#spvtwtg mobile

[piningpercussionist]

Poll time!

(I, personally, pronounce it Moh-Beel! We were discussing it in the discord, so I figured I'd ask on a broader scale. This will not change my mind, as a forewarning. <3)

[kitpine]

AAuugh! Sorry sorry! Sorry for calling you evil-

Please don’t eat me

What?! I'm not going to-

*Kim pinches the bridge of her nose, letting out a huff of disbelief before she continues speaking.*

Why do you think I'm going to eat you? Do you think you're more appealing than an actual, proper meal, or something? Do you know how much work would have to go into preparing you, even? Way too much! I'll stick with normal food, thanks.

[losergendered]

spvtwtg genders part 8: misc guys!

pt: spvtwtg genders part 8: misc guys! /end pt

Mobilespritic: A gender related to Mobile's sprites from Scott Pilgrim Vs The World: The Game

Otherscottspritic: A gender related to Other Scott's sprites from Scott Pilgrim Vs The World: The Game

Josephspritic: A gender related to Joseph's sprites from Scott Pilgrim Vs The World: The Game

Jimmyspritic: A gender related to Jimmy's sprites from Scott Pilgrim Vs The World: The Game

[r0bins-repert0ire]

made a dtiys of mobile because he deserves more love and i love him if you do this feel free to tag me in the post, reply to this one, or submit it to my blog, i’ll reblog them on here regardless

[piningpercussionist]

**A mysterious man, around 30 to 35, was in your living room. you found him there around midnight when you were going for a drink.** **He was in a robe, wielding nothing but a small tea cup with swirling purples and blues. he seemed to be eyeing your drum set.**

((ooc: I'm going to answer this like it's post the Blaze thread if that's alright! Since Kim moving her drums temporarily downstairs while her ceiling gets patched up makes sense to me.))

*Kim almost doesn't notice him, at first, bleary eyes blinded by the light of the fridge she'd just opened; she'd been retrieving another (disgusting) beer for herself, head too busy swimming with everything that had been happening lately to properly lull herself to sleep- or dedicate herself to worthwhile research into her condition. It's as she's turning to head upstairs again that she notices him, bottle already raised to her lips- the light of the fridge just barely catches him before it shuts itself, and she, admittedly, chokes on the drink rather immediately.*

*Swearing at herself, she tries to stop any more of the beer from trickling to the floor, wiping her bare wrist against her mouth and grimacing as wide eyes snap up from the droplets on the floor to the mystery man.*

(I think I've had it up to here with strange men appearing in my house. Who IS this guy?!)

*She's not entirely sure if she should be drawing attention to herself, but she'd rather not try and pretend there wasn't some stranger just chilling in her living room- that seemed like an even worse idea, in the scheme of things.*

Uh, can I help you? Are you... some fling of Joseph's, or something? Hollie, maybe?

(He looks a bit old for that, but hey, I don't know their tastes...)

[piningpercussionist]

**You woke up in the middle of the night, and saw purple smoke bright and colorful infesting your room. Mobile was sat on a chair, next to your bed, looking at you.** ".. Evening, Pine."

"..."

"You're really just solidifying a very cat-like vibe for yourself, to me, right now."

It's actually extremely unnerving, to wake up and see him there, though she tries not to show it; bleary eyes take him in briefly before flitting to the purple smoke that was all around them, narrowing a little against the luminosity it brought. Her hands feels around blindly on her bed for a moment before making contact with her phone, which she flips open to check the time.

"... Also, not evening. But who's ever cared about something as unimportant as that, right?"

There's no real bite to the statement, just a tired, gravely tone to her voice as she sits up fully, rubbing at her eyes. Her unexpected wake up call seems to have dampened the ire he might otherwise receive, pulling something like this.

"What's up, Mobile? Just... popping in, again?"

[piningpercussionist]

Hi

I feel like we're going to be knowing each other soon so might as well introduce myself.

But frankly I already know a bit about you.

Yet not much at the same time.

- 💠

*Kim stares at the ask for a minute, frowning in confusion.* (Who is this...?)

*Trying to shake off the small amount of anxiety the rather ominous feeling message brings, she starts in on her reply, eyes flitting between her own words, the anonymous icon, and the asker's sign-off the whole while.*

What, went through my post history or something? Hi though, I guess. I'm at a bit of a disadvantage here- an introduction generally involves an exchange of names, and given you're here, I get the feeling you already know mine... Assuming you've got no ill intentions, though, you can ask whatever, if there's gaps you want filled. I'm typically fine doing that for people...

[piningpercussionist]

ooc

I finally went back and actually beat SPVTWTG! Wooo!!! 🎉🎉🎉

I need to find my little c type to usb converter so I can rip the screenshots and clips I took off the switch,,, then we can have a gif of Kim's fucking stomp finally

Maybe her special technique you can get from Mobile; I don't remember if I recorded that or not but I would like it, perhaps

Also. On the subject of Mobile...

Why is Stacey in his house?? Or in a house with an additional room that leads to him that's labeled "Mobile's Secret House."

Because WALLACE is OUTSIDE the house... with JIMMY. (Also Other Scott and Joseph are there, but they're a little off to the side.)

H m m m m . . .

[piningpercussionist]

... a Nymph? Julie's a nymph?

*She looks up at him as best she can, but puts her head back down, frowning. The heat was causing sweat to bead up along the back of her neck, and she wasn't enjoying the feeling; she'd rather keep her head forward, for now, scanning Subspace for signs of life or terrain.*

... I guess you did mention vines before. Not sure what else I could associate with those, off the top of my head. Dryads, maybe? Although... that's just a type of nymph, isn't it?

(Guess I'll keep an eye out for greenery, then.)

But, yeah. Fingers crossed. At the very least, I hope we see something cool and not terrifying, should this all be a bust. Oh! Or we pass through some rich guy's head, and gain blackmail material. That could be fun...

Continued from: https://www.tumblr.com/piningprecussionist/743328441573801984/eh-dont-worry-about-showing-blaze-or-whatever

He followed her in, it wasn’t like how he expected or was used to.

I’ve only been to subspace once..uh, long story but, scotts even older self had some beef and tried to kill everyone I think? It was on opening night of my play! Still wanna kick him for it.

The demon girls stuck close by Matthew, with Macaron glaring daggers into Kim

( @piningprecussionist )

[piningpercussionist]

“MKIM”

“Fuck”

“KIM (ignore the first message)”

“I think im back at scotts???”

“All I know is that im back in my cabinet with my lack of a roommate”

“I should get a new roommate”

“Oh hey are you and ramona dating now I heard you two kiss good (I was trapped like right next to ramona I think???? I couldn’t see at all)”

-🐇 (She’s very tired and wish she went to bed earlier)

Kim taps her fingers anxiously against the couch she is seated on, feeling particularly tense.

It's the next morning, and she is... very tired.

After she'd answered the texts from last night, she'd look down to find Ramona passed out on the floor beneath her; while amusing, it had proven to be an ordeal getting her back to her house, and Kim had probably made a good few enemies marching straight through the party stragglers making her exit.

That was neither here or there, however; because, now, here she was, waiting for whenever Ramona would wake up and come downstairs.

Her back ached horribly, having opted not to just sleep in Ramona's bed. She'd wanted to, but it was a bit much for how many GUT POINTS she'd already spent.

Her eyes flick over to her phone as it vibrates, and after a slight pause, she takes it, flipping it open to read and respond.

I... Don't know? I'll get back to you on that.

Uh

Sorry if you heard all that, then

Yeesh

That's embarrassing.

Glad you got back to... Scott's cabinet I guess. Is it even hospitable though?

She snaps her phone shut and puts it back down where it was before, placing her head in her hands to sit and playback the night before.

(... there's no heterosexual explanation for that, Kim. You're not blaming the booze this time.)

She lets out a frustrated groan before planting her face against the cushions, wrapping her arms around her head.

(She's not running. Yet. So you don't get to run either, you absolute fucking moron. You made this mess.)

There is a moment of silence in her head.

(... do I need to say something to Scott? Like apologize or something? Fuck...)

[piningpercussionist]

SO estatic to have your approval,, an honor, truly,,,

good morning gay people is this anything

[piningpercussionist]

Oh. Good, then; I love a good fire.

.... But, uh, no? To be fair- why would I have picked something like that up to read, on title alone? Did it have a particularly striking blurb on the back, or something? Some killer opening?

You heard a crashing sound from above, then another, and BAM!

Matthew patel be upon ye! Still smoking from just how fast he went through the roof

Kim Pine!

-❤️🖤

*Hearing the first crash, a cold chill goes down Kim's spine, and on instinct she quickly scrambles away from her desk, leaping behind her kit in a mad dash for her drumsticks. When the second comes, she flinches, spinning so quickly that she has to catch herself on the wall to avoid falling back and cracking her head against it. Wide eyed, she stares at Matthew Patel, feeling a little ill as her heart races violently in her chest.*

Oh God, not again- Wasn't one of you winning enough?! I'm not even da-

Wait.

DID YOU JUST CRASH THROUGH HOLLIE'S ROOM?!

*She looks up at the hole in horrified disbelief, a wave of dread washing over her.*

Oh God, Hollie's gonna fucking kill me... and this isn't even my fault.... (Well, she'll get to kill me if I live through this, anyway.)

What the HELL do you want?!

[piningpercussionist]

Varied and numerous.

*She says it with an indifferent tone, but there's a bit of an odd, small smile on her face, before her eyes narrow and she leers at the counter.*

Primarily, that he's an idiot. Secondarily, that he's a smug, lucky bastard.

I'd quite like to knock him around some, most days. I assume since you brought him up, you feel similarly, there?

..

Girl drummer

I am, former girl drummer

Hi.

- Noel Welsh 💥🎶🥁

ooc: despite the setting I have chosen, Kim is Not Drunk here; she's just gotten to the bar as you've approached her, in my mind

Stellar opening. Five of five stars. Congratulations, I guess? You've narrowly avoided a very harrowing encounter.

*Kim's voice is dry as she sets down her bottle, rubbing the bridge of her nose before she spins around on the bar stool to actually look at who's approached her.*

*She looks him up and down for a moment, brow raised.*

I have a name, you know. Suspect you do, too. Generally what people offer, in an introduction.

*Grabbing her bottle back off the counter behind her, she takes a long swig from it before resting it in her lap, tapping her fingers along the neck of it.*

It's Kim. Kim Pine. And you are...?

[matthewpatelaskbox]

//ooc

I say BOTH wheres ur god now

Poll time!

(I, personally, pronounce it Moh-Beel! We were discussing it in the discord, so I figured I'd ask on a broader scale. This will not change my mind, as a forewarning. <3)

[piningpercussionist]

She nearly chokes on her drink at that, though she tries her best to play it off. She looks away from him, frowning at the floor as the ache in her chest returns in full force.

"I... thanks."

She swallows thickly, before deciding to tilt her head back and down the rest of her tea. She only grimaces a little, feeling like she's let it go to waste with her hasty chugging. She suddenly finds herself needing to be in her room, though- alone. Or as alone as she can be, with the hole that lets Hollie stare straight down into her space.

"It's been real nice chatting with you, Mobile. Maybe we should see eachother another time. When I'm a bit more rested..."

She walks over to set her cup down on the coffee table, giving him a small wave as she pulls back from it.

"Goodnight. And good luck with whatever mischief I feel like you'll be getting up to, today."

With that, she spins around, intent on marching up the stairs as quickly as she could. I think I need to smoke, maybe. Sorry, Hollie...

**A mysterious man, around 30 to 35, was in your living room. you found him there around midnight when you were going for a drink.** **He was in a robe, wielding nothing but a small tea cup with swirling purples and blues. he seemed to be eyeing your drum set.**

((ooc: I'm going to answer this like it's post the Blaze thread if that's alright! Since Kim moving her drums temporarily downstairs while her ceiling gets patched up makes sense to me.))

*Kim almost doesn't notice him, at first, bleary eyes blinded by the light of the fridge she'd just opened; she'd been retrieving another (disgusting) beer for herself, head too busy swimming with everything that had been happening lately to properly lull herself to sleep- or dedicate herself to worthwhile research into her condition. It's as she's turning to head upstairs again that she notices him, bottle already raised to her lips- the light of the fridge just barely catches him before it shuts itself, and she, admittedly, chokes on the drink rather immediately.*

*Swearing at herself, she tries to stop any more of the beer from trickling to the floor, wiping her bare wrist against her mouth and grimacing as wide eyes snap up from the droplets on the floor to the mystery man.*

(I think I've had it up to here with strange men appearing in my house. Who IS this guy?!)

*She's not entirely sure if she should be drawing attention to herself, but she'd rather not try and pretend there wasn't some stranger just chilling in her living room- that seemed like an even worse idea, in the scheme of things.*

Uh, can I help you? Are you... some fling of Joseph's, or something? Hollie, maybe?

(He looks a bit old for that, but hey, I don't know their tastes...)

[piningpercussionist]

Kim watches him sit as she keeps sipping away, rolling over what she should do here in her head. Ultimately, she wasn't feeling especially concerned anymore- and it wasn't like she had the energy (or ability, point-blank,) to force him out or something; especially given she didn't know how he got in to begin with. She taps her fingers against the side of her cup.

"I think... unless you had things you wanted to discuss, I might head back upstairs after I finish this, if that's alright. I've had a long, long day... and I think I'm either going insane or I genuinely trust that things will be fine if I leave you down here, maybe... If you need our couch for the night, I don't think my roommates have early shifts tomo- today," She corrects herself with a bit of annoyance, shaking her head. "... so you'd probably be fine if you actually slept instead of just taking a nap or something. If you've been staying somewhere, or are hopping back to the future after this though, obviously disregard."

"Or don't. Doesn't really matter to me."

**A mysterious man, around 30 to 35, was in your living room. you found him there around midnight when you were going for a drink.** **He was in a robe, wielding nothing but a small tea cup with swirling purples and blues. he seemed to be eyeing your drum set.**

((ooc: I'm going to answer this like it's post the Blaze thread if that's alright! Since Kim moving her drums temporarily downstairs while her ceiling gets patched up makes sense to me.))

*Kim almost doesn't notice him, at first, bleary eyes blinded by the light of the fridge she'd just opened; she'd been retrieving another (disgusting) beer for herself, head too busy swimming with everything that had been happening lately to properly lull herself to sleep- or dedicate herself to worthwhile research into her condition. It's as she's turning to head upstairs again that she notices him, bottle already raised to her lips- the light of the fridge just barely catches him before it shuts itself, and she, admittedly, chokes on the drink rather immediately.*

*Swearing at herself, she tries to stop any more of the beer from trickling to the floor, wiping her bare wrist against her mouth and grimacing as wide eyes snap up from the droplets on the floor to the mystery man.*

(I think I've had it up to here with strange men appearing in my house. Who IS this guy?!)

*She's not entirely sure if she should be drawing attention to herself, but she'd rather not try and pretend there wasn't some stranger just chilling in her living room- that seemed like an even worse idea, in the scheme of things.*

Uh, can I help you? Are you... some fling of Joseph's, or something? Hollie, maybe?

(He looks a bit old for that, but hey, I don't know their tastes...)