's me.

[marlons-musings]

Yeah, sorry to disappoint anyone, but I already have my eyes for someone else.

[marlons-musings]

Buttered up Felicia?

// get the fuck out of my inbox rn

[marlons-musings]

Have you been rizzing up Felicia?

// ooc:

anon I have been staring at this ask since I received it and I still have literally no clue how to respond to this. thank you

[irenes-diner-official]

Hhhahhh i feel like ive been pulled into the arms of an angel... theres a lotta feathers 'round us, too...

@newtons-notes @marlons-musings vera's phone died but she wants me tuh tell y'all were comin' tuh stitchem real soon! ...and she also doesnt want yall commenting on her missing eye.

[marlons-musings]

Hey, I'm sure the missing eye makes her look badass! But I won't mention it...