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*The admin of jims crawls out of the whole Abyss they've been in to say-*

∆We're not dead yet!∆

∆Sorry about the sudden, and long, hiatus from here. Tumblr got a little chaotic and at some point I retreated to Discord and didn't leave. We're back though and you should be seeing more Jim around soon.∆

this is the offical ‘i care’ symbol this is how it works: basically you reblog this and your followers know that you care and that they can message you about anything anon or not and you will reply back or at least look at there message. if you care about your followers please reblog

Hey, hey, oh no... you’re in the void too... Alright.. ok, here. Don’t listen to the music that may start playing or the cobra that you met. They’re hypnotizing the others and have already gotten Google and Host under their control. Be careful you two!! -Neb

"Oh no, crap, we have to help them- I trust you Neb, haven't given us a reason not to yet, and we'll try to avoid any music, but do you know any way we can help them? We need to get out of here, but we can't abandon anyone still here, controlled or not!"

°a firm nod, he looks equally distressed. Please, we can't just leave these things to use Host and Google.°

“I want to see the world… But I cannot move”

Reblog the snowman to show him the world.

*the kitten looks out the window with him. he sees the cities below with lights and snow* mew *they purr*

*it takes a second, but they pet the kitten for the first time. Soft.*

¶..Decent view today, huh?...¶

°A soft nod. Yeah. He tenses a bit at first at the contact, but relaxes to a degree after a second. The pulse benieth his skin is elevated, and he knows it.°

*Knocks on the door, a bunch of stuff in hand* CJ?

°*there’s the sounds of several locks being undone before the door opens. He’s there, and looking more than a little exhausted* Doc? Yeah come in he is in the living room- *he moves to leave a clear path, walking over to the matress on the floor*°

Light spilled softly through the windows, illuminating the house. Books lay abandoned on the coffee table, a computer left opened showed a map of some sort of forest. The room was realatively quiet, but one could hear chatter coming from the kitchen.

RJ had woken up in the mood for cookies, fresh ones at that. With nothing to stop him or an excuse to not make them, he got to work. When NJ had made his way into the kitchen- only to find RJ semi-gently whacking a bag of almonds- his ¶You could have just cut them?¶ was dismissed with a "This is more fun and it still works."

Fair enough, the Newscaster guesses.

He offered to help once he had some coffee, and the two brothers were nearly finished when CJ rolled in, hair still messy but rather pleased. Apparently he'd found a good 'spot' and could sort out almost everything by the evening. NJ had no idea what the Cameraman meant, but the Reporter grinned with a "Thanks Jim!" and CJ joined the other two in rolling out the cookie balls.

The three discussed the usual smalltalk subjects, and although it still felt a little stiff at first, it eventually turned into something less bland, and a little more tension bled away into the rhythm of making cookies and a 'who would win' discussion.

And by 'discussion' it's:

¶Sharktopus is two aquatic animals in one. They would have an even larger advantage in the water, and on an even playing field where size is /not/ a factor, they would win.¶

"I see your point, but hear this- Godzilla is not losing to a science experiment."

°Two words Jim. Atomic Breath.°

Oh. Well... that didn’t work. Now would probably be a good idea to book it- Neb

*they're already on it, sprinting through the gloom with the camera light their only shield*

*Knocks on the door, a bunch of stuff in hand* CJ?

°*there's the sounds of several locks being undone before the door opens. He's there, and looking more than a little exhausted* Doc? Yeah come in he is in the living room- *he moves to leave a clear path, walking over to the matress on the floor*°