call_me_spooky: (Will you STOP that?)
This again? If I suffer through enough of them, do I get a prize of some sort?

I wouldn't even bother, except-- what if...

It's worth the annoyance, for the slim chance.


Hit me. Just not literally. I'm sick of the damn hospital.






[ooc; he has no fourth wall at the best of times |D do whatcha like. <33]
call_me_spooky: (It's remotely plausible)
[Accidental Audio]

Oh, yes.

[There's a soft cracking noise. And another, after an achingly long pause, followed by an incoherent little moan of ecstasy.]

God I hope someone takes you up on that. Soon...

[Crack. Crack. He laughs. It's a throaty, dark little sound, born of decidedly unwholesome pleasure. This is not a family show, kids. Sry.]




[ooc; you could (rightfully) accuse him of many perversions, but more than anything else he's kind of a voyeur. :/ Mulder is sitting alone in his room, reading other people's pervy posts, and cracking sunflower seeds ecstatically. Canon x-philes feel free to tease him about the choking thing xP but i don't have the heart]
call_me_spooky: (Hope you brought your cowboy boots!)
I've seen this one before, I think.

All right, say whatever you've got to say.


[ooc: He's from season 6, but idc if you spoilz him really. :/ whatever, go nuts~!]
call_me_spooky: (An act of faith)
ExpandPrivate | Easily Hackable Due to Curse )

Something's up today, but I'm not sure what. Speaking of which... considering the new City guide (guides? I know at least one person was planning to write one, and at least one other person already has,) I wonder if it would be beneficial to try and compile a list of them? Obviously we can't document everything, and some of them are tricky to identify... but it might give new arrivals a better idea of what to expect.

Think it's worthwhile? And, would anyone be interested in contributing to the project?


ExpandHoroscope : Your Negative Side )

[ooc: SOB I LOVE THIS HOROSCOPE. *_____* Anyway. Waay back when with the Mardi Gras curse, Mulder went out and slept with... random NPC chick #5, I guess... annnnd is now preoccupied with that re: his horoscopey emotional isolation blah blah blah. :3 FEEL FREE TO HACK HIM.]
call_me_spooky: ([Young] I know I should be afraid)
...Mom? Dad?

...Sam?

Where am I?



[ooc: have a leetle Fox :3 no clue where he is. He's about twelve or thirteen-ish, so, post-Sam's abduction. not that he wants to talk about that. And err. feel free to backdate on this since i didn't get it up til late. |D]
call_me_spooky: (It's remotely plausible)
I feel...

Weird.

[ooc: LET'S PRETEND I DON'T SUCK AND POSTED THIS EARLIER ORZ. backdating get. Mulder - Lust, ahaha. Somebody sleep with him plox.]
call_me_spooky: ([S] Just felt like the thing to do)
[Accidental Voice Post]

[There's the sound of rustling sheets, and then a yawn. A feminine yawn. Which is enough to alert the yawner that something's wrong.]

Oh, not again...

[Except that's not just a feminine voice, that's a particular feminine voice. There's a little more rustling as he-- er, she-- hops up to confirm the suspicion that this is even more awkward than last time.]

...oh, come on, really?



[ooc: ffft imagine this was up, um. more in the morning. bodyswapped with Scully >D]
call_me_spooky: ([curse] Born in anarchy)
Question of the day: where are my pants? This samurai getup wouldn't be too bad if it fit, but my ankles are freezing.

In other news... It's worth mentioning that even though my partner has lost her mind memory and doesn't seem to mind what she's wearing, I'm pretty sure she does still know how to use her gun, so it might not be a good idea to mess with her.

[ooc: switched with [livejournal.com profile] crossshapedscar ^^]
call_me_spooky: (Monsters? I'm your boy.)
...Yup.

This is a new one.

I'm not wearing heels. I don't care if I am short.

[ooc: Cerys Matthews, because it's tradition, idek um.. why not. xD Long story. ahaha. ilu poly. have a girl!Mulder.]
call_me_spooky: ([curse] duck duck goose)
i call foul play

nopjun intnded

the beer thig, now thisd

THIS IS BEXACTLY HOW THEY MAAKE GOOSE LIVEER PATE.
call_me_spooky: (If I... shoot him...)
I had the weirdest dream last night...

I think, for some reason, I had grown a beard.

ExpandChriiistmas gifts~ )
call_me_spooky: (When zombies try to eat people)
[Accidental Voice Post]

[Several shots are fired; Mulder shouts unintelligibly. There are muffled sounds of a struggle, which after a moment recede into the background, accompanied by sharp, uneven footfalls as he runs his sorry ass away.

For a moment there's only heavy breathing.]


Shit.

[Fabric rustling, followed by a soft click. Mulder laughs-- a desperate sound, not a humorous one.]

This is arguably the worst time to run out of ammo...

[ /Voice Post ]

[ooc: Mulder got caught up in a fight and bitten, aaand although he was going to be a noble ass and shoot himself before he went zombie, I said no. >D If you'd like to encounter zombie!Mulder feel free to actioncomment?~ He'll be wandering around the City in search of food.]
call_me_spooky: (Woman get back in here)
Oh god, seriously? Mistletoe?

[OOC: WHO WANTS TO MAKE OUT WITH MULDER? :D :D Male, female, human, otherwise, all comers are welcome. I mean, not in his opinion, but tough luck for Fox. Feel free to assume you did and/or actionspam if you prefer~~]
call_me_spooky: (Default)
Dear Santa,
I want Christmas to pass without any crazy and/or embittered ghosts trying to use pop-psychology crap to force my partner and I into a festive murder-suicide pact. That would definitely help. I mean, on one hand it was awesome, because
there were definitely ghosts there and I'm not the only one who saw them, but on the other hand, she shot me.

I want sunflower seeds. That's an easy one.

I want to know the truth. About everything.

I want Scully to show up here, because after the City she'd never think
I was crazy again.

I want my action figure to be cooler next time. Maybe laser eyes? I think laser eyes would be pretty awesome.

I want... well, okay, aside from the ghosts-murder-suicide thing, I'd like this Christmas to be like last Christmas.


I'd normally call it an exercise in futility to write a letter to Santa, but who knows? The fat man in the red suit wouldn't be a huge surprise here. I don't know. I was never the sort to leave milk and cookies out as a kid, and our parents weren't the sort to convince us that we ought to. And... well.

Here's a request that doesn't require magic reindeer or obese men, which might be for the best since we don't have a chimney, anyway: Who can tell me something about this City's mysterious clock, other than the fact that the ticking is a major pain in the ass? Why's it here? What does it do? I'm curious.
call_me_spooky: (Life in plastic-- it's fantastic!)


I don't even get a kung-fu grip or shoot nerf projectiles or anything. I feel like I'm missing out.

...And my badge keeps falling off.
call_me_spooky: (One more pun and I pull out my gun.)
Okay. That whole David Duchovny thing? Disregard it. Never heard of him. Never met him. Not him. Yes, I know, look like him, I really don't want to hear it because it's pretty damn creepy.

But what the hell is going on today? People are shouting about aliens and invasions and, uh, what?

Seriously, guys, what's going on today?

[ooc: His fourth wall is flimsy anyway so do whatcha like! BONUS POINTS FOR TEACUP PICTURES. If anything is questionable to his sanity his memory will be fuzzy on the morrow so have at 'im <3 tags will be slow til this afternoon, sorry! ilu poly.]

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Fox Mulder

call me Spooky

I'm the key figure in an ongoing government charade, the plot to conceal the truth about the existence of extraterrestrials. It's a global conspiracy, actually, with key players in the highest levels of power, that reaches down into the lives of every man, woman, and child on this planet, so, of course, no one believes me. I'm an annoyance to my superiors, a joke to my peers. They call me Spooky. Spooky Mulder, whose sister was abducted by aliens when he was just a kid and who now chases after little green men with a badge and a gun, shouting to the heavens or to anyone who will listen that the fix is in, that the sky is falling and when it hits it's gonna be the shit-storm of all time.

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