[Open RP] Because the mun is both a dork and forgetful

[livingaustria.livejournal.com]

So Austria kinda got distracted by books. Lots of books. Meaning he hardly left the library for two weeks.

Meaning he was only just catching up on his news, after a shower and a proper meal of course.

Looking for the country's oldest murderess: well, maybe if they had examined her right last time, she'd still be in prison.

Delaying a loan to bail out Greece: well, if he'd stop daydreaming and playing with his cats maybe he wouldn't need to be bailed out.

The far right (read: anti-immigrant) party is popular, even among the younger voters. Austria sighed. When it comes to immigration, no country won.

What's this? Austria's first Formula One constructor's team, Red Bull Renault, has won its first Constructor's Championship? How on earth did he miss this?

While Austria was not prone to loud displays of joy, he couldn't keep the grin off his face.

[[Yes, this whole post was for that F1 part. I...kinda forgot I played Austria and that Red Bull is technically an Austrian team, okay?!]]

Compy and Chocolate... open to all!

[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

((The Master's video game preferences inspired by the wonderful Raven Aorla. Go read a few of her fics. The post will still be here when you get back, I promise!))


Even the Master needs a break from planning to take over the world, and video games were a welcome distraction. Once he'd found out about the computer room (Maddie had certainly been chatty, but in a far more useful manner than some human females) he'd sought it out right away, and had commandeered two of the systems. On one monitor, tiny computer sprites who worshiped him as a god were at war with each other, and on the other, a green scaly monster was rampaging through the complex city he'd spent the morning constructing. That was the most beautiful thing about building things up; getting to see them all come crashing down.

And, of course, playing video games required munchies. The box of truffles that lay so invitingly open on a nearby table otherwise occupied by... were those really dot matrix printers? had been quite tempting.

Really, too tempting. It wasn't until eating his third, which tasted of a fruit that had never set root in Earth soil, that he realized what a mistake he'd made. And by then it was far too late. Having been overcome by a rather giddy and voluble mood, he'd ignored one game and shut down the other in favor of the local intranet.

But you'll need to look to the comments to read what he had to say.

[[ETA: Yes, it's those sorts of chocolates. The ones that only the n00bs and the thrillseekers go near. Your choice of temporary magical effect!]]

Owl to the Doctors

[rose-of-powell.livejournal.com]

After her computer posts with "Carl Norman" Rose hurried back to her dormitory in a rage. The cool air calmed her, however, and she decided to do another thing first. She hurried to the owlery and quickly copied out two identical notes.

Doctor - There's this bloke called Carl Norman, and he's saying he's another Time Lord. He's mad as hell and sick and evil, and is there something we should do? And can you just tell me the whole story about the Time War? I really need to know

Love, Rose

After a few seconds of deliberation and crossing-out, she sent them off, and then returned to the room to sulk and rage by herself.