013 - Lucky Thirteen (Experiment Start)

[mercwamouth]

[[Experiment start]]

[Experiment? What do you mean experi--]

[Why aren't I talking?]

[...]

...

[...Oh you fuckers. Fix this now or I find you and rip your vocal cords out. And then use them as shoelaces. I assume you can.]

[Great. Now I have to listen to this without the comfort of knowing everyone within earshot felt my pain.]

[Don't worry, if I find those Twins, they'll be feeling more than enough pain to make up for it.]

Comments

[madamemoiselle]

{Tilts her head}

Ne, Wade is quiet today! Is something wrong?

[mercwamouth]

[Deadpool starts flailing]

[YES! Very wrong! I don't know sign language!]

[Grasps at throat and throws out his hands]

[AND I suck at charades.]

[madamemoiselle]

{oh shit 8(} Ah? Are you choking again?

[mercwamouth]

[NO! ARGH!]

[Waves his hands]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Cat got your tongue?

[mercwamouth]

[Maybe, but I shot the cat who tried to take my gun, so that's still working.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

...still quiet. Something's wrong.

[didorothy]

[it says a lot about how Sam feels about Deadpool that he doesn't think it's that weird for Deadpool to stand around making faces]

Deadpool?

[mercwamouth]

[Here! More faces!]

[didorothy]

[Sam has decided Deadpool has definitely gone mad. Er, madder. He is now deciding if he should stay or if he should go.

Fortunately, there is no musical plot, and The Clash do not magically appear to sing his decision process out. After all, Sam is far too establishment to like The Clash.]

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[and Lucy takes a moment out of her otherwise really-not-in-a-good-place-right-now life to revel in this blissfully silent moment]

Ah, isn't that wonderful? You're much better this way, I have to say.

[mercwamouth]

[Hatehatehatehatehate...]

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[and she grins even wider. my, Deadpool, you do such wonderful things for her spirits]

Splendid! You should make a habit of this. It's particularly charming on someone like you.

[contract_star]

You stole my things, didn't you?

[mercwamouth]

[Now's not a good time. Besides it's not like it's my fault he decided to run around naked. Finders keepers.]

[contract_star]

What, not talking? I'd like them back, please.

[got-the-stones.livejournal.com]

Hey, Dead.

[mercwamouth]

[Flail]

[got-the-stones.livejournal.com]

What? Can't even say hi to me?

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

Ah, hello, Deadpool!

[mercwamouth]

[Great. The calligraphy wolf sun goddess can talk, but I can't. Totally fair.]

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

[Headtilt.] Hm? Is something wrong?

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Are you broken?

[mercwamouth]

[...Since when did we have the crazy vampire chick from "Buffy" here too?]

[Drusilla.]

[Isn't that what I said?]

[You didn't say anything. That's the problem, remember?]

[[ooc: just so you know, Dru can't read or control DP's mind. As fun as that would be, if Professor Xavier can't do it, Drusilla can't do it. Sorry :(]]

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

You are broken.

Somebody got too close to the spinning wheel, and didn't stop to think of the princess. She won't like it. You've stolen all her insides.

OOC: Ok, thanks for the warning! It'd be no fun if she could read everyone, anyway XD