[sticky entry] Sticky: Voicemail.

Mar. 30th, 2019 04:39 am
x_discospider_x: (hello rich people?)
"Yo yo yo, what up? You've reach Troy, the T-Bone ste--

Ugh, no, that's terrible.

*clears throat*

S'up? You've reached the Disco Spider, I can't make it--

Uggghhh, noooo. Okay, okay, you got this, this next one's it, third time's a cha--

Hee~eeey--

NOPE.


*silence*

Who even uses their phone as a phone anymore, anyway? Okay, you got this, you can do this, Troy.

*clears throat* *soft voice*

"Hey, there, it's Troy's voicemail. You just missed me, so leave a mes--"

**BEEEEEP**

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x_discospider_x: (wut.)
Troy thought that, after his last radio broadcast, he'd be feeling pretty good, even if it really was the end of the era. But Astrid had been acting weird and kind of mean and she even looked different, and the whole thing put him in a maudlin, mopey kind of mood. It definitely hadn't gone the way he'd imagined it would go, and he was walking by the docks, sulking with his hands shoved into his jacket, when a voice called out from a yacht that definitely hadn't been there until just a few moments ago.

"Ahoy there, Troy! Would you like join me on my boat and sail across the world?"

Usually, a proposition like that would definitely be suspicious, but Troy looked up with his eyes wide, because he recognized that voice! And, sure enough, standing there on the deck of the Childish Tycoon was none other than .... LeVar Burton!

Troy stared for a moment, hand lifted to his chest as he looked around, saw no one else that he could possibly be talking to, and then asked, with a squeak in his voice, "Me?"

"That's right, Troy," said LeVar Burton. "I need a first mate for my voyage around the world, and I'd like for it to be you! Would you like to come join me?"

It had always been Troy's dream, to one day have a picture signed by LeVar Burton, and he'd always thought he'd only want just a picture, because you couldn't disappoint a picture. But instead of feeling some wild, paralyzing surge of intimidation and distress at this encounter, Troy felt....oddly calm about it. No rushing off to sob out his anxiety in a bathroom this time! That's right, they were skipping over everything that otherwise lead to this encounter and running with it! And so Troy's face lit up, LeVar Burton tossed him a captain's hat, and grinned back to beckon him up on board, off to sail the high seas together!

[[ definitely open if anyone wants to catch him they set sail! ]]
x_discospider_x: (blanketsburg)
Not too long ago, Troy may have believed there was nothing around her as bad as Cjristmas, but Troy was starting to think that there could always be something worse around here, and this? This was definitely worse.

If this wasn't a 'just stay inside the comfort of your blanket for room's kind of week, he didn't know what was!

Of course, even if everything was terrible, Troy didn't exactly have the attention span to just stay sequestered inside one blanket for room for too long. So it started as making a few improvements here and there, and then grew to expansion, until the room wasn't going to cut it and it started to spill out into the hallway.

He might need a lit more blankets and plows if he wanted to reach hus new goal of getting to the common room with it, but he was just going to keep building and see where it got him because it was a great distraction.


[[ half the reason I'm posting this is because work is dead, and posting something usually means it'll actually pick up once I do. Also, I'm going to be stuck I'm a car for six hours later, so most def. Open! ]]
x_discospider_x: (shirtless appeal)
AM I TOO LATE?

AM I DOING THIS RIGHT??

I gots a new boy, and a quick-and-dirty on the small army I play on the reg, so dive in, friends!

Yell at me all you want! I've seen enough movies to know that popping the back of a raft makes it go faster! )

Everyone Else! )

Note to self: if I did these more often, it would not take me literal hours to compile them when I feel so inclined. But anyway! Please let me know if there's any questions or whatever or just hit me up with gifs while I probably go binge more Community for the rest of the day.

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