justwantsafety: (peeking)
Effects: Happiness and contentment. ♥ ...and then it devolves into a whole lot of confusion and doubt.


A darkened room. A view of the ceiling. Light blue paint, and spots of pale yellow, the kind that should glow in the dark, visible near the tiny slivers of the early morning sun barely peeking in over the curtains' tops, a strong yellow that turns the blue into green. The spots are stars, if anyone recognizes the patterns -- the Big Dipper, Draco, Cassiopeia, the Little Dipper with a light bulb where Polaris should be, the fixture taken out and replaced with a smaller dome just for that reason. Around the dreamer, soft sheets. Warmth. Someone else's warmth, and soft skin, a body's welcome weight on the dreamer's arm.

Don't worry, it's G-rated, just cut for length. :) )


Harley pulled the Dreamberry out from under the pillow again, now finally awake. He pushed himself up to sitting, freeing himself of his sheets, his expression somewhere between confused beyond belief and stressed out.

"Abel? Rise?" He looked over to his bedroom door, unaware that the Dreamberry had broadcast anything, not thinking about it yet as he wiped his eyes and made a halfhearted effort to brush his wild orange hair back with a hand before getting up to peek out into the hall. Confirming what house he was in, at least, he went back to the bed to sit down again, not paying any attention to how he rubbed at the faintly-glowing mark on the back of his left hand.

In a whisper to himself, obviously not expecting anyone else to hear him, "What the hell was that?"

((For those curious: the ringtone would be the Rainbow Connection. I could not resist. ♥))
justwantsafety: (being serious)
*shortly after this video went out -- as in, who knows, maybe an hour or two later, if that -- Harley makes another open video call to Somarium. He's in front of his house, wearing a fresh tee, no bloodstains on it this time, and he's in a great mood.*

Hey, everyone -- I caught a sand shark a while ago, and I have more than I can probably eat right now. And I don't have all that huge a freezer in the cellar... and some people already seem interested... so if you want to try some shark meat, Hakkai and I going to be cooking it at my house. It's really good.

*he fiddles with the Dreamberry for a second -- and a map overlays the screen to point out his cottage's location to people who're interested*

It's going to be in the back yard... and I tied my scarf up on the porch so you know it's the place. *points the camera to his front door -- indeed, a gray scarf is tied around one of the porch's railings, a splash of green paint brightly visible on the fabric.* Just come around the house and say hi, okay?



((OOC: Yes, this is backdated. Does this mean new chars joining after when it's backdated to shouldn't see it? Heck no. In fact, if you join a week after this but still feel like hopping in, that's great. Let's time paradox this, y/y? :)

Log is here! ))
justwantsafety: (neutral)
*Harley's in his kitchen, a thick book on the counter near him, and although he's washed up a bit, he's still got a bit of dust, and some blood, on his t-shirt. He looks to be unharmed, though -- it isn't his.*

*a slight frown to himself, flipping the thick book closed again as he looks up to the Dreamberry camera*

All right... This book isn't helping. Does anyone know how to cook up a sand shark, from that desert outside the city?

*guess who managed to hunt a baby sand shark thing!*
justwantsafety: (drama1)
(((Optional as always) Effects: Mild annoyance, being unimpressed with no real interest, and then he's just squicked and definitelyannoyed.
Notes: It is entirely up to you whether your character sees anything on the laptop screen at all, and to what degree they can make it out, and ditto for the sounds that go with it. (Maybe a viewer can be totally disappointed that they saw/heard nothing but lame music, despite Harley's reaction to it?) The game here is, don't name the thing that squicked Harley. Why? Because one, it's like the Room With A Thing game: you can refer to it all you want, so long as you don't get specifically descriptive enough to narrow it down. And two, I have no idea what it is yet that disturbed him, so I'm just going to leave it open. XD All I know is, it very much isn't "vanilla."

Also, Harley's missing his black Atma mark on the back of his left hand in this dream, and it's in first-person view as always. ♥

Warnings: Mild language. SFW?))

I know silicone when I see it. They're fake. )

*snuffs, peeking up confusedly from his heap of pillows and blankets, not sure what to make of any of that yet.*

....

*yeah, no comment. So lost here. And so very, very disturbed.*
justwantsafety: (Default)
((Dream effects: Uncertainty and a bit of confusion, mostly, but some measure of contentment, too, and embarrassment.
OR: Interactive for the event/moon phase this week. Come in and help pretty up the little pony? ♥
Style: Either. And please mark as viewing or jumping in, yes? :D ))


Harley sat, looking down at the furry, pink rug over the linoleum floor. He barely saw it, even as he lowered his nose nearly down to it, exhaling a sigh in a snuff out through his nose, almost a snort, and sulked.

Something about this just wasn't right.

Harley, Rise's bathroom, and pink bows. You know you want this. )



((And if you don't want to do the interactive thing--))

Harley blinked, and rubbed his eyes -- and then quickly looked at his hand, turning it over. It was a hand, not a hoof again. Oh good, so that was just a dream.

...

Wait, if it was a dream, then--

...

Harley hurriedly reached over to the nightstand, grabbing the Dreamberry to shut it off. Maybe not everyone had seen that?
justwantsafety: (huh?)
((first-person POV again as usual.
Dream effects: If the writing's not clear enough: satisfaction, some fondness toward the girl (she's a friend, maybe more than that) and then great amusement. ♥
For the very observant: In his dream, his left hand is very much missing that atma mark on the back of it. Also, he's not wearing a Junkyard uniform in the dream, but regular jeans and a green tee, like he's been doing in Som for a while now.))




(click HERE for full view on dA ♥ I don't want to break everyone's layout with posting the huge pic here. XD)



Harley pushed the needle through the little doll's wrist again, securing the cloth to the end of the ribbon with another careful, tiny stitch. He pulled the needle through....

Cut only because I can; visible to all )

Harley sighed, the doll's little mitt and the needle hanging down over his shins to the floor as he rubbed his eyes with his hands, trying to clear his head. He glanced at the window -- it was dark out -- and frowned. How long had he been sitting there against the side of his bed, sewing? Clearly long enough for his mind to start playing tricks on him.... ugh.

And then he noticed the Dreamberry sitting on the bed near his head was on and glowing. Yeah, gonna turn that off if no one calls first. ...wait, was it just pinkish for a second there? What.
justwantsafety: (huh?)
((note: His POV as usual, and dream-effects as usual (if you want them?) which means basically, that feeling of being really focused on whatever task it is, and looking forward to the result... and then, of course, being glad at the end, when it's done. ♥

Tagging Style: either. Posting this in prose because I just feel like it. :3))


Chocolate hearts, chocolate bars, chocolate... KEYBOARDS? )

Harley shook his head, breaking his gaze away from the chocolate heart in its little box, to see what Noireau was up to. The pup was still harassing the bit of plastic, pawing at it and sending it underneath her, only to step back and try again, to the same result as before.

He set the little box back down, and looked down at the shelf just below it, where long bars sat, in goldenrod plastic wrappers, similar to the Butterfinger in the scenes just past. He reached for one of those....
justwantsafety: (._.)
((ooc: Technically, this is posted on the morning of Nov. 6th. Just fyi.))

Much like his previous video post, this one is pretty clearly an accident as well.

His Dreamberry is sitting on the coffee table, at a slight angle from having turned on when it fell out of his jeans' pocket. How does the viewer know this? His jeans are somewhat visible in the corner of the screen, and green fabric which must be his tee shirt is under that. Yeah, on the coffee table. Next to a good many bottles, now empty, that appear to have once contained alcoholic beverages, and a dark bottle that would probably be easily enough recognizable. There's an empty cake platter elsewhere on the table, as well as bowls now empty of all but a little puddle of once-was-ice-cream.

Naomi is asleep at one end of the couch, looking as comfortable in the cushions and pillows there as Harley looks using her lap as a pillow. While Naomi is dressed modestly for once in a turtleneck, Harley himself is apparently quite nude, save for his black shorts, with pieces of his gray Junkyard uniform strewn about, on the back of the couch, the floor, the coffee table... as are various articles of Rise's wardrobe. Rise herself is hugging onto him lightly while sprawled on top of him, looking quite lovely in a dress that she's arguably only half wearing.

Noireau is asleep on a recliner, tail twitching a little in her sleep, clearly the most innocent-looking person at what seems like it must've been one wild party the night before.
justwantsafety: (._.)
((ooc: through his eyes as usual. Because. And totally unfiltered as always~ ♥ ))

Cut for no better reason than because I can! )
justwantsafety: (Default)
*the camera jerks as it comes on, nudged from behind, which is probably what activated it.*

*the scene is of Abel's living room, from the point of view of the coffee table. On the table is the remnants of what might've once been a large cake, but is now so many crumbs, and one half-finished slice still on the platter, and a mostly-empty glass of juice. On the couch behind it, Abel's sleeping, still sitting up halfway. Doesn't look like he meant to fall asleep there, but he did, his own empty glass still in hand. And sleeping up against him, similarly dead to the world where he was sitting, is Harley, his overgrown, bright orange hair unmistakable, even though he's not wearing his Junkyard uniform... he's just wearing jeans and a green tee shirt, for a change.*

*the Dreamberry's camera moves just a little again, and there's a snuffling sound.... and then a puppy's paw beside the view as Noireau climbs up onto the coffee table and claims the last bites of the cake for herself while the two humans aren't paying enough attention to tell her otherwise.*

((I just know someone's going to misinterpret this. haha.))
justwantsafety: (being serious)
When: After the tunnels event, because I'm not sure how long that's running. XD
Filters: None. Visible to all since the failpony hasn't figured out filters yet!
Other: City Pass payment 1/2!

Cut for length; here there be the Junkyard and crack! )

Another bark, and he scrambled out from under the bedding, his bright orange hair a wild mess. The puppy jumped down off the bed and headed to the door, turning to wait for him with another bark, tail wagging madly.

"And you want to be let out, don't you. Okay...." He got up from the bed, grabbing the Dreamberry off the nightstand. "Didn't feel like getting Abel to do it, huh?"

Another little bark, and the Dreamberry was closed, connection finally cut.
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