Buck Testa

Sure, when the next day hits. My character isn't waking up till the day after the race. I know the race is over but I haven't got the signal that its the next day yet .

Daw it's nice to hear. I really am waiting to jump back in, I just need the signal that the next day arrived. I know the race is over.

I appreciate that, it's just really hard to think for rps with everything going on.

Give me a little bit. this week has been intense to put it lightly.

Well said. BLACK LIVES MATTER

Who's turn is it by the by

not bad not bad 8/10

Looking forward to it!

"Next we have a new head of Medicine for all of R. Corp. Dr. Prosthesis who as well asked for his photo not to be shown. A man who has Years of medical training and has proposed some great ideas to help Further our medical department." The Bar Television faded out of Ivor's attention as he stared into his latest Mug of Alcohol. He didn't know why he bothered with the stuff, his body fought off any desirably ill effects that even the hardest liqueurs would have long before they have a chance to settle in. He hated the taste of the damn stuff, and it made him smell like a drunkard. Yet it just felt right to be here drinking like this with what was going on. Especially after he had seen what John had done to himself. Every time the hero closed his eyes for even a second he could see that disturbing walking casket that his old friend had shoved himself inside of. Ivor's mask and gloves rested on the bar countertop next to his mug while he continued to chug. Veteran heroes got a pretty great discount at this dive, with the implied caveat that they were supposed to step in and break up barfights if they should break out. Preferably without property damage. Thankfully nobody was acting a fool tonight. Most civilian quirks were ill suited for combat, but that didn't stop some plastered idiot from trying to pick a fight. At the same time, he could almost use the distraction. He had legitimately thought John had just went off and died somewhere. He had been sad, sure, and he had tried to find him back when he had went missing, but eventually you just kinda have to move on with your life. Now that he was back Ivor didn't know what to think. "Hey pretty lady, where've you been all my life." Someone had walked into the Bar, and from the sounds of it, it was a woman. "Buzz off Wino, ain't nobody interested in your Snaggletooth ridden face." Ivor inwardly groaned. He knew that voice anywhere. The man who had been hitting on her took offense to that, but from the sounds of he Bar window and Neon sign getting utterly smashed to pieces by a thrown person, she seemed to have it under control. Almost immediately after the series of shattering sounds and screeching metal, a car alarm began blaring outside, flashing and blinking angrily at the intruder that had smashed on top of it's hood. "Charge the repairs to my card Dwayne, Sorry bout that." Ivor intoned out to the Bar owner who had not been surprised by what had happened at all. Dwayne had seen it happen from his view. The man had tried to tackle the woman in a fit of drunken rage, but some of her hair flashed from her tightly woven bun and wrapped around the drunk, before whipping him away into the window and his blinking OPEN sign. She looked quite peeved off until she saw Ivor sitting on the stool. "There you are Daddy! I've been looking for you! Did you see the news about that Prosthesis guy? Wasn't he your...Have you been drinking again?" "Honey I'm in a Bar." "You know I hate it when you drink daddy, your clothes take like two washes to get that stink out cause you sweat all the alcohol onto them!" "Why were you looking for me dear?" Ivor gripped the bridge of his nose and pinched it, trying to keep himself from losing his temper. "He joined a Villain group Daddy! Aren't you gonna like, go in there and knock some sense into him?" "No. Neither are you." Ivor looked over his shoulder at that last part, giving her a stern look that seemed to quell her attitude a bit. "What? Why not? Isn't he just some braniac anyway? Like I remember your stories bout him Daddy, you never said he was much of a..." "No. That is final. I do not want you going anywhere near that man or that building. Do you understand me?" His daughter looked actually concerned now at the sound in his voice. He sounded almost scared for some reason. "Daddy what's wrong?" "Come Maybelline." he stood up and put back on his mask and gloves as he looked down at his daughter, "I think I have a couple hours of patrolling in me before I turn in for the night. And no more talking about John." He had interjected the last sentence when she had tried to speak up again, wagging his finger in her face to stop her from saying anything more. That caused her to become sullen and puff out her cheeks, but she followed along behind her dad to patrol for crime, walking past the groaning man who had been thrown out of the bar window on top of the hood of a wrecked vehicle. 

Ponies are playing live action Mario Cart

No Pineapple you say? How about THIS!

Meanwhile Boulder be like