http://notflynn.livejournal.com/ (![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
notflynn.livejournal.com) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
tampered2009-10-24 02:55 am
notflynn.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2009-10-24 02:55 am
log; ongoing; closed
When; October 24
Rating; PG
Characters; Yuri Lowell [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
notflynn], Ruca Milda [dreamsofhorns], and Emil Castagnier [emiltastic]
Summary; Yuri's showing way too much skin, Emil's depressed, and Ruca has a cake and voices in his head. Sounds like a sitcom.
Log; Yuri was lounging on the couch, trying to ignore the subtle back pains he'd already developed from this stupid curse. It seemed to be another hodge-podge of different curses, meaning another eventful and confusing weekend. He wasn't looking forward to it. Repede sat in the corner, warily eying his master's new body.
His roommates were all out somewhere, he was assuming, and he was stuck at home scrolling through the network and watching TV. What a great way to spend his day. But, really, he didn't have many shirts that would fit comfortably, and every move was a cautious one. It really was terrible.
"The deities really hate me, don't they, Repede?" he asked his dog, receiving a yawn in response. "Yeah, I think so, too."
He sighed and responded to a message, idly wondering what everyone else was doing.
Rating; PG
Characters; Yuri Lowell [
notflynn], Ruca Milda [dreamsofhorns], and Emil Castagnier [emiltastic]Summary; Yuri's showing way too much skin, Emil's depressed, and Ruca has a cake and voices in his head. Sounds like a sitcom.
Log; Yuri was lounging on the couch, trying to ignore the subtle back pains he'd already developed from this stupid curse. It seemed to be another hodge-podge of different curses, meaning another eventful and confusing weekend. He wasn't looking forward to it. Repede sat in the corner, warily eying his master's new body.
His roommates were all out somewhere, he was assuming, and he was stuck at home scrolling through the network and watching TV. What a great way to spend his day. But, really, he didn't have many shirts that would fit comfortably, and every move was a cautious one. It really was terrible.
"The deities really hate me, don't they, Repede?" he asked his dog, receiving a yawn in response. "Yeah, I think so, too."
He sighed and responded to a message, idly wondering what everyone else was doing.