#umtplex

[austerulous]

◈   @umtplex​​ sent ❂ to get a moodboard for our muses

[brokentoys]

@umtplex SENT . . .

"Do you know how to use Excel?"

The good doctor almost loses the mouse with how abruptly he sits up in his seat, matted hair crudely framing eyes pinned with brimming frustration. He was loathed to ask for help, much less for such a seemingly simple task, but after hours of perseverance, he was more than ready to throw it onto anyone else — even someone beyond official business.

"It keeps changing my numbers into dates, and that's only the start. Do you have any idea?"

He gestures to the screen with an accusatory hand. Do something. Anything. — [ Super silly!! Bless him with your computer knowledge Eddie 😤 ]

❝ What ? ❞ Eddie sounds in disbelief, his dark brow cocked. ❝ What's the next question, do I breathe ? ❞ Eddie struts to the source of Crane's frustration. His bony form crouches over to review the bright screen. There's a pause. & his face reads as if he's currently staring at the aftermath of a car wreck.

❝ You're doing it all wrong ! For starters, you're triggering shortcuts. Either disable said shortcuts, or - ❞

Oh, it's such a mess before him. Eddie may acknowledge Crane as an intelligent man, but it seemed he lack computer knowledge. Especially regarding programs. Eddie butts himself in the way, & takes control of the mouse.

❝ Here. I'll just do all you want - it'll be much faster that way. ❞

[ratctchr]

@umtplex

"Wouldn't you like to know, Weather Boy?" 🐦‍⬛

"I know you're being sarcastic, but I really WOULD like to know."

"And if Weather Boy is a reference... it's lost on me."

[goddevourd]

*reading a book that says 'what to do when your enemy wants to fuck you' while Ice Ice Baby plays in the background*

[brutalscaled]

@umtplex

// bro needs to be sedated when the next "i wish someone would make a pair of crocs out of him 😒" lands aldjkfng

"WHY WOULD YOU REMIND ME OF SOMETHIN' EVEN WORSE."

[godblooded]

“oh, that boy of yours is a real hero.” — [ Hi! From Dr. Crane to Selina! >:) ]

the cat’s eyes flash dangerously the second jonathan’s voice hits her ears. they’re black as flint, red lips setting into a tight, thin line.

“ ever try your own supply, johnny? because i think you could use a little relaxation time. ”

[griim]

"My favorite doctor! He's a little rough around the edges but I'll give him.... A three-and-a-half star review. Good battery life and is very convenient. Needs a charger hanger. The brush picks up a surprising amount of debris, and it is surprisingly effective when operating in high power mode although that drains the battery about 5x as fast. When operating on bare floors or rugs the stick can clog easily with pet hair, human hair, or larger debris which you don't find out until you lift the head off the floor and all the dirt falls back out. Then you have to disassemble it to clear the clog. The stick can be removed from the motor head but doesn't want to come off easily. Emptying the dirt canister is a breeze but it doesn't stop there, larger debris and hair get wrapped around the cylinder and can't be removed without disassembling the dirt canister. That involves removing one little screw that holds the baffle and screen in place. It can be done but DON'T LOSE THE SCREW which ideally requires replacement using a magnetic Philips screwdriver so the screw doesn't fall off when reaching back up in there to replace the screw. The air filters work well but the unit rapidly loses suction if they get dirty, easy to clean but you have to do it a lot. Oh, wait... That was a review I found on Amazon about a Dyson vacuum.... Either way. Three stars."

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[ratwhsprs]

🔪 — [ Kill encouter for post!killing Otis to be encountered by Crane!! ]

send 🔪 to encounter my muse after they've just killed someone || Not Accepting!

The shrill chatter of rats was absent. Otis had sent them to safety while he dealt with their guest, in case one of the exterminator's cyanide canisters ended up going off. There had been no such incident, and now the area was silent save for the patter of water and Otis's heavy breathing. 

He had to use his boot as a counter to wrench the sharp end of his staff free of the body. His coat and mask were spattered with blood, and the hook at the end of his staff dripped red. They weren't getting up again, not with a torn throat and a caved-in skull.

Without his rats Otis had none of his usual pre-warning system. The footsteps approaching from behind had him gripping the staff like a bat, whirling around to strike who he thought was the exterminator's companion–

but it wasn't. Otis's shoulders remained hitched, his hands tight on his weapon even as it lowered from the swinging position.

"Doctor," he breathed. "Sneaking up on someone can be dangerous, you know."