[Clad in his god-tier pajamas, John walks onto the observatory with several things tucked under his arms to make the most of a brainstorming evening. Food, pillow, blanket, some kind of recorder annnnnnd his trusty copy of Con Air. Never leave home without it. Especially when leaving home was not part of the plan.]
Hello! I'm John. I know we're supposed to brainstorm ideas up here, but I thought we might break the ice with an excellent movie.
[He pulls it out from the inside of his pillow, a DVD copy of Nick Cage's best performance.]
B.
[Well, the power in the submersible is off. And normally that wouldn't be a problem except he can't get out and god-tier his way back home. Also, smacking it with his hammer just seems like a bad idea in general. Also inconsiderate. On top of that, it was getting colder and the water was getting darker. Luckily all of these shiny fish provided a bit of light.
Still...]
This kinda sucks...
F.
[John comes back inside the base, soaked completely and looking rather miserable. Guess who attempted to blow away the storm and only made things worse for himself. Raising a thumb, he jabbed it towards his chest.
This guy.
Sniff.]
Don't go out there. It's raining cat and dog sized droplets.
ZOOSMELL POOPLORD aka, John Egbert | HOMESTUCK
[Clad in his god-tier pajamas, John walks onto the observatory with several things tucked under his arms to make the most of a brainstorming evening. Food, pillow, blanket, some kind of recorder annnnnnd his trusty copy of Con Air. Never leave home without it. Especially when leaving home was not part of the plan.]
Hello! I'm John. I know we're supposed to brainstorm ideas up here, but I thought we might break the ice with an excellent movie.
[He pulls it out from the inside of his pillow, a DVD copy of Nick Cage's best performance.]
B.
[Well, the power in the submersible is off. And normally that wouldn't be a problem except he can't get out and god-tier his way back home. Also, smacking it with his hammer just seems like a bad idea in general. Also inconsiderate. On top of that, it was getting colder and the water was getting darker. Luckily all of these shiny fish provided a bit of light.
Still...]
This kinda sucks...
F.
[John comes back inside the base, soaked completely and looking rather miserable. Guess who attempted to blow away the storm and only made things worse for himself. Raising a thumb, he jabbed it towards his chest.
This guy.
Sniff.]
Don't go out there. It's raining cat and dog sized droplets.