reckless_eagle: (What do you mean married?!)
[Okay. Okay, so Dave has pretty much been... just sort of not noticing or ignoring his attention so far, he guesses? Which is lame, but he has another plan up his flower-covered, voluminous sleeve!]

So, like, I've been thinking! [Off to a good start, not looking too nervous yet...]

Okay, so last time I was here, I went, like, two years without any kind of boss, right, and it was super weird! And I'm totally an elective monarchy now--well, Liet and I are, but I think I still outvote him?--which means I basically get to pick whoever I want to rule, so, like... [Aaaaaand now comes the flustering! He stammers a couple of times, then finally manages to spit it out, blushing furiously.]

I-I totally want Dave to be my king!
reckless_eagle: (It got worse)
[Guess who was in the kitchen.]

[There are a few smears of blood on the screen from Poland fumbling to turn the communicator on. He leans against the kitchen's doorframe, breath a little heavy, clutching at a point in his side that's leaking red at an alarming pace. Anybody who remembers the time Masky stabbed him in the throat probably isn't too worried for his life, but nonetheless, even he looks pretty upset. This has long since turned personal. Nai...]


Kurwa. Okay, you know what? Like, screw this waiting game! We've got to know who they are by now, right?! I know I know a couple... Let's just, like, go, for the love of Mary!

[He winces a little, glancing at the blood on his hand.]

...Elaine, babe, now would be a bitchin' time for all that backup we talked about.

[If anything's happened to her, Poland doesn't know what he'll do.]
reckless_eagle: (I think so Brain)
[Someone hasn't been seen around much lately.]

[As a matter of fact, around the twelfth of August, he fell completely out of contact with everyone. He hasn't been seen outside of his room... which hasn't been empty, but it's been locked, with no response from inside.]

[Someone hasn't been taking the disappearance of his husband very well.]

[But it's gotten loud enough outside that Poland has finally decided to make a little bit of contact with everyone else, even if he's not sure he's ready to actually leave his room. He's dressed in his nightgown, which makes him look a little like an angel in a Christmas pageant, his hair messier than he'd normally allow it to be seen. He looks... skinny. Not just youthfully slim like usual, like he's been forgetting to eat.]


Um, like... Guys? What's even going on out there...?

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