A huge Thank You to everyone who has made this game so fun to play. It just feels weird writing up this post, but Real Life gives us all a kick in the pants every now and then, and currently, it's my turn. Fandom has truly been an awesome experience, and I'll be stalking as time permits.


Best of luck! Happy New Year! Keep in touch! And all that jazz...

*hugs you all real tight*

To say that Andrew was comfortable would be a significant understatement. He had been awake for a few minutes, but didn't want to move for fear of waking the boy whose chest was currently pressed up against his back.

Last night had been the perfect distraction from a week full of shadows. He had cooked Tony dinner, and then they came back to Andrew's room to watch some movies, where they fell asleep.

Andrew moved to slowly run his hand down the arm Tony had draped over him. He was perfectly content to stay like this all day.

[For the obvious one! wantstodirect modded with permission.]

Just wanted to toss up a quick note to apologize for being totally MIA the past two weeks. Things have been beyond the crazy. Please bear with me as I attempt to adjust life back towards something I can handle again.

Hugs appreciated and, honestly, needed!

"I'm not nervous. I'm not nervous. Nope. Not nervous at all," Andrew repeated for the twentieth time as he stopped to check himself out in the mirror for the fiftieth time. "I look good." He straightened his tie.

"I'm not nervous."

He was so nervous.

[ooc: for Tony!]

Andrew was sitting in the middle of his bed, reading. He had several large books stacked up next to him, each written in a language long forgotten by most. The majority of what these books contained was useless to him now that he was no longer a practicing summoner, but that didn't stop him from jotting down an occasional note.

Today, he was more interested in the sections on warding and protection. He had his reasons.

[ooc: for one]

Normally, Andrew would roll out of bed on a Sunday morning and hit up his Xbox. Today, he decided to make a movie, so he pulled out his video camera, an assortment of action figures, some crayons and paper, and got to work.

"Scene one," he said into the camera. "We open up with Duke lounging on his bed, playing with his Staff of Light and talking aloud about how much he wishes Hanno would pay closer attention to him..."

He turned the camera onto the little diorama had created and reached down to move the plastic Space Battles figure into position. "It's just not fair. Hanno spends all his spare time with Leanna. What does she have that I don't?"

He rolled in a small droid action figure. "Boop, beep, boop boop, beep."

A slight adjustment to Duke. "You're delusional. He doesn't like her that way. That would just be gross!"

[Door and post open!]

Hello all! Due to life of intense proportions, I will be purposefully ignoring you all for the next week or so. My profound apologies!!! I'll be partially available, but most likely insane. Communicate at your own risk!

*hugs you all*

Andrew was still in bed. He really hadn't left the bed for much in the past few days, not seeing the point. Upon waking this morning, he thought about taking a shower, because he was getting rather rank, but after pulling himself to the edge of the mattress and discovering it was cold outside his protective cocoon, he changed his mind.

Well, sort of. One leg and one arm were still dangling off the side of the bed, hanging out in chilly limbo. He would pull them back in. Eventually.

[ooc: Door closed, but not locked. Post open!]

In the corner of the room, a set of old Space Battles sheets had been strung up to create a makeshift tent. Andrew was curled up in a pile of pillows under this tent, pouting trying to take a nap.

But he wasn't sleepy.

[ooc: Door cracked, post open!]

Sitting next to the open window, Andrew convinced himself that the occasional noises he perceived were coming from the welcoming picnic. He had a bowl of chips and some dip, a glass of kool-aid, and a sandwich he had cut up into little triangles sitting next to him.

It wasn't quite like being there, but he was taking the opportunity to practice his small talk anyway -- with himself, of course.

"How big was the dinosaur that was chasing you?

"Well, it's been so long now, I have a hard time recalling all the details. It was definitely of the suborder Theropoda, but it could have been either an Allosaurus or a Tyrannosaur. Difficult to tell when they're so close up, you know..."

[ooc:Door open! silly days of the week.]