Station Identification Break - 525,600 minutes

[hard_talker]

[December was, so far, a surprisingly decent month for Mark. he knew, of course, that his second anniversary in Castle Wonderfuck was nigh, and he was expecting some sort of shit to go down. so when his broadcast got hijacked the night before, he'd considered it the least of his troubles and taken it in stride.

maybe that wasn't what the castle wanted, though, because as he got dressed the next morning, he woke to find that no matter which shirt he took out of the closet, it turned into something else as it touched his skin...]

Hey, uh. Anyone have experience with the whole "I'm stuck wearing stupid clothes because the Castle thought it'd be funny" problem? Because I think ... I dunno, I think it's slowly losing its mind or something. I'm stuck in ... a vaguely preppy sweater no matter what I do. Which ... makes absolutely no sense to me. I thought at the very least it'd be ugly Christmas sweaters.

[with that, he'll ... be sneaking down to the kitchen to get some breakfast. he's going to try and be stealthy and avoid getting smooched. do not let this happen, please.]

Comments

Dictated

[wilder]

...I need to see this.

...for nowwwww, muahaha

[hard_talker]

Dude, just because you can't rock the bowling shirt doesn't mean you get to diss on my inability to wear one all of a sudden...

mwhahahah

[wilder]

Hey! This isn't about dissing your inability to wear those insults to shirts.

This is about laughing at you being forced to wear another type of possible insult to shirts. Jeez Mark.

Dictated for now!

[righttrack]

Yes. That's my loss.

I'd happily trade.

[hard_talker]

What, y'mean your permanent one? ... What can't you wear?

[righttrack]

Yes. It's more a case of what I can wear... A uniform from the private school I was at, briefly.

[ino]

"Preppy"?

[hard_talker]

Yeah, it's.... we have these private schools back home where all the rich snooty kids go, and some of them wear these really lame sweaters and shit... Everyone calls 'em preppies because the fancy name is "preparatory school". This definitely looks like something they'd wear.

[only because you're a bit before hipsters, Mark]

[ino]

... Oh.

I guess maybe the castle thought you'd hate it?

;action

[delincuente]

[Alex is already in the kitchen, sitting on the counter with a huge bowl of dry Froot Loops in her lap. She'd heard his complaint over the journal, and when she sees Mark, she stifles laughter.]

Dude, that is harsh.

[hard_talker]

Tell me about it. Compared to embodying a major sin, though, I'd say I got off easy.

[he'll just come help himself to a handful of cereal as compensation for your mockery]

[delincuente]

Now, I wouldn't call my Sloth a major sin.

[In retaliation, he's getting a couple of pieces flung in the direction of his face.]

But I guess getting stuck in a stupid sweater is kinda better than being turned into a blanket monster.

[kungfuwitch]

[Phoebe's already in the kitchen when he gets there, sipping some coffee and reading a book]

[hard_talker]

Hey, Phoebs. How's it going? [beeline to the fridge, like a model teen, yo]

[kungfuwitch]

Oh you know, the usual. How about... you? [Her voice trails off as she looks up and spots his new wardrobe]

I didn't know stripes were "in" this season.

[courageous_wit]

It's hard to imagine you wearing a preppy sweater.

[hard_talker]

That is the highest of compliments, thanks. .... What's up?

[courageous_wit]

Oh, nothing special. I did worry when I didn't hear your show on Monday.

action; (open to kiss if you want)

[lord_wizard]

[Felix is already in the kitchen, making himself some tea. He's currently pulling some honey out of the cupboard and turns around to spot his friend]

Good morning Mark. You look...[confused blink] warm.

I always want

[hard_talker]

Yeeeeah, for some reason I'm stuck wearing the damn stuff. [he shrugs] Whatcha makin'?

[lord_wizard]

Tea. The one thing I can reliably not fail at in terms of cooking.

[mal_addict]

...Explain 'preppy' to me. I need the right mental image so I can mock you properly.

[hard_talker]

Stuffy and boring and formal and dumb. .... Kind of like when you get stuck in dresses.

[silentrunning]

[Chell's sitting in the kitchen herself, munching on a bowl of cereal when the dictation happens... Well now she's curious... Setting down her spoon, she writes him a message.]

What's preppy mean?
[Then she picks up her spoon, unaware of the little wooden doll-thing sitting on the other end of the table.]

[hard_talker]

[he sneaks up behind her and reads what she scribbled, then speaks up:]

Boring and stuffy. Observe.