#jmencken

[fallofromulus]

It's kind of a blur with how quickly a week had blown by. Time didn't make much sense to Roman, and in other terms, he was becoming closer in his mind with Jeryd. Now, if Jeryd thought that, great; if he didn't — well, Roman would once again be the fool. He makes his way to the appropriate location, as he sits down waiting for the other to arrive. He's already sipping liquor to nurse his anxiousness, wondering what this entire thing would turn into.

No one else but them and a few of Jeryd's most loyal people. Sounds like a relaxing vacation, but then again; Roman is always the last to know what is going to happen.

( @jmencken )

[etherdwellers]

@jmencken

In a cosmic sense, Connor finds himself in the same room as the presumptive president because the fates must be at work. In a more literal sense, they're inhabiting the same space simply because they share an ally in Congressman Parks, a libertarian-curious never-Democrater. When he spots Mencken slinking through the door across the room, Connor can't sidestep Parks fast enough—politely, mind.

"Hey," Connor says, brightly, ignoring the way other attendees of the little shindig turn their heads. He descends on Mencken with an affable smile, holding himself straighter to project confidence. "Hey. You are—for the leader of the free world, you're a hard man to find!" Or get on the phone. Still, he frames his next remark like a joke. "Did your team conflate me with the Viking invasion?"

[hacker-codeq]

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[miidnighters-a]

@jmencken sent “How many times have I told you to be more careful?!”

Hartley bows out a blustery sigh, one hand to her head, glare directed not at him, but at the corner of the cabinet she was consistently smacking into.

"If you got this godforsaken room redesigned like I told you to, we wouldn't be in this position."

No one else had a problem with the cabinets, but they must still be the cause.

[hacker-codeq]

“ No matter how much I try to remember anything, I can’t. “

Memory loss Sentence Starter || Accepting

Q sat back as the confirmation was given to him, considering how best to go forward with this whole mess since he hadn't quite expected his invention to be quite so... Effective. He hoped it would wear off quickly. Still, for the time being he had no idea whether it was best to contact someone for the man or just hang out until the issue resolved itself.

"That's strange." Said the man who had definitely not accidentally set off a device that disrupted brainwaves to allow the easy capture of targets. Not that Jeryd was any kind of target... Q was just clumsy. "Do... You feel anxious or are you alright to just wait for a bit and see if it... fixes itself?" He asked quietly, glancing around the small room he had pulled the other man into to check him over.

[miidnighters-a]

nauseous, sender is drunk, and while receiver is attempting to help them, ends up throwing up all over receiver's shoes.

@jmencken | first impressions matter

Catch Hartley never helping anyone ever again.

He'd wobbled a little too far into her space - and even at first glance, he was not having a good night. So Hartley had decided to do a good deed, and at least get the guy some water and wheedle his address out of him so she could get the bartender to call him a cab.

Clearly, the saying no good deed goes unpunished was right, because now there was vomit all over her boots (and she's sending up a prayer to anyone up there who'd influenced her away from the open, strappy heels that were the other option for this outfit).

"Jesus, fuck!" She blows out an angry breath, looking at the sadsack in front of her. "Is that it? Or are you gonna puke again? The bathroom isn't that far away."

[amillixnvoicesarch]

✚ — [sender] and [receiver] volunteer at a soup kitchen @jmencken

Henry has ALWAYS enjoyed doing charity work. Philip, Bea and him had received their own charities to take care of growing up, and even though he hadn't been able to directly work for an LGBT+ charity, he had always supported Pez and his shelter, and now that he was able to do it publicly, he couldn't be happier.

"I think we're almost out of bread rolls," He say to the other, nodding back towards the storage room. "I'm going to grab some, are you quite alright being out here by yourself for a minute?"

[k4ndall]

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// I was going to write a huge post once about Kendall’s childhood in England and the house in Cheltenham where Roman supposedly sat in a cage and ate cage from a dog bowl. However, I scrapped it when I realized that Kendall had never spent much time at that house apart from the odd summer vacation.