❄ fifth reminder

[echidna]

[ around mayfield ; sunday afternoon ]





[ If you leave your home Sunday afternoon, chances are you have seen one of these fliers stuck up somewhere. Telephone poles, mailboxes, windshields, store windows, no location is safe from Jade and her roll of scotch tape.

She has even plastered some unconventional locations with fliers, shoved them into books at the library, taped them to tables and shoved them under doors and into mailboxes so that you might not even have to leave your home to see it.

Chances are you see her while she's hanging some up, or she might even be passing you one (or more) while asking; ]

Have you seen this troll?

[ phone ]

Hi, I was just checking to see if anyone had any information about my fliers!

I am serious about that reward too. [ She giggles. ] But that's a secret!

Comments

[foretastes.livejournal.com]

[picks one up


weh...]

[ action ]

[dutying.livejournal.com]

[ ... Well. Minako is a little unsure what to think about this display of posters the girl is currently putting up.. ]

He seems to have.. quite the last name.

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

...doesn't look much like a troll, kid.

[phone]

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

[u n s u r e]

What is the reward?

I may have some information.

[Action]

[worstvikingever]

[He grabs a flier and looks at it.]

...What happened?

[miraculls.livejournal.com]

Whooooa, hivesis, how'd you get so motherfuckin' good at drawing? It looks just like him! Haha, you even got his expression just right. [Gamzee, no...]

[windplay.livejournal.com]

[ He was a stranger in a strange land. And also, in strange clothes.

No more sweet hoodie or little yellow booties, and as he quickly learned, gone were the awesome wind waking powers John had previously possessed. This kind of sucked. Maybe he was dreaming again? This sure was a lame dream though. ]

[ At least one thing in this dream pinged familiarity. He had looked out the window, only to spy some ugly ass face on a paper taped to the glass. The names he knew all too well, and John decided to humor his "subconscious self" by dialing the number with a nearby phone. ]

[ He pinched his nose. ]

I have your friend.

If you want him back unharmed, we shall have to make a deal. Sound fair?

action and i have no idea what i'm doing

[ironicjournal.livejournal.com]

[ Welp, Bro is just walking around in his not-pointy-enough shades, collared shirt that doesn't feel quite as fresh even with said collar popped, and his hat that could only be described as a lame fucking cap anyway. Why not stop by this girl and her fliers.

He'd be contemplating deep shit like the afterlife, but you know the best way to deal with being gored through the chest is not to acknowledge it at all. At. All. And he's cool with that. Just like he's cool with heeding the age-old call of shitty art being passed around, thank you very much for this ironically amazing piece of work, kid. ] Pet troll, huh?

Used to have one of those. They don't litter-train for shit.

action

[misterwwizard.livejournal.com]

[Eridan grabs one of the fliers, and watches Jade put them up for a bit. He's honestly worried a bit about Karkat, knowing all too well that feeling of heartbreak and lonliness he was experiencing. He'll walk up to Jade and give her any bit of info useful.]

I was offerin' him a place to be stayin' if he needed it. Didn't think he'd oblige what with all a' the platonic hatred an' all that... but I figured I'd offer. I mean hatred aside who wouldn't want to be hangin' out with me?