#madramblings

[kaleb-doran-pariah-god]

So. Static kisses, huh Kaleb? ( @jinx-badluckqueen )

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

Kaleb dropped in, a much less unceremonious appearance... way he did it felt a little Batman-y, just a silent fall before getting up.

[mr-ant-tennas-ask-blog]

Hello from the other side, Tenna! Calling from beyond the concepts of space and time, and introducing myself to your lovely audience, this is @xirunafer-the-worldshaper!

I've been tuning in every once in a blue moon, checking on your channel. Might I say, some fine stuff!

(...probably because I keep the channel on 24/7. The moon's blue for me, I did that myself!)

I just wanted to call in, say hi, make sure you on the ground are all havin' a grand old time!

Welp, that's all from me! Back to you, Big Shot!

[ * As soon as he picked up the phone, Tenna felt uneasiness washing over him. ]

[ * And once the one on the other side started talking... ]

* Do you really keep the channel on 24/7?

[ * he felt watched, not in the good way he adores so much. ]

* You...you must be one DEDICATED fellow, isn't that right folks!?

* ...

[ * Tenna was about to say something else, but the one on the other side gave their farewell. ]

[ * ...'Big Shot'? ]

* ...

[ * Tenna put the phone down and said nothing. ]

//OOC: YES!! BRING YOUR GOD-LIKE SONAS/OCS/CCS AND TERRORISE THIS MAN!! I love when characters are all a-ok and then suddenly they're acting traumatised again. This is even better when you think about the fact that the last time he saw Spamton he took a phonecall and ran away. Cinema. Also, extra note: when I wrote 'Big Shot', my phone autocorrected it to 'Big Shit'. Absolute Cinema.

[mayorofmegapolis]

Hello everyone! It's me!! The May0r!! It's so wonderful to be back in Megapolis again after my impromptu leave. But I assure you I am here to stay forevermore! I thought that making this cozy little blog would allow all my followers to share their opinions and influence to those around them. And allow them the joy of getting to know who's in charge of the beloved city~ I look forward to meeting you all!~ The mayor of megapolis city will not be handling any press conferences or publicized events for the foreseeable future. All further comments regarding past incidents involving the city and or the world ending will be handled privately. - S

[kaleb-doran-pariah-god]

Kaleb had been bothering Dottore for weeks, pressing his buttons and annoying him in every way physically possible. Dottore, of course, went to Kassandra to try and figure out a way to get back at him.

Dottore walked into her space, clearly ticked off. “Kassandra. How do I annoy Kaleb. He has been bothering me for the past three weeks and five days, and I’m tired of him. You know him well enough, what would annoy him into leaving me alone?” Oh ho ho, giving Kass free rein without any knowledge of the fact she could mess with him? Amazing.

[ @after-hours-at-the-lab ]

Kass was more just surprised Dottore went to a temple and asked for her firstly. She was a well-kept secret... she didn't mind it, to be sure. Her form appeared on the statue of Kaleb, lying on her back, looking down at Dottore.

"Did you try just tying him up? Sometimes the easiest solutions are right in front of you."

...nevermind the fact that Kaleb's mortal lover was bound helplessly to the altar she was slaughtered on, likely putting at least a bit of trauma-induced rage into him if he feels ropes...

[kaleb-doran-pariah-god]

Kaleb seemed… awfully bored, to be completely honest. He didn’t have any ‘usual methods’ to cure said boredom, so he had to figure out something to do for entertainment. No one really seemed appealing to bother… ooh, Dottore! It had been a while since Kaleb, ahem, met with him, so it’d be a welcome surprise. A welcome surprise on Kaleb’s end, anyways.

Dottore didn’t seem to sense Kaleb’s presence as he entered the lab. He was toiling away over his work, back hunched and grumbling about having shocked himself on a live wire mere moments before Kaleb entered. He looked entertaining for sure, but was dressed far too… modestly. He had on his shirt and pants, coat, fabric gloves, accessories, boots, and was far too covered at the moment. Someone should do something about that…

Kaleb knew better than to do so, however. Even if his psyche told him to cut loose, he knew better than to do so off rip. Instead? He circled the prey, letting his form be unseen. He was, in essence, now a poltergeist, circling the prey. Dottore was interesting, at least. For someone whose entire identity was now boiled down to a Commedia dell'arte archetype. That said, in Kaleb's mind, choosing Il Dottore as the name didn't wholly line up. Most the others he stalked had one word names, something even the archetypal Il Dottore had as Balanzone. But then it hit Kaleb again. This was another reality, and importantly it was one without an earth nor an Italy to form the arts. This must all be coincidences, or perhaps the ever-present "refrances" that guy in gray face paint beyond the Fourth Wall was talking about.

...he needed to go visit that madman again. His semi-coherent rant about troll romance was interesting, to say the least.

But that thought came and went fast as Kaleb focused, watching Dottore, continuing to stalk his prey. Eventually he decided to throw him a LITTLE bone to indicate he was watching. Poor guy might be hungry, after all. So Kaleb set down a wrapped sandwich on a desk a few feet away, the smell of fresh-fried bologna and melting Government Cheese filling the air.

[kaleb-doran-pariah-god]

Kaleb was observing Dottore once again, and realized the man had never actually seen a medical professional other than himself. That surely wasn’t healthy for a human. The only thing is that if he were taken to a normal doctor, he’d probably rip their head off with how paranoid he could be. So, a vet and sedatives were the better option, to calm him down, and because veterinarians could deal with bitey patients.

Dottore was at his desk, unaware of the plan being made about him. He probably needed vaccines along with his physical, the fucker probably had rabies or some shit.

[ @after-hours-at-the-lab ]

Or Kirstin. Kirstin was technically a doctor, even if not legally. She knew a lot about a lot. Hell, she'd probably let Dottore bite her this time, if she was expecting it. That or put a muzzle on him and use a lock. Not a MasterLock lock, but... y'know, old one. Rusty one. Type where you gotta match the grooves. That kind of lock.

...eh, sedatives could work for now. Kaleb manifested himself.

"...hey, man. I know I'm not a doctor, but... you look like you need one. Can I take you to one or... something? Just using your own medical know-how can lead to ruin."

[kaleb-doran-pariah-god]

Hello there, young Worlshaper. It has been a while. Would you care to join me for some tea?

@liv-and-breathe

"Hey, Liv... yeah, yeah, I could use a drink. Not a tea guy, though. I prefer colder beverages... but I could use a break."

[kaleb-doran-pariah-god]

It had been quite a while since either Kaleb or Kassandra had seen Dottore, it appeared he was hiding away and working again. Tsk tsk, no breaks even when Kass had suggested he take more time for himself.

When either or both of them arrived at his main laboratory, he was on his knees, watering a small sapling recognizable as an Irminsul branch. A small speaker was quietly playing old Sumerian tunes next to it, and the soil appeared fresh. How cute to see he had gotten a hobby that took up all of his free time.

@after-hours-at-the-lab

The shadows seemed to watch, Kassandra forming from them.

"...well, better than just whittling the hours away on constant science... unless you need a tree for another experiment. I will warn you now, the branch won't sprout. Kaleb took the magic of the Irminsul with him up to the Gadda-Da-Vida... I mean, Garden of Eden. You're just pouring water on a stick."