game inbox.

[passengers]

FIGHT 'TIL I'M DEAD, AND THEN I'LL DO IT ALL AGAIN. text / voice / video / action.

Comments

sent to nic, tris and marco

[burnination]

[ texting a photo screencap of this text rn because oh god he's dying ]

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA

SOS

FUCK

[ dont u know, sir galahad, he is trash ]

oh my jesus

[passengers]

are you fucking kidding me

[passengers]

oh my god

[passengers]

ohhhhhhhhhhhmy godddddddddddd

[passengers]

ASK HIM ABOUT MERLIN OMG

1/3

[edification]

Hi there, I'm Davina. Nice to meet you.

2/3

[edification]

I figured I could ask Max what he said about me but he'd probably ramble and compliment me until I forgot what I was asking him about because he's weirdly charming.

So I'm going to ask you.

3/3 backdated btw

[edification]

Please tell me there's a good reason Max turned that conversation private after you asked about a three way and not a completely weird skeevy one.

Giving you both the benefit of the doubt.

ur inbox is my bitch or sommat

[edification]

[ Christmas day, Marco will be greeted by an eruption of flames at some point and a small wrapped box appearing out of thin air near him. The flames are gone as quickly as they were there, but the energy that's left behind is a very familiar Harvest Witch's.

Inside the giftbox is a necklace and a note that says Merry Christmas. ]

txt; sup. january ahoy

[saints]

I have a surprise.

And you're going to like it.

A lot.

eyyyyy

[passengers]

edible underwear?

jk this is game canon now

[burnination]

[ ATTACHMENT.JPG ]

i found king arthur, he's hot

[ and a moment later, there will be a second picture - a selfie of max grinning like a nerd and arthur looking confused and kind of offended ]

woops

[passengers]

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

WHY IS HE HOT

WHERE IS MERLIN

bc i told you i would make it happen

[burnination]

[ after talk with elliot that left max feeling a little annoyed, a little sad, but mostly confused and frustrated, he sets off to stroll around the house, feeling too tense and anxious just sitting in his room. he doesn't take sitting still for too long on a normal day, let alone a day he'd had a falling out with a friend, so remaining stationary isn't an option. though there doesn't seem much else to busy with around the house otherwise, and max is thinking he might go for a run, pulling on track shoes, a hoodie, and shorts, the sound of the front door swinging open has him peering around to see marco coming back into the house from being out somewhere.

ah. this will do.

no need to go exercising, not when he can come running around the corner of the hallway and leap onto marco like a very aggressive koala, clinging to his side at sort of an awkward angle, but at least with enough upper body strength that he can hold himself up with his arms wrapped around marco's shoulders.

hi, buddy, welcome home. ]

bless bless bless

[passengers]

[ Collision impact — Boom.

Marco catches sight of Max a beat too late, and the force of Max jumping onto him nearly knocks him clean off his feet. He steels himself the best he can manage, wobbling a little on his feet while making a comical sound at the effort required in carrying a full-grown man by the arm.

As in, clinging by the arm.

Max, what did you do. ]

Bro, what the heck, why the Australian outback treatment??? ...You okay?

text; idk some time in march i miss ur nerd

[deafens]

i miss gus he made the best curry why'd that nerd have to up + leave before he taught us how to live like actual independent adults this is the worst


speaking of gus + adulting also how do u get blood out of whites.

i miss ur nerd too 8c

[passengers]

no one else knows how to cook anymore

and he always did his laundry



have you tried baking soda and warm water?

txt. late at night -- i tried 2 do a fluff and it just went poop

[saints]

[ bitch TRY and sleep. ]

Do you think about home? At all? Ever? Even a little bit.

no poop just floop

[passengers]

sometimes? i miss marina.

lito and grace too.

what's up?

[ why are you still up he can feel your brain vibrating all the way to here ]

action

[despising]

[ Elliot has had conversations with Marco, ones he's cut short on his own terms; the Demonic makes him uncomfortable with his friendliness. Someone so rigid and sharp isn't exactly used to someone so kind and open -- it makes him nervous.

So, for the most part, Elliot avoids Marco, not in any more of an unfriendly way. Not to say that Elliot is the friendliest to begin with. He's got a resting bitch face and enough attitude to make Nicki Minaj look like a saint that Tristan would hang out with.

He also knows that Maxwell wants him to be friends with his friends for some strange reason; the German isn't subtle about it. The way he tries to wipe them off on Elliot is rather obvious and the most recent conversation was just as obvious.

Go give Marco a kiss.

Kiss him like you kiss me.

Elliot wouldn't point out that he doesn't kiss anyone else like he kisses Maxwell. Stiles is the closest, but they have their own different chemistry.

So, Marco has Max to blame for the rare sighting of Elliot, who doesn't disappear into another room of Witch Haus, no, he seeks the Demonic out on the couch and -- why yes, he does plop down in his lap like he belongs there. Despite all the aggressive nos to every flirtation, Elliot's lips find Marco's, light but no-where near shy, simply ready to pull away if he wills it.

Startling Behaviour for 500, Alex. ]

[burnination]

[ i am writing a starter, pls hold this in the mean time ]

forward dated bc i'm an ass

[deafens]

you could have told me

haha and then my hiatus happened so 2x asses

[passengers]

you know the rules.

i told you not to go.

garbage / NSFW image

[saints]

ATTATCHMENT: our_house_is_on_fire

I think I need a fireman on the scene, you feel?

[passengers]

[ he was really alarmed for a second before he realizes that a) he'd know if the house is on actual fire, and b) tris wouldn't take a fucking picture and just come down to his room yelling about it. so it has to be something else, and—

oh.

oh. ]

where are you?

probs an hr after THAT text convo

[saints]

Hey bicycle boy.

Share a spliff with me when I come back?

I'm at the corner store. Do you want to split a pint of ice cream? It's not a sundae, but maybe it's enough?

[megastress]

[passengers]

i'd love some ice cream, pls get me some

and can i sleep in your bed tonight? with you? we don't have to do anything.

LETTER OF INVITATION.

[medievals]

[passengers]

I AM HONORED TO BE INVITED, YOUR HIGHNESS

YOUR MAJESTY?

i'm gonna be there do we have to dress fancy?

first txt after coming back sup marco

[henleys]

[ attempts to send something smart and warm-hearted

u get this instead ]

how can you tell if you aged like a fine wine or a bad cheese

do you think theres a list of criteria?

ole!!!

[passengers]

[ shut up this warms his ass very nicely, it'll more than do ]

are you trying to invite your uncle for a boning or are you taking about actual cheese and wine

what's up nate-o, where have you been?

game: EUDIO

[redhott]

so this is prolly random but um
I hear you've got problems with fire too?

/fingerguns

[passengers]

oh hey hi, sup

and yeah.

please tell me you don't end up a ball of fire when banging people too because that would be depressing for both of us

[despising]

Your dad is fit.

[despising]

Satan on my free five....

[burnination]

yo so remember that time eudio was like

no demons getting in ur fine?




lol

[burnination]

u gonna go see dad?