[Dated August 1st]

[raced_god]

I don't write anything here anymore.

Olimar had to pack up and go back to Hocotate. It's weird. Lunch is boring, now. I have nobody to steal sandwiches from. I took too many things for granted.

I bought a motorcycle. It's neat--I haven't driven a bike in a while, so it's a nice change and of course I'm modding it. I guess that's sort of noteworthy. More noteworthy is the reason I bought it, which was basically to find where Samus was hiding. I found it, and we're talking. Things are okay again. I'm not sorry for blowing up the frigate but I don't really think it was worth the month of grief that we just managed to put behind us.

The place is awesome. Lots of work, of course, seeing as it was abandoned, but when it's finished, it's going to be amazing. I've been spending more time there fixing it up than I have in my own apartment, not that I'm complaining. If she wanted more privacy, she'd say so, right.

I was a Pokemon for a week. Some kind of bipedal bird-thing called a Blaziken. They're known for punching fire, so I guess it was appropriate. Flightless, though--admittedly a bummer. I got Samus to fly, at any rate. I wish I could have done it myself. Figures I'd end up a bird without wings, but if I had to compare this particular round of transformations to the rest of the stupid body-switching, gender-swapping, age-regressing shit that's happened to me at this school, it really wasn't so bad, especially not after I started rolling with it. Really. Strong...instincts. I don't...

I think I just need to accept the fact that there will always be other guys after Samus. Lots of them, in varying degrees of shameless and obnoxious. I need to, but it's hard.

I'm going to melt Miller's shades into his face.
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Okay. Convince me to fund your invention.
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[Samus. Samus. Hey Samus.

There are rose petals leading up to Falcon naked on the bed Ridleys naked on the bed dead rabbits flowers in the firehouse this morning. There is an card attached, one that says she should meet her mysterious secret admirer on the roof tonight at 10 pm.

How mysterious.]
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You people need better hiding places for your embarrassing photographs. Keep your picture feuds to yourselves, the rest of us don't care.

Took a look at my calendar and realized it's almost time for football tryouts. There'll be more information soon, so keep your eyes peeled if you're interested.

Hey, Ionia. I still have that mask from the firefly festival last year. I know I haven't been home a lot It starts in a few days, I think. Do you want to go?

Comments

[private and hackable!]

[blondprodigy.livejournal.com]

When you start balding, you're going to wish hair rays were widely available.

[Welcome to your first pitch, Jeffums.]

[raced_god]

I will bald gracefully and with style.

But what about the problems with it being too effective? And who says I'll go bald?

[Does that make Falcon the catcher this time?]

[blondprodigy.livejournal.com]

Like I said, we'll work on that. It shouldn't take too long to perfect, and then we can get it on the market. Anyway, even if balding isn't in your genetics, wearing your stupid helmet as often as you do can't be good for your scalp. But let's say you don't go bald. There's a ton of other men who do! I know I will, unfortunately. You can't tell me something like that wouldn't just fly off the shelves.

[Get out]

[raced_god]

Helmets don't make you go bald.

That's all well and good, but why should I put a few thousand dollars into something that doesn't work properly yet?

[monsieur-miller.livejournal.com]

It was Miller up on the roof.]

Ah, football! Latin or American?

[icequeen-aran.livejournal.com]

Damn it Miller.

[raced_god]

American.

[monsieur-miller.livejournal.com]

Too bad. I don't have any experience with that one. But you won't mind if I come watch, I hope.

[raced_god]

Only if you want to DIE

I guess I can't stop you.

[An Action time for Action man and Action lady]

[icequeen-aran.livejournal.com]

[How very mysterious. She wonders briefly why today would earn her flowers from a mysterious secret admirer until she realizes just what day it was. 10pm can't come fast enough but eventually it does, and she quietly pads up to the rooftop. She decided to tuck one of the flowers behind her ear. It is a nice, clear night.]

[You can also bet your bottom dollar she hacked all your shit like she loves to do but she's being good and hasn't mentioned it. Not yet anyway! She is here looking for Mr. Mysterious.]

[raced_god]

[Mr. Mysterious is just kind of chilling on a blanket up on the roof, with some citronella candles because mosquitoes are gross and NOT INVITED.

There might also be a bottle of wine and two glasses.]

Hey.

[icequeen-aran.livejournal.com]

[Oh Mr. Mysterious~. And then she shoots down mosquitoes the size of Falcon's bike.]

Hey.

[She joins him on the blanket.] Flowers and candles and wine... [a cheek kissu] You must of done something bad.

[raced_god]

Admittedly, the candles are to keep the bugs away.

[Is it booze time? It's totally booze time.]

How little faith you have.

[boxingmidget.livejournal.com]

I'm real excited for football, sir!

[raced_god]

You're going to come out for the team?

[boxingmidget.livejournal.com]

You bet I am! I've been meanin' to join when I heard most of my friends are in the team.

[raced_god]

It's always a good time. I look forward to seeing you there.

[volttackler.livejournal.com]

Football! Chuuuuu!

But will there be track this year, Coach?! Or soccer?! [Yeah she will not be in for football this year sadly. That's all for Nester.]

[raced_god]

Sure. I do track and soccer every year too, if there's interest.

[volttackler.livejournal.com]

I'm interested, chu! If other people are, I hope we get to! Because you can count me in!

[snarksterpilot.livejournal.com]

[Speak of the devil...]

Football!

About TIME. It took long enough! You bet I'm gonna rock the team this year!

[raced_god]

...I'm going to have tryouts the same time I have them every year. You can practice while you wait.

[snarksterpilot.livejournal.com]

It doesn't even FEEL like it. [Don't worry Falcon, he's just an eternal whiner. And wrong.]

Whatever, I guess so. But I'm not gonna be tackle bait again! That was dumb!

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

Consider my eyes peeled.

[raced_god]

I can always count on you.