Master Hikaru and Master Kaoru! Your personal assisstant Botan-chan is very very very very very very sorry!!!! TToTT

That tall Mister Grinner took the most of the items that you requested for me to retrieve to you!  D:

At this moment I messaged him to return the items that he took away to you. (I hope it works TT_TT)

But! The good news is... I still got your other items that you requested from me! :D

I've got...

Mentos
Hair spray
Inductrial fan
Bleach
Twine
Blow torch

.
.
.

And....

oh... that's it...   ;_;  I forgot that Mister Grinner also took the Bolt of fabric as well...

I'm terribly sorry Master Hikaru and Master Kaoru! T_T

Please forgive me!!! TT^TT
 


Hey, blue-haired lady, what's taking you so long? We've been waiting for hours for you to get here.

Don't tell me you were eaten by the alligators. It took us too long to get this stuff; you're not allowed to be in the infirmary.
I think I'm going to go crazy up here. The birds are singing.

I suddenly have the urge to eat a lot of poultry.
>=OOOOOO!!!!
KAORU I HATE YOU!!

WHAT WAS I EVEN THINKING?! I BET THAT DAMN PHONE NEVER HAD SIGNAL IN THE FIRST PLACE!!
AND NOW I CAN'T FIND MY WAY BACK!!!
Oh, yea, I LET THEM RIP YOUR UNDERWEAR TO SHREDS, SHREDS!!!!
So take that!

Now where the heck am I? >=x

M-my jacket. What do the monkeys want with a jacket?

And my tie, as well! What next, my shoes?!

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I WAS JOKING.

I suppose it's really my fault for not watching my clothes while they dried, but--

MY UNDERWEAR, TOO?!

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Why am I so bad at this? I can do anything I put my mind to but Kaoru's too quick! And he keeps tricking me! I'm such an IDIOT. GRRR I'm so mad!! Little captain... do you think you could teach me how to aim? I only have one more day and I want to get him at LEAST once!!
Hey, Kyoko. No hard feelings, right? ♥ All's fair in love and war.

Sorry about leaving you near that tree, by the way. I'm afraid I just haven't got the upper body strength to drag you someplace nicer.

And the moral of this story is; never trust the enemy.
I have got to stop accidentally poking myself with these dar

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Miss Kyoko moved into Hopseed Hovel last evening with Mister Kaoru and explained that I could sleep inside Snowdrift again. I do appreciate not having to remain on guard from predators while I try to sleep so it was a very nice repose. Miss Chacha joined Mister Ryuiichi, Mister Watanuki and I and we all painted for a while before dinner and then bed. Mister Ryuiichi also serenaded us and I must say his voice is unlike any I have ever heard. And such a strange song style. Not quite as strange as Miss Kyoko's chicken song but it was unique in a wholly different way. I understand they use drums and a western instrument called a keyboard as musical backup to his style. I had no idea a personality could change quite so drastically when performing although I have been told I sometimes do something similar. I can understand how Lady Kaoru felt now when I fought with Jin-e.

Miss Chacha sleepwalked and ended up in my bed an hour into the evening. There really isn't room for two full sized people in one bed but she would not let me leave. Miss Chacha you should try sleeping with a stuffed animal. Perhaps Mister Ryuiichi would lend you his bunny for a night to see if you can sleep on your own?

Never-the-less when I woke this morning Lady Kyoko was in my bed in Miss Chacha's place and I fear my hearing has not been normal since. I assure you, Lady Kyoko, I had nothing to do with this change. I cannot imagine how you and Miss Chacha returned to your own cabins and I heard nothing at all. Normally I am much more aware of things happening around me even while asleep. It is quite distressing to be so caught off guard.

Mister Ryuiichi, I have a feeling we may be working on the chair without Lady Kyoko's assistance as she seemed to go into shock before running away to the other cabin. I really have never had such an effect on people. It saddens me.

Mister Ryuiichi wanted to know what I looked like so here is my painting from last evening. I fear I am not much of an artist. But at least you can see general shapes. You should post yours as well, all of you.

Mister Watanuki, thank you for finding the watercolors at the Trading post. They are a great deal like Sumi-e paint but slightly thinner, it was nice to use something I was more accustom to. So many vibrant colors, however, I am NOT used to.
It has been quite an eventful few days on the Island. First Lady Kyoko presented a most enthusiastic dance in her Bo costume. Some of us joined in for a while and were treated to her joy at the exercise. Mister Lee appears to have made it to the village just in time for the entertainment. Lady Kyoko seems to have overtaxed herself but I understand Mister Kaoru has been assisting her in her troubles.

Sometime during this Mister Watanuki was kidnapped by some of the local wildlife and we only discovered his situation after the fact. Mister Kurapika and I traversed the river in search of him and finally found him amongst his new crocodile friends. They seem very friendly with him, but I am afraid my hakama are in tatters after our rescue attempt. I fear I may have lost them altogether had it not been for Mister Kurapika's ingenious use of a very large stick. It seems the crocodiles enjoy fetching. We made off with Mister Watanuki during the ensuing stampede for the stick.

I fear one of the animals is staking out the camp, please take care when wandering, all of you.

A few cuts and bruises later and a visit to the infirmary and we are much better for it. The nurses there are quite good, I think Doctor Takani would enjoy learning from them. The healing touch is something wonderful indeed. Upon returning to the cabin I witnessed Lady Kiryuu being bodily thrown from the Latrines and I must say, she received some height. I admire her determination. She seems unwilling to ask for help even when it is offered so I shall leave her unless she loses consciousness.

I think I should check on Mister Watanuki to be certain he is recovering well.
Ohhhh gooood I feel awful. Those of you who didn't show up have only earned a VERY BRIEF REPRIEVE. I have no voice. And I feel like I'm going to throw up. But I swear if I see one of you, I'll throw up right on you and it'll serve you right. I neeeed honey and daikon... but. I. can't. move. I can't even get onto the bed. So I'm laying on the floor in the middle of my cabin.

Kaoru your dance was fun and I still want to be your friend but I'm not sure I have the stamina you thought I did. I hurt all over.

The wood is so nice and cool...
Tomorrow I'll be doing the Chicken Dance on top of the boat house. I found a ladder that leads to the roof and it's flat so I won't fall and die. Anyway, I welcome everyone to come watch and maybe even dance a long! Kaoru taught it to me and I understand it's a fun party dance! I've never seen anyone dance like it but I agree that it is fun! So please come by even just for a little while.

If you don't I'll come to your cabin at night, tie you to the bed and sing the pony song RIGHT IN YOUR EAR! With a megaphone. Because I don't know if I can sing for longer than an hour and a half and I already know the stone guy can't come. It would be better for us all if you could try to cooper-ate. Besides it'll be fun!

Noon! BOAT HOUSE! Be there.

It's like a party!

I see some of you have enjoyed your venture into attempted mass-murder, cross-dressing, bondage, and hypothetical polygamy.  How I wish I was there to witness the havoc!

 Instead, I have resided in a cave for the past five days.  Believing that both the narcolepsy and laughing fits were gone, and I saw no harm in continuing my search for the Island.  Perhaps scaling the cliffs so soon after my recovery from the laughing fits was a misstep.  I woke at the mouth of a cave to someone singing, or to be more precise, somethings singing.  Gaudy pastel sea horses.

 I soon learned that every time a living thing falls into the water at this section of the cliffs, they rescue it while singing a song for an excruciating minute and a half, telling it to “count upon the sea ponies.”  I present you with a recording of this monstrosity.  Yesterday, a tribe of lemmings arrived at the edge of the cliff.  Are you aware how maddening it is to endure that song EVERY time those heinous rodents push one of their own off the precipice?!  


Trying to kill them has proven fruitless without a weapon sufficient for the task.  When I dispatch one of these blasted creatures with a rock, there are two to replace their fallen comrade.  I once grabbed one and threatened to use as a human… pony-fish?... shield in order to gain leave.  Again, numbers proved the victor, and I was “rescued” and again treated to the Sea Pony Song.  I trust that the sea pony population isn’t inexhaustible, but killing them one by one has become tedious for the moment.  No, the best recourse is to leave, and I will later exterminate them all at my leisure.

However, every time I try to leave, some force of nature prevents me from escaping.  I began to climb back up the cliff, only to have a rockslide hinder my ascent.  Even the rockslide right over their cove did not exterminate them!  When I try to swim to another portion of the island, the pastel monstrosities block my way.  On the other hand, I was able to steal one of the oars they use as props in their musical number.

At last, they are asleep.  I can finally make my escape.

Oh, and Island, you can take your beef jerky and shove it up your arse!

I'm going to kill you Gin! Kill you, kill you, kill you! Did you have to tie me from a damned tree?! HUH?! You even left me there for a whole day!! I had to wait for Kenshin to wander by and finally untie me!! You two new people are no better than he is also! They just walked by and left me there! That stupid carrot head even laughed at me! Why do I have no recollection of what happened, either? There's also this big lump on my head... what did you hit me with, Gin?! I hate you! I can't believe I have to live in the same cabin as you! The island is a jerk! I hate hate hate hate it more than anything! AND WHY IS THERE A GHOST HANGING OUTSIDE OUR WINDOW?! She keeps glaring at Gin. GAH, now she's pretending to slit my throat! I want to go home!! YUKO I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR SENDING ME HERE!!

Oh... and apparently a new game started...it's sounds like a really stupid game too. Who plays truth or dare anymore? Whatever I guess I have to ask someone...

Kenshin, truth or dare?
Miss Chacha, right, Mister Watanuki and I all went out searchin' for Mister Kaoru last evenin'. Miss Chachan 'as been right excited ever since 'avin' breakfast wiv Lady Kyoko. We spent a long time searchin' and Miss Chacha fell asleep so Mister Watanuki and I took turns carryin' 'er. We finally stumbled across 'im this mornin', right, he'd been farffer from the river than we'd imagined.

The deer are tenacious. Me kimono is ripped again, poor fin'. I 'ad ter ask Mister Kaoru ter jump from the chuffin' tree once I drove them hammer and tack a wee. I'm a wee 'urt that 'e seemed ter ffink I wouldn't cotch 'im. I'll get out me spoons.

Neverffeless, we made it hammer and tack to the village before sunrise, init?

I discovered, yesterday, the bloody most amazin' device in us cabin. It is a large box (of the size yer might ship a vase overseas) that lights up wen yer turn it on and wee blokes move inside like movin' photographs! Oi! Miss Chacha insisted on wotchin' a painted moovee called Oliver and Company. She seen the chuffin' dog and kitten on the bloomin' cover and began shoutin' Riiya-kun over and over. The pictures tell a story and move and dance and singg. It truly were amazin'. The blokes 'oo made it must also be right creative in uvver ways as well because they 'ad strange fast movin' carriages wiv no 'orses ter move them at all and them dog and bone devices in normal 'ouseholds. Cor blimey guv, would I lie to you? There were buildings as well, built far up into the sky.
So after being dive-bombed by a pelican, having half my things stolen by a mob of monkeys Kyouya's going to kill me; most of those hair clips were Club property, and my dress torn up by whatever those things were, I think it's time to admit that this probably isn't a dream. And if it is, I need to congratulate myself on being so convincing.

Since I've come to terms with reality, would anyone mind telling me how to get away from the deer-things at the bottom of this tree, before they find a way to come up here and eat me?
...Wow. Okay, so apparently Renge can hit hard when it means getting a guy into a dress.

Do people usually dream when they've been knocked out? Because I have to say that this is the weirdest dream I've ever had, including that one with Tono and the watermelon staircase.

Why do I always get stuck with the weird delusions? They don't even mean anything. It's just a bunch of random stuff, like that tree that I swear wasn't there before.

...Eh, I guess the only thing to do is wait to wake up. Why doesn't my subconscious believe that Pacman should be on this laptop? I hope they don't do anything too bad to me while I'm sleeping. Last time, I woke up without any socks on, and Hikaru's hair clip was missing. We still don't know who took those. Who would want a pair of socks, anyway?

Gah. Why do my dreams have to be so boring? There aren't even any good games on this thing. You'd think that it'd at least have Minesweeper or something. I suppose it's better than dreaming about being number six and being terrified of seven, but still. These things are supposed to be entertaining.

If I knew that this would happen, I would've just let the fangirls put the dress on me while I was awake. Which raises a good point--why am I still in the dress, when I'm asleep? I want a refund on my subconscious, it's obviously faulty if it's coming up with stuff like this. It could've given me a dream-Hikaru, at the very least.

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