Who: Little Washu and Denzel Crocker
When: Backdated to August 11th
Where: Their home
What: Searching for truth (A follow up of this
Crocker found himself starting to gain consciousness as the man did quick glimpses in his mind of a little boy who appears relativity very content
with life before switching over to a boy who looks similar, however is discontent
with life. Denzel mumbling, "Fairy Godparents exist. Fairies do exist," in his sleep, tossing himself until the man finally falls out of the bed, "OW!" As he comes to his senses, his mind feels odder than usual, "I’m back in my room. How’d get here? How long was I out?!.. What was that?
" In referring to his dream, massaging his forehead with a hand the man had yet to notice the five o clock shadow growing on his chin.
Who: Bloom ofthedragonfire
Where: Around the Bubble
Style: I'll match yours
Ever since that Crocker has been tipped off about a fairy
being in the Bubble the man was going to find that fairy. Although, he wasn't exactly sure what he was looking for. Maybe this was one of those fairy godparents from his universe? Or perhaps this was another kind, one the man was not familiar with. As he's read in all of those books in that library and even encountered one never to see her again.
With his fairy tracker between his boney fingers in one hand, and the special butterfly net in the other. Crocker stalks about the Bubble watching his Fairy Tracker device. After all, only fairy magic would make it go off...
Old compulsions die hard. As the man just slowly, very slowly creeps around the Bubble...Beep
Denzel and WashuWhere:
5 days laterStyle:
People. Why did people have to exist? More however why did people need other people? That horrible thing about being human being a social creature. Crocker hadn't heard from Washu since he 'clicked' his device on her and quite frankly he didn't care. Losing people one really one thing Crocker couldn't handle or rather didn't know how to handle. As much as he does see Washu as his mother in some strange manner, it was better to cut off all ties and not be abandoned more
. Then again, complete silence did get to his mentally, as he was reminded of the asylum and started to laughing in a corner. Crocker did manage to turn his device on just audio. At least this way he could listen and hear voices that wheren't his own, "CURSE ME FOR BEING HUMAN!" He found himself saying each day as his inner turmiol of anti social disorder and fear of abandonment conflicts with his human need to be with others.
He didn't know what to do. Sure he checked the coral at times when no one was awake but other then that the inner conflict was disrupting his work. The need to talk about this issue was countering not wanting to bond with anyone more.
At least he has his mechanical dog and chocobo.
If anyone unplanned was to walk in, they'd find the door left unlock and inside they'd find Denzel in his room, sitting on the floor, his back to the bedroom door and head banging with both of his hands gripping the side of his head as well as not facially shaved. Not to mention all the window shades closed. Piles of dirty laundry liter the house in random spots, dirty dishes still in the sink and a plate of fish still sitting on the kitchen table and coffee cups on the floor. Some of them have coffee still in them leaking onto the tile floor.
Who: Washu, Denzel and Ryoko
Where: Washu's House
Style: Whatever you want ~
Warning For a possible nake Ryoko
It has been a little over a week since Crocker fell into a Vat coma in his house.
"No! Keep away! Keep away!" Denzel was rolling back and forth victoriously in bed before finally swinging awake to a sitting position and rolling with sweat and breathing heavily. His mind slowly focusing on reality. Just a dream. Just a nightmare.
No men in white coming to take Denzel away here.
Who: Denzel and Little Washu
Where: Washu's house
When: The next day after the curse ends
Denzel is tossing beneath his bed sheets as the clock strikes midnight and within seconds not only went through puberty but also re undergoing his mind wipe and causing the deformation and lose of memories once again. After all, as long as Timmy Turner exists Denzel Crocker is doomed. Doomed to the same fate over and over as time after all is an infinite loop.
Morning finally comes too and peeks his eyes open and gives a wide yawn. After a moment or two slide out of bed from having been on his side. At the moment the only thing going on in his mind as he yawns to the kitchen is a few cups of coffee to give his mind a jump start. Needless to say the man was rather groggy and going into the wrong room.... After all this was not his house. So, out of it in fact the man didn't notice that he wasn't wearing his usual pajamas and his pajama bottoms where more like shorts now and 'lovely' hairy legs now showing. Oddly enough the top still fits him.
Murmuring to himself probably something along the lines of 'where's my coffee? I can't function without it.'
If Timmy was around this is the one time the Turner could get away with magic and Mr. Crocker not even catch on.
Who: Angelo and Denzel
Where: The Plaza
When: Backdated to the item swap December 15th
Denzel was still baffling over the plus necklace that was from Sandy Claws and now in his procession. Needless, to say as happy as he was to recieve a gift, the man was also very pissed off when he saw one of his greatest inventions had gone missing and after having stalked the network, figured out that there was an item swap.
So, Crocker heads to the plaza figuring that was a good meeting place as people usually pass though to go to other places or to touch the coral.
Now, to find that person who has his Incator...
"He better not had wrecked it. Took me forever to fix it after having it filled with salt water!"
Is it that time of the month already?
...No, today is not the start of shark week.
The Station Master's taken precautions to make this month's mingle party nice and laid back, after that rather magnetic week. Today, locals are all over the Plaza starting to put up the decorations for this strange holiday known as "Christmas", and they're more than happy to cheerfully rope any foreigner who doesn't look too busy into helping them.
The food tables are back, albeit with more drink than food. Hot chocolate,
gluhwein mulled wine, a huge bowl of fruit punch, you name it, it's there. Foodwise, there's snowflake shaped crackers with cheese and meats, shrimp cocktails, cups filled with green or red jelly, and plenty of cookies to go around.
Near the food tables are the two usual booths, one belonging to the Welcoming Committee, armed with all the information a newbie would want to know, and the other belonging to the Host Club, manned by all the male eyecandy you could ever need. Have they done something special for their booths this festive season? Better sashay their way and find out!
Walking around all the tables and booths is what looks to be a giant lobster(???) in a Santa suit handing out candy to anyone and everyone nearby. It seems the locals don't understand that it's "Santa Claus", not "Sandy Claws."
Finally, it looks like there's been a new addition to the plaza. Was that ice skating rink over there last night?? It certainly fits the theme, and the locals don't seem to be surprised. They'll even help you lace up those skates and take them for a spin. Bundle up and try not to fall too much!
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