Shit, let's be Santa

[has-a-blog.livejournal.com]

The other day, Dave found an anemoi stuck in a crack in the sidewalk. Who knows how it got there, but hey free memories. That doesn't necessarily explain where this enormous pile of STUFF he suddenly has came from.

Notable things from the pile include (in case you can't tell from the picture.):

-Sword with a peanuts themed freezer (adds...uh...cold damage, I guess.)
-Plushie puppet abomination trapped in amber
-Plushie puppet abomination made of amber
-Felt Plushie without pants
-hovering PC (All files that might give insight to Dave's past or identity have been erased.)
-Extra swanky suits
-Camera that makes an unbelievably shitty webcomic about whatever you take a picture of
-lighter than air skateboard
-Pile of card-suit themed throwing stars ("Suitarangs")
-JPEG artifact sword
-Mr. T fetus in a jar.

[Video, that stuff is visible in the background]

It's fuckin' christmas in here. Who wants some weird crap?

[1% spent on how to access Sylladex.]

Comments

[thekoistiger.livejournal.com]

What the -- where the hell did all this come from, and how the hell did it get in the middle of the damn living room?!

[has-a-blog.livejournal.com]

Magical helpful crocodiles.

[thekoistiger.livejournal.com]

Oh har har har. Seriously, where'd you even get all of this?

[has-a-blog.livejournal.com]

I had it with me.

[thekoistiger.livejournal.com]

Where were you even CARRYING it?

[has-a-blog.livejournal.com]

[How do you describe something that's already a vague abstraction in your own universe? Dave's not entirely sure either.]

Just...with me.

[thekoistiger.livejournal.com]

...okay, you know, if I've had it proven that an entire world can exist inside a freaking rock, I guess I can buy a guy who can just hold way more crap than he should be able to with no good explanation.

So what's in amongst all this anyway?

[has-a-blog.livejournal.com]

I dunno, it's some pretty cool stuff though.

[thekoistiger.livejournal.com]

I dunno, that one sword is making my eyes hurt just looking at it.

[has-a-blog.livejournal.com]

Are you kidding it's-

Okay no you're right I can't defend the sord. It's a piece of shit.

[thekoistiger.livejournal.com]

Just a bit, yeah -- is that a FETUS?!

[has-a-blog.livejournal.com]

Yeah I guess.

[thekoistiger.livejournal.com]

What the hell are you doing carrying around a FETUS?!

[has-a-blog.livejournal.com]

How should I know? I got hit in the head by a bag full of what-was-I-doing-again dust just like everyone else.

[thekoistiger.livejournal.com]

O-oh, right. Still, shouldn't we, I don't know, get rid of it or something? That CAN'T be sanitary to keep around.

Not to mention it's creepy as hell, though I gotta admit not as creepy as some of these puppet... things.

[has-a-blog.livejournal.com]

What the fuck do I even DO with it?

[thekoistiger.livejournal.com]

I dunno, take it to some sort of... of... bio, uh... wherever you're supposed to get rid of health hazards like that. Or a hospital. Or just ditch it out in the field or something because hell if I'm sleeping in this apartment with that thing.

[has-a-blog.livejournal.com]

Hospital it is.

[The Fetus goes back to the Sylladex. It's a confusing process that isn't easily observed. There was something about a card, but that's all Kotetsu can make out. It's gone now, at least.]

I'm not getting rid of the mutant plushies though. They are sweet.

[thekoistiger.livejournal.com]

*He's not even going to begin to question it as long as it's GONE.*

Just keep them in your room then, I guess. Geez, you have weird taste.

[has-a-blog.livejournal.com]

Alright.

[manjuumagic.livejournal.com]

Uwaa~

So many things that fly!

[has-a-blog.livejournal.com]

You know it, dude. I have got the fly-est computer here.

[manjuumagic.livejournal.com]

It's super fly~

[has-a-blog.livejournal.com]

So what are you, anyway?

[manjuumagic.livejournal.com]

Mokona is a Pokemon.

[has-a-blog.livejournal.com]

Heh. Alright cool.

[manjuumagic.livejournal.com]

Mokona likes the red suit. It looks super soft!

[has-a-blog.livejournal.com]

Dude it is so soft. They're like action pajamas.

[manjuumagic.livejournal.com]

Next time Dave wears them, Mokona will see for herself!

[has-a-blog.livejournal.com]

Um. If you say so.

[manjuumagic.livejournal.com]

Mokona says a lot of things!

[has-a-blog.livejournal.com]

I noticed.

[bishonenbunny.livejournal.com]

...what is all that?

[He may be eyeing the suits.]

[has-a-blog.livejournal.com]

What my true love gave to me on the thirteenth day of Christmas.

[The suits sadly are tailored for Dave, who is about half Barnaby's size.]

[bulletserenade.livejournal.com]

Whoa, where'd you get all that stuff?!

[has-a-blog.livejournal.com]

Ebay.

[bulletserenade.livejournal.com]

Very funny.

...You said you're giving it away?

[Jr. is practically drooling over that skateboard.]

[has-a-blog.livejournal.com]

I'm keeping the suits, the sno-cone sword and the computer, otherwise sure it's not like I need all this crap.

[bulletserenade.livejournal.com]

I'd be happy to take that skateboard, if you don't want it.

[has-a-blog.livejournal.com]

Haha you want that piece of crap? Sure it's yours.

[bulletserenade.livejournal.com]

[Trying so hard not to whoop and jump around in joy you just made his day.] Awesome! Thanks, pal!

Where's your room? I'll stop by and pick it up.

[has-a-blog.livejournal.com]

301.

Just warning you, I haven't figured out how to actually control it yet.

[bulletserenade.livejournal.com]

Eh, how hard can it be?

[A few minutes later, Jr. is knocking on his door, grinning from ear to ear.]

[has-a-blog.livejournal.com]

[Dave answer the door, he's got a piece of string tied to the skateboard, which is bumping against the ceiling like a balloon.]

Sup.

[bulletserenade.livejournal.com]

[Upon actually seeing the skateboard, Jr. is totally unable to maintain his detachment.]

Whoooooaaa! That's so cool!

[has-a-blog.livejournal.com]

It's yours now. I bet you'll get some unreal goddamn air with that thing.

[bulletserenade.livejournal.com]

Hell yeah I will!

Hey, thanks, man! I owe you one! The name's Gaignun Kukai Jr., but you can just call me Jr.

[has-a-blog.livejournal.com]

[Jr. has gained UNREAL AIR.]

Why would I call you Jr. when there's no Gaignun Kukai Sr. around?

...IS there a Gaignun Kukai Sr around here?

[bulletserenade.livejournal.com]

Hell if I know. I don't think so, though.