Apr. 23rd, 2016 07:12 pm
inmyothertights: (Billy - lightning lord)
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[Here is Billy Kaplan. Here is Billy Kaplan in what looks like a small bookstore, which he pans. Quickly there is Richard Campbell Gansey the Third, thumbing through a book and looking very dapper, but the camera pans away from him after a moment. Basically, here is Billy Kaplan again.]

In a move that I hope does not go down in "poorly and hastily planned decisions" I'm opening a shop in De Chima. It's um, Enchantments, Rare Books, and Tea Room-

[No tea is actually being served. They don't have a license for tea. Or food of any kind.]

-and it's a magic shop of the consulting and advising kind, not the selling magical items kind. Though the books, we'll sell those. Well. I'll sell those. I don't actually have a staff.

But the point is, drop in, come by, take a look.


Feb. 5th, 2016 07:36 pm
angelfire: (Don't get smart with me)
[personal profile] angelfire
[ The feed is audio, because Lucifer is accessing the network mentally. He's been quiet since imPorts returned home, biding his time, but since it's become clear that he's not getting out of this cell any time soon, it's time to make a noise...and moreover, appeal to those whose testimony might keep him here. Assault, indeed. But he's not going to talk to the network about how RISE is trying to press charges of GBH, because that wouldn't put him in a position of any sympathy. Instead: ]

We're at war, apparently. So you would assume that any Russians I killed in the process of escaping would be a good thing. Yes?  Now, I do realize, that you think that you're better than killing, that you must, by right of having civilization, rise above it. It's not cute. An eye for an eye, friends, that's the only way to proceed, otherwise how will you impress upon your enemy that you're not to be trifled with? That's divine justice right there.

And yet, considering how many were killed, and not even by my hand, I seem to be the only one paying a price. [ A pause. ] What price, you ask? Well, I am being detained, by your police force - our police force - RISE. For what? Doing my part, that's all. You can't possibly tell me they didn't deserve it. The conditions we were kept in, the starvation, the filth and cold, the suffering children?

But am I here because I'm paying a fair price for what I did, or because I am being judged for my former self's actions? Because of my name and legacy? Yes, am Lucifer, but I've been a - kidnapping by overseas hostiles notwithstanding - relatively benign creature since my arrival here, considering what I could have done. Might have done. May well do, if I'm not released soon. Certainly my actions in the past don't justify this kind of unbalanced, unfair prejudgement. But you've seen, haven't you, what happens when I'm confined for a great period of time. [ It's delicate, but that was definitely a threat. ]

This is my formal petition for release. I think considering what I went through alongside all of you, continuing to confine me like this can only be seen as cruel beyond thought. No, it isn't a Russian prison, but for me, it may as well be. Consider how you felt, when freedom was granted to you--now imagine that it was all, so very quickly, snatched away.

Free me. I promise not to kill any more Russians.

Ah...and Gogo, Miles? We really should talk.

[ ooc: Visits are good! Lucifer will be nullified if this is the case. Just put action in your header~ ]
enustari: (to take what's mine)
[personal profile] enustari
[Here's a face that hasn't been seen on the network in a while—at least, not outside the occasional comment section. Elsa much prefers to speak face-to-face, but this is the best way to reach the imPort community at large, and so here she is.]

All right, I'm fucking bored.

[Solid opener.]

In my world, I was a Fabricator—I still am, but I know that means jack shit to you people. So here's the simple version- I can do just about any kind of magic you can think of, and what's more, I can bind it into objects.

If you have an interesting enough request, I will do this for you. Or you can just pay me. I accept good old US currency, of course, and some trades of goods or services. Make me an offer.

[Any commissions she gets will have to be put on hold once she gets abducted by the Russians, but OH WELL.]
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[personal profile] doubleblind
[The video starts with, oddly enough, no person in view, though there’s a stack of books and a pile of papers spread out on the floor. Cosima leans into the frame, grin wide and open, as she settles in front of the computer, lying down on her stomach and propping herself up on her elbows. She adjusts her glasses with one hand and waves with the other.]

Hey, everyone. I’m Cosima. And before you ask, I'm not Alison or Sarah, don't let the nearly identical faces confuse you! We're identical quintuplets, and believe me I know how crazy it sounds, the odds are so incredibly slim, it's completely improbably, but not impossible. We're living proof of that.

Anyways, I've been here a couple weeks now and I'm pretty much settled in and left with a few important questions!

[Well, in all honesty, it's more than a few. Cosima's barely stopping herself from conducting an impromptu survey. She figures, it can wait though. People might be more receptive to her more detailed surveys in the future if she starts out with something much more simple. If she can get a few people excited about intel gathering with this post that’s really all she needs. She smiles again, hands moving in small circles, displaying her practically uncontainable enthusiasm.]

So I've got three questions for everyone! [She holds up three fingers for emphasis, and begins counting them off with each question she asks.]

Number one, I'm wondering if any scientists or science inclined, would want to start a journal club of sorts? Nothing too formal. Just something fun to exchange ideas and knowledge about where science is in our different worlds and the state of science here. I'm totally willing to organize the whole thing, but I wouldn't say no to some help.

Number two! Let's talk about powers. Did you have any back home? Are super powers even a thing where you're from? Do you like your powers? I'm just curious. If you don't wanna say what they are, that's cool. We can keep things as vague or specific as you want.

And number three, what do people around here do for fun? I'm open to any and all suggestions to cure boredom.

[She ends the video the same open smile she started it with, as she unearths a pen from her scattered papers and taps it against the screen.]
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[personal profile] tardily
[ Barry knows fully well that this question should be asked over video or over voice, but with how things can be and how he knows might react to some answers, it's probably safer to just stay with text for now. ]

Does anyone believe that there's people you're just supposed to meet? I don't know if I'd call it fate, but I mean the idea that there are just some people you're supposed to know no matter what. That the universe or universes figure out a way to make everything line up even if it really shouldn't. Or it makes no sense for it to happen and yet it does anyway.

I know asking this is weird considering what happened earlier this month but...I went home and when I got back I started thinking about it. That maybe here you meet people you're supposed to and maybe at home you do and if you're lucky they somehow intersect. It's cheesy, but...sometimes you just have to wonder if certain things are supposed to be fixed in your life.

005 | text

Jan. 17th, 2016 12:24 am
textualhealing: (181)
[personal profile] textualhealing
For those of you who don’t spend most of your evenings searching for yourself online (there’s no shame in it) I’m about to gift you with something you’ll totally thank me for later:

NSFW and R rated, ladies and gents, but it might just be the greatest website ever created. Check it out. A lot of natives have taken a lot of time to make something like this, the least you could do is show them your support.

You’re welcome.

[Any daring to check out the site will find a growing number of porn images, all photoshopped with various imPort faces, some poorly edited, some rather impressively done, but all entirely fake.]


Jan. 12th, 2016 10:49 am
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[personal profile] helpline
[ The video clicks on and it's the Doctor, grinning like a madman. He's wearing a pair of sunglasses that...kind of make him look stupid, but if that's the case, he doesn't recognize it. Instead, he gives the camera a little wave. ]

Hello there! Doctor Disco here, back from a brief vacation, glad to see that everybody got the forest thing sorted out. [ he's keeping his tone light and cheerful, probably to hide the fact that his brief vacation back home was SLIGHTLY SOUL CRUSHING and that his getting brainwashed in Peter Pan's forest was ALSO KIND OF SOUL CRUSHING. ]

Anyway, two things! First! Remember that bit a month or so ago where a lot of people swapped powers? Well, during the storming of the castle, I managed to poke around in the computer files and picked up some lovely info on the people who made that mess in the first place. They're the Cain Cabal and, surprising no one, they want immortality. [ the Doctor can't help but roll his eyes. When he speaks next, it's with the authority of someone who kind of messed up a lot of things by making someone immortal. ] Rule of thumb, any one who wants immortality doesn't deserve it. Rule of thumb two, just don't give people immortality to begin with, it never ends up well. Anyway, there's a lot more boring stuff about nanotech and the Porter so I'll just attach that in a different link.

Second! Clairvoyant! Hello there, me again, you were right about birds by the way, top marks! I wish you could have added in a little bit about the Fisher King but well, nobody's perfect.

Third! [ didn't he just say there were two things ] Mabel! Mabel, Mabel, Mabel. Remember how we were talking about the sonic screwdriver? Well, popped back home for a little bit, don't have it anymore, but I have the next best thing. [ And here, he taps the edges of his sunglasses with both hands, giving the camera a big, toothy ridiculous grin. ] Wearable tech. It's cutting edge, new technology, goes great with every outfit. Just watch...

[ The sunglasses make a little sonicy noise and the video turns off. Attached to this post, is a more Doctory write-up of this information from the power swap plot in December, complete with editorial comments from the Doctor, mostly along the lines of being sarcastic at the soldiers. ]
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[personal profile] animated
[ Hello network! The feed clicks on to reveal Nonah's resident wizard- he's apparently in the kitchen at Nonah 005, and offers the camera a bright smile. ]

Hey fellow imPorts, my name is Charlie. I've been here for- Jesus, a couple months shy of a year now? That's way longer than I thought I would be. I'm still slogging away at the job they assigned me and I realized that here more than anywhere I'm in the position to actually do what I really want to do for a living, which is working with magic.

In my world I'm what's called an Animator- that basically means I'm a wizard who can enchant and otherwise manipulate inanimate objects. I figure I may as well offer to draft up enchantments for anyone who wants one.

For example- [ He leans over to reveal the kitchen counter behind him, on which sits a small stack of dinner plates. A nearby dishrag picks itself up as the first plate lifts from the pile. The rag wipes the plate off, and the plate settles itself into a separate stack. The next plate picks itself up and the process repeats.

After a moment, Charlie leans back into frame. ]

I'm not limited to just household objects, of course- as long at it's not alive in some way, I can usually enchant it. I will say if you want something like a weapon then we're going to have to talk about it. I don't hand that kind of spellwork out to just anybody.

Fair warning, I can't just wave a magic wand and suddenly make brooms start carrying buckets of water across the room. For me, writing an enchantment is more like working out a complex equation- all the pieces have to fit together just right in order to get the desired result. The more complicated the enchantment, the longer it's going to take to draft up. I have been at this a long time, so there's a lot of stuff I already have the framework for.

I'm willing to negotiate cost based on what you want and how long it will take me. Feel free to ask me any questions you might have, and if you'd like to see more examples of my work, I can gladly provide some.

(( OOC: Enchanted weapons require a power slot and a power update to be submitted with the mods. Mundane items are fair game, so long as they won't affect a large amount of people or cause damage. Additional details can be found here. You can drop a comment on that post to ask about enchantments as well! ))

001 | Video

Dec. 4th, 2015 03:25 pm
heliophilic: Midnighter (You're groveling loud and clear)
[personal profile] heliophilic
[The video clicks on to show a young man in a black cowl whose mouth is speckled with blood. Sure, there appears to have been an attempt to clean it off before turning the feed on, but he's missed quite a few spots. No matter, Midnighter has more important things to attend to.]

Hate to break it to any of you who actually knew him, which from what I can gather is a grand total of 3 of you, but the last guy with my name is gone. Apparently whoever the hell it is that brings us here liked me better. Probably because it seems like that guy makes me look like Booster freaking Gold. For everyone else, name's Midnighter. I've already done my homework and gotten the basics, so no need for anyone to give me a big speech.

That said, two questions:

[He holds up a gloved hand, palm facing him, as he counts his questions off with his fingers. He does this mostly because he realizes his palm is also caked in blood from touching his wound. Unfortunately, there's some on the back of his glove too.]

1. When the time comes and you so graciously choose not to become a government puppet, how exactly do you get around to the other Porter cities? From what I can gather, the porters are a puppet-only privilege.

2. Where does a guy go to have some fun around here? I was just about to get into an extremely messy breakup, and I could really use the stress relief.

[Does he mean punching or partying? With him, it's impossible to tell.]

I'll also accept recommendations for a good place to eat.

Oh, and anyone with business with the other guy can take it up with me. Figure it's the least I can do.

[Rubs some of the dried blood off his mouth with a fisted hand before turning off the feed.]

((OOC: Midnighter has a permissions post, and I'd really appreciate it if you could fill it out when you get the chance. Thanks!))

4 - voice

Nov. 13th, 2015 03:14 am
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[personal profile] lackey
[Mike's first audio network post is a little noisy: there's a busy road somewhere near him and, every once in a while, a small-sounding dog barks.]

Lost another month, last month. Hear 'bout that happenin' a lot. Good thing, though. If you didn't know it was happenin' to other people, too, might start thinkin' that you were goin' nuts. Or that the government was screwin' with you. Or that you got abducted by aliens... After gettin' abducted by the god machine. That'd be somethin'.


I was gonna ask what happened last month, but I figured I could just guess what happened. So, guessin' now.

[He clears his throat, coughs lightly.]

Last month! October? Starts out real quiet, just like it is now. Then, around the middle of the month, the Russians show up. I mean, show up. Like in boats. You ever see that movie with the guys? The guys wearin' short shorts and capes? There were like 200 or 400 of 'em or something. But in the movie, the big enemy army all showed up in boats. The guys look out at the ocean and it's like shit, that's a lot of boats. That's how it was last month. With the Russians.

Then there's a big battle, right? US soldiers and heroes versus Russians. And it lasts like a week? No, two weeks. Two weeks for sure. Total bloodbath. People dyin' all over. The soldiers and you heroes are puttin' up one hell of a fight, but the Russians keep comin'. There's just so many of 'em and it turns out they've got those power-blockin' things?

By the end of the month, they're winnin'. They're winnin' and they're about to take over.

[A pause for effect.]

Why don't they? 'Cause a hero stops 'em. He gets clear of their uh... blockin' things... And this hero has like... You ever see that other movie about the guy with the, uh... knife thing? Full of sand? Magic sand? And that guy could rewind time with his magic sand knife? That's what this hero did. Except like a power instead of a knife. Or maybe he had that knife? Or a similar knife? Don't know if the movie was based on a true story or not. Probably not. Sometimes they do that, they tell you it's based on a true story and they're lyin'...

But yeah. That's my guess. Which means it's not November now, it's still October, and you guys probably only have a couple days before the Russians show up again? Kinda sucks, if I'm right. I'd keep an eye out for those boats if I were you.


Oct. 22nd, 2015 10:38 am
brushoff: (yeah well what about THIS)
[personal profile] brushoff
[ The video clicks on to Dorian, leaning in a chair against the wall, with a guitar in his lap. He's idly strumming at it—though the window, it's obvious that the sun's going down when he films this (someone's mostly nocturnal these days). He basically looks every bit the douchebag college guy who plays his guitar on the quad, except for the fact that he's immortal. ]

Lawyers! This is your time to shine. Or, lawyers and other people who are willing to grapple with an intellectual property dilemma. So in that case, lawyers and the utterly pretentious. [ excluding him, of course ] To the best of my knowledge, certain bands from my world don't exist in this one. For instance, I haven't found any trace of Adam and the Ants. [ mostly because that band is HELLA 80S and this game's aesthetic is the 1950s. As if to prove his point, Dorian starts quietly playing a few chords from a song that some people might recognize as "Prince Charming" by Adam and the Ants. ] However, that's not to say that Mr. Adam Ant himself doesn't exist in this world. For all I know, he's a plumber somewhere or something droll like that.

So if I were to start up a band-which I am, looking for a drummer by the way-and we released an Adam and the Ants song for our first single, despite Mr. Ant perhaps existing here but that song not existing here, is that legally sound? I know it's probably not ethically sound but really, who gives a damn about ethics these days.

[ there's a pause before Dorian continues, as if he's realized an obvious point of contention. ] And yes, before some of you point it out, I can play the guitar and I can sing. I was in a band back in the day: Dorian Gray and the Hedonists. [ is he that vain YOU BET HE IS THAT VAIN. And that nostalgic now, apparently. Somebody got bit with the music bug HARD. ] To prove it... [ he pauses for a moment, frowning, thinking a little bit ] ...anyway, here's "Wonderwall."

[ and Dorian just straight up launches into playing and singing "Wonderwall." He's actually a good guitar player and has a pretty damn good voice (and I will link to some audio clips later) so enjoy Dorian unintentionally being That Guy. ]


Oct. 10th, 2015 05:28 pm
whathawksdo: (no carry on i love to eavesdrop.)
[personal profile] whathawksdo
At the risk of sounding like a poster for a missing dog, I'm wondering, if, perhaps, anyone has seen a particularly large and eldritch looking staff being dragged around town? Made out of metal, big scary red gem at the top, crescent blade at the end, may or may not be sparking and shooting lightning...

[ And she just got it back, too. What are the odds? ]

I'm not taking any responsibility for accidental electrocutions, by the way. Most of you shouldn't even be able to activate the damnable thing.
angelfire: (Frosty the Snowman)
[personal profile] angelfire
[ Oh look, it's Lucifer. He's not in church for once, he's sitting in front of a fountain in Nonah, at night, kicking his heels, wearing an open black long-sleeved shirt over a red tee with an attractive pitchfork motif on it. ]

Happy birthday to me~ Happy birthday to me~ No, just kidding. It's not my birthday--it is, however almost the 29th of September--Michaelmas. [ He puts on a high pitched voice: ] "But Lucifer," I hear you ask, "I've never even heard of Michaelmas, it sounds like you made it up." "Rude" I reply. [ Lucifer narrows his eyes at the screen, as though actually giving a good telling off. ] "Michaelmas is the celebration of all the archangels, and an excuse to have a big party, a feast in fact, in their honor." Note that I say their honor and not ours. Oh yes, because on this day of feasting and celebration, everyone is invited except for me. That's not very polite, right? I mean, I was once revered, invaluable; the success of many of Heaven's battles pivoted on my contribution.

So I'm feeling a little left out. No more. Not this time. This time I'm going to be the one throwing the biggest party, making the biggest noise, celebrating my brothers and myself. The church will be open to only imPort visitors, starting at eight and running through the evening. There's going to be feasting, music, dancing, alcohol--all of it free. [ He waves a hand. ] Travel between Heropa to Miami will be included, of course. I'll schedule a coach or something.

I know what you're thinking. I'm not going to any party that the devil is throwing, but hey, it's archangel day, and I will - quite literally - be on my best behaviour. The party, though? Hell warmed up. You know that sounds amazing, right? If that's not tempting enough, then I'm throwing in one more treat. For one day only, visitors can ask one of two things: one truth, about anything, or one insight, about themselves. Awesome, right?

Come on, you know you want to. Oh--oh, by the way, if you see any of my carolers out and about, be nice to them. That's all I have to say. [ Except... ] Congrats on catching Crane, by the way.

[ ooc: a log will be going up tomorrow, the ooc post is here. ]


Sep. 25th, 2015 08:20 pm
hubris: (on a bed of spider web)
[personal profile] hubris
[The video feed clicks on: Nysrog, looking directly into the communicator, visible from the shoulders up, her clothing giving a distinct military—though old military—vibe.]

Don’t be alarmed.

[Said calmly, and anyone watching soon realizes why. In a moment the video begins to distort, though her voice continues more or less with a minimum of warping.]

With the events of the recent swear-in, and the growing… discontent, among other feelings, among the people of America and Russia with the presence of imPorts, I wanted to extend an offer.

On a recurring or just temporary basis, I’d like to offer protective services—to be a bodyguard, if you’d like. Against other imPorts; against the natives; either way. I have extensive training in self-defense, and offense. I was in Finland. I saw what happened there, with the toxin.

I can demonstrate my abilities, if you like. In person—as you can see, my powers interfere with video.
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[personal profile] maskormods

The above image demonstrates the general feeling of everyone who has always maintained a clean toilet within their sordid lives.

The following can be see on UStube, BlueTube, MeTube, as Rumblr gifs:
Thanks to some magical hijinks, the FILTHIEST bathrooms this side of the Mississippi rose up in revolt (or is it REVULSION?) and plunged an attack against the very derrières that would oppress them daily (and nightly). No one was killed, except maybe Dorian Gray. Hundreds of people are reconsidering colostomy bags and potty-mouthed humor has risen in late night television skits.

The following can be seen in GOOD HOUSEKEEPING MAGAZINE:
The reign of toilet terror is over! ImPorts are the suspected catalyst, but no one is yet pointing fingers. You know that they say, "do not throw shit at glass houses".

The following will be seen on all major news networks:
Reserves Team Magenta has been in the spotlight as of late. Little wonder, given the tension brewing along a border of Russia. Every evening news cycle has portrayed some GLOWING and downright FLATTERING profile of every single member in Reserves Team Magenta. Posters and T-shirts depicting these beautiful faces have flooded the POPULAR MERCHANDISE market (at the suggestion of the US Government).

The following will be distributed through the usual means:
ImPorts highlight some positive attention in accessible publications. Be sure to check out some of the material! Support the local flavor. Make sure to tune in to upcoming Majority Reports for MORE of these highlights (and another thanks to Pana for her work).

The following will be seen in all major newspapers:
The United Nations will be meeting in New York City to discuss the conundrum of USSR forces along the Finland border.

The following will be on loop over every local news television station:
Mysteriously, mannequins fashioned this way except resembling individual imPorts will be found around De Chima and Heropa.

The Homeland Security Advisory System has moved from MAGENTA to VERMILLION thanks to the ONGOING efforts of RESERVES TEAM MAGENTA keeping you and everyone you cherish SAFE.

The Majority Report comes out the 10th and 20th of every month. You may find details and submit here. The cut-off time is 12:01 AM PST on the 9th and the 19th for the corresponding dates.
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[personal profile] rathercommon
So -

[ Okay. So this is some found-footage shakycam stuff right here. Kitty Jones is staring into the camera with eyes wide with alarm. Her voice is squeaky and nervous. Her hair is mussed. Her shirt is wet.

Don't ask how her shirt got wet. ]

So, erm, Billy and I were doing a little bit of a spell to make latrines self-regulating and it sort of went a little bit wrong and now toilets are sort of coming to life? So, erm - Oh, no, oh, look out, look out -

[ She swings around. The camera catches one William Kaplan, Center of All Magic In The Universe, with his hands lit up, struggling valiantly against a toilet that's pried itself up from its floorboards and is now clomp-clomp-clomping towards him on its base. With a flash, it's shattered into shards of porcelain; Kitty ducks, shielding her head. ]

Oh, not that one, too...

[ She turns back to the camera. ]

We - think that this magic is going to be radiating outwards. So everyone check your loo, but check really really carefully. I can come and undo it - if I touch them, they'll go quiet - but just be careful. Toilets, port-a-potties, outhouses, all of them, they're all hostile. Stay safe, and oh God make sure that you've flushed before you try to fight them, please make sure you've flushed.

[ ooc: So this is the post regarding the miniplot referenced here! Feel free to have your characters' toilets come to life. Kitty's warning is not completely correct: toilets will treat your character as they themselves have been treated. If your character has been neglectful of their toilet, doesn't clean, flushes cigarettes down it, buys super-cheap toilet paper, etc., then the toilet will be vengeful and wrathful. However, if your character treats their toilet well, keeps it clean and maintains it well, then the commodes will be as loyal and affectionate as golden retrievers.

Alternatively, have your characters' toilets not come to life because this plot is (as they say) very crappy. ]
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[Ah, when was the last time he posted to this thing- it feels like ages, though it's only been a month or so, how interesting, time does fly here despite being dreadfully idle during a majority of it. And if he recalls, he wasn't even playing 'himself' really in his last message here, more just to pass the time. Of course this new post he plans will be nothing but nonsense--

or seem it anyway.]

[You can tell a lot about someone by what they have to say after all, especially during games.]

[The video shows what appear to be legs and feet. The camera stares down the legs of his white harem pants and shows his feet, crossed at the ankles up on some chair beside him, in atlantic blue high heels. Hisoka seems to be at some cafe, there's a rather pink looking tea cup at his side on a table.]

Let's play a game, shall we? I'm sure many of us looking at the network for now have nothing better to do. Have you ever played 'Would You Rather?' It relies on creativity and a degree of forethought. [And can be a lot more indepth and profound than one might think. Or so he hopes it will be.]

You create two situations and ask which someone would prefer. Shall I start? Perhaps something simple to get our feet wet.

[His legs uncross, and cross in the opposite way, a hand with bright, long, clawed nails appears and picks up the cup for a moment before setting it back down.]

Would you rather- to lose a hand forever or a foot forever?
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[personal profile] hisheartsdesire
Hello! [This voice and accent.] Some of you might know me already.

But for anyone who doesn't know me—and I'm sure there are lots of you who I don't know—I'm Tobias Matthews. Thought I'd introduce myself and perhaps ask for help, or tips and tricks to using these devices and the internet and things like that.

While I'm at it, mind telling me your favourite methods of posting or responding? Voice-audio, text, or video? Just asking out of curiosity. Also, before you answer, Dorian, I know your answer is video because you love plastering your face everywhere so everyone can see it. As if people can't get enough of it.

Obviously, my favourite is voice-audio. Anyway, I guess that's all for now. Looking forward to meeting everyone. Good-bye.

003 | video

Sep. 1st, 2015 06:10 pm
textualhealing: (021)
[personal profile] textualhealing
[It's video time with Jeff! Why can't he just do text like normal people, you ask? Because then the world wouldn't be able to see his beautiful face, duh. He's at his desk, lounging like a pro with a full glass of scotch held at eye line, managing to look somewhat thoughtful as he keeps his narrowed eyes on the alcohol before him.]

I went home like a month ago. Did one of those away for a day, lived a year things. Kinda makes you wonder what game the Porter's playing with crap like that, some weird ass brand of temptation and torture all in one.

So, real talk here, imPorts... If we all got told they didn't want us any more, that we got 24 hours to decide whether to go home or stay here forever, what would you do? Is what you built up here enough to keep you? Or are you just gonna be counting down the hours to get back and see those you left behind?

Pretty deep stuff, huh?

[He finally looks to the camera, just starting to reach to turn it off, before...]

Oh! And uh, season one of my show is drawing to a close soon. I know you've all been watching it avidly. Gotta start considering my options for next season, so wanna guest star? Got ideas? Wanna be in the crew? Hit me up. Time to make season two even better than the first. [And he's out, with a final, winning smile.]


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