Good Afternoon, Desert Bluffs!

Earl nodded. “Lots of people come out of the desert. …Lots of people don’t. Sometimes I find them there, wandering. …Or decomposing. You must be awfully tough and motivated, to get out on your own.”

“Ooh! I hardly saw any decomposing bodies at all!” He sounded just a little bit too disappointed at that. “But… thank you! It did take some time…”

(if i made an intern vanessa blog, would anyone follow/interact)

( http://intxrnvanxssa.tumblr.com/ -drops this here- )

(if i made an intern vanessa blog, would anyone follow/interact)

Incorporearl liked for a starter!

Earl grinned. “Well I’m glad you like it.” He took an apple and leaned back, eating it. “So… Where did you come from today?”

That was a very good question. While he’d come to know his old home as The Desert Otherworld, or New Desert Bluffs, those names wouldn’t mean much to someone who’d never been there.

He supposed it was another dimension, but that was vague, too. There were lots of other dimensions. “I’m… not really sure! The desert, I guess?”

Closed Starter for Sunshineandstructure

What the hell was a radio host? Wait—no, she could use her deductive reasoning skills here. Radio waves, she knew, could be used to transmit communication between certain applications. If this being was a host, it must have been acting as some sort of receiver for radio waves, like a satellite. Or maybe it was… housing the waves?

She glanced around, taking note of the haphazard equipment. Much of this certainly seemed like it would be related to communication in some way. She could use this—but it would be difficult to muddle around with primitive technology like this. “How do you work?”

“Well, um…” What a loaded question. He wasn’t quite sure he was ready to have his productivity procedures analyzed. He was doing the best that he could with the desert otherworld’s limited supplies, but…

“I guess, usually, I pour some coffee into a cup, and a sit down at my desk, and I… just… work!”

#coldharddiamond

(just so everyone knows

im alive and havent forgotten about anyone!

ive just been at work. always. all day. every day. constantly.)

(so i didnt get any writing done, but heres kevins racoon fursona so like,,,,

http://www.azaleasdolls.com/fantasy/game_anthro-creator.php )

#headcanons

yanderose

Indie Rick Sanchez, Kevin Free, and Eddie Gluskin RP Blogs

Because why not promote all my current, active, blogs in one big post?

Trigger warnings for

- Alcohol and drug use

- Violence and gore

- Gore, abuse, violence, and misogyny

Respectively

WastedIngenuity - SunshineAndStructure - SlicedAndSewn

(when im not being a perky douchebag, im off being various bitter douchebags)

Closed Starter for Sunshineandstructure

Joke’s on you, Kevin. The rickety radio station was, in fact, the first place Yellow Diamond went. She wasn’t particularly interested in interacting with whatever lower life form existed on this planet, but getting out of an endless sea of tiny rock dust was pretty much ideal. Maybe there would be some kind of primitive technology that would get her out of this hellhole.

Stumbling through the sand in a most undignified way, she practically slammed the door of the shack off its hinges. It didn’t take long for her to storm through the entirety of the building, tracking sand in her wake. Similarly, it didn’t take long for her to notice the cowering creature under what could only be described in loose terms as a desk. It didn’t take long, then, for her to drag the being out of its hiding spot with her foot.

Piercing eyes narrowed as she stared down at Kevin. “What are you?”

Every footstep and slam of a door pushed him closer and closer to full blown panic. But, maybe if he was small enough and quiet enough… Nope. Before he knew it, there was a foot intruding on his hiding space, catching on him and dragging him along the dusty floor.

He squeaked in fear once he was fully visible, staring up at her with large hollow eye sockets. For once, he wasn’t smiling. “I-I’m… I’m a radio host!”

#coldharddiamond

Incorporearl liked for a starter!

Earl smiled. “It’s no trouble. You look like you could use something to eat. …And I love cooking for people anyway. Have all you want.”

“Thank you so much! You’re so nice!” He was quick to grab a chicken strip, nibbling eagerly on it. He’d really picked the right trash can to fall asleep in.

Incorporearl liked for a starter!

“Okay!”

Earl came back out after a while with two cups of sweet, milky coffee, and set them down on the coffee table. “Hold on.” He headed back to the kitchen, and returned with a big plate of various foods. There was cut-up fruit, a salad of beans and vegetables, some chicken strips, a few slices of pizza, and toasted ravioli. “I wasn’t sure what you’d like, so this is just what I had made already.” He set the plate down on the table and sat down next to Kevin.

If Kevin had had eyes, they would've lit up at the sight of the snack tray. It reminded him of the buffets Strex used to offer at their quarterly meetings, only better. Earl, however, couldn’t take payment straight out of his next paycheck. He instinctively reached for his missing wallet, before remembering what Earl had already told him. “Oh! Oh my goodness! You didn't have to go to all this trouble…”

@Technicolor-Fey

@technicolor-fey

Kevin sat at his gore-covered desk, head resting gently on it. He was exhausted, yet he found himself unable to sleep. He held a beat up metal radio on his lap, fiddling with the dials. He wasn’t sure why he even bothered. He’d scanned the stations a million times before, and nothing ever changed. Still, he flicked through the stations. The faint buzz of static. The slightly louder buzz of static. Static. Static. Static. Three. Twenty Seven. Static. Wait.

He sat straight up, flipping back to the previous station. Nineteen. Sixty. A voice. He hadn’t heard a voice other than his own since Carlos left. Laying his head back down on the desk, a sleepy smile spread across his lips.

- - -

“Hello? Listeners? Today’s broadcast is going to be a little bit different from usual.” The next morning, his voice shook with excitement as he spoke into the microphone.

“You know, up until yesterday, I wasn’t sure if there was even anyone out there who could hear these broadcasts. But, last night… Last night I found another radio station! It was a beautiful, calm, voice reciting numbers! And I thought, if I can hear their station, maybe they can hear mine!”

He turned up the volume on his radio, so that the sound of numbers being recited could be heard in the background of his own broadcast. “So, listeners, I have a request; If you’re affiliated with WZZZ and you can hear me, say something! I have my radio tuned into your channel!”

#technicolorfey

Incorporearl liked for a starter!

Earl smiled, heading to the kitchen. “Sure! That’s the way I like it, too. …The only way, honestly.” He put some coffee on to brew. “You’re not allergic to anything, are you? Or is there anything you don’t like the taste of?”

He tilted his head slightly at Earl’s question. There wasn’t a huge variety of things that one could put in coffee, after all. He wasn’t lactose intolerant, and he was immune to most poisons that could be mixed into liquid. As far as the few poisons that did affect him were concerned, there were definitely worse ways to die than on a kind stranger’s comfortable couch. “I don't think so?”

(i desperately wanna work on this starter i owe,,,,

but i have to leave for rocky horror rehearsals,,,,,,,,,,,)

yanderose

(ive missed the past 900 or so mundays, so heres me)

Incorporearl liked for a starter!

Earl smiled. “…I think so too, most of the time! The world’s a great place, there are always interesting things all around you if you just open your eyes to them. Here, have a seat.” He gestured to the couch. “What would you like to eat and drink? I have just about everything.”

“Some coffee would be great!” When was the last time he’d eaten or drank anything besides coffee? He did try pasta salad once. Eugh. Never again.

He took a seat on the couch as he added on, “With cream and sugar, if that’s alright!”