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[ The video clicks on to Mint smiling. But like, actually smiling, not in her sort of "I am a polite lady and this is my polite lady smile" that she normally has. ]

I learned something new at school today. It's called MASH--apparently everybody in De Chima Middle Schools plays it when they're bored, it's not a thing that I ever encountered back home. The basic gist of it is that it's a pen and paper game where you put in options and the game tells you what your future's going to be!

So, who wants to play? I'll write up the list and find the answers if you just provide me with these things: four people you'd like to marry, four types of cars, four jobs, four different numbers of children you might have, four places you would live, and four different salaries you'd like to have.

[ a pause, before Mint butts in with ] Oh! And make sure some of these options are a bit silly. It's no fun if everything's serious. For instance, I ended up married to the beautiful and wonderful Zakuro-oneesama...but we have fifteen children.

[ Something that Mint looks a little put out about. She adores Zakuro, but fifteen kids? Goddamn, game. ]

Anyway, join in! It'll be fun. [ said with a pointed look at the screen, fuck you Wendy Courderoy, Mint knows what fun is. ]

( ooc: I've got scrap paper and pens, give me the options and I'll do a game of MASH with your choices, let's do this y'all )

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Nov. 8th, 2016 12:47 pm
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So, I'm back.

[ Sophie sounds tired. Like positively destroyed, physically and emotionally. Things have been rough and she's been going on with minimal sleep, but because things had been happening so quickly back home she hadn't had the time to actually feel as beaten as she feels at the moment. And she even waited until after she took a nap to post this, but still.

There's a heavy sigh and some rustling; Sophie's basically plopped on her bed as she records this, half her brain still off and trying to convince the other half there's nothing wrong with shutting down and staying like that for the rest of the week. It's quite tempting.
]

I don't even know if anyone remembers me. Sophie Foster? Anyway... hey, how are you doing, what did I miss.

[ Whatever she says next is warped on a long, deep yawn before she ends the post. ]

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Oct. 27th, 2016 09:25 pm
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[personal profile] shifting
Hey. [it's going to be hard to keep the grin from his face tonight, so Sam doesn't put in too much effort, boyish and excited.]

So I'm not gonna bury the lede here - I'll be officially openin' Merlotte's on November 11th. It's a bar and grill in beautiful De Chima, and I'm hopin' I can recruit some talent to help me get it up and runnin'. Those of you who know me should know I've been workin' on this one for a while, and with a little help it's finally come together. I don't want to spoil the surprise just yet, but the buildin' looks beautiful and I had some help puttin' the menu together by a very talented chef and friend of mine, Six, who's since Ported back home.

Nothin' too fancy, just good food and well-mixed drinks, with occasional specials featurin' foods and shots meant to sort of... bridge the gap between us and the natives. But no gimmicks, I promise - just a place people can feel comfortable to enjoy themselves, wind down after some of the shit this world can put us through. Bring us together.

[seriously, his eyes are practically sparkling with joy here. Finally - everything's coming together. Finally it's going to feel like he's got a foothold here.]

I hope I'll see a lot of you openin' night, I'll have specials and live music. And feel free to talk to me here or call me if you're interested in work; I'm hirin' across the board.

...And it's a little off-topic, but while I've got you here - I also wanted to hear from some of you on what you think an Ambassador ought to be. What you want to see out of the people you elect, what you feel needs to be brought to the table. Seein' as how they're meant to be representatives, I figured it'd be a good idea to get a handle on just what the community feels they should represent.
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[ Earlier this week, news reports were pumping up the Virginia Senate election, reporting that things were heating up. Democratic Incumbent Janet Stankavich spent the last two weeks slamming Import Candidate Hundred for actions enacted by other imports over the last month. She made the case recently that if other long-term import candidates can snap, what guarantee do the American people have that he also will not snap?

Which is why Hundred is on the network today. And all networks, actually -- if you've turned on a TV in the last 48 hours, he's gone from having the news covering protests at his campaign events, to actually showing up on the news. A lot of it is the same old, same old. Lots of statements about import solidarity, about how they were working to move on, but...

Some of it was clear -- about how you can't hold an entire community accountable for one person's actions. Just like when there were lone attackers from any other group. But there were still the facts, weren't there?

And while Mitchell had said time and time again on the local Virginia news circuits -- and they'd been picked up plenty by the larger news organizations from the sheer... historic nature of the vote, Mitchell still knows he has to speak to his people, if he doesn't want to lose any votes.
]

Hey, Imports.

I, ah, I know most of you know, but we have some new faces around here, so let me just formally introduce myself. I'm Mitchell Hundred -- former ambassador to the city of De Chima. Like a quickly diminishing number of us, I came from a world before this called the City, where I was the Mayor.

Before that I was both the Mayor of New York City, the Ambassador to the United Nations, and, [ A beat, here. He rarely talks about this ] Vice President of the United States. I promise, I'm not just throwing out my resumé for no good reason. If you're in Virginia, I'm going through one of the toughest resume processes around -- I'm running to be a Senator in the United States Senate -- and election day is just two weeks away. The reason I'm rearing my ugly head is to remind you -- remind all of you -- that just because you're an import here, doesn't mean you can't vote. We have the right to vote, as imports of voting age, and just like any other time, I'm encouraging each and every one of you to vote. [ A momentary pause. ] Even if it's for my opponent.

And if you're in Virginia, I really do hope you all will roll out the vote for me, but beyond that... I also need help.

If you've paid attention, I've slipped a little in the polls since... everything that happened last month. Not by much, within the margin of error, but... [ A hopeful grin. ] I'd like to have your voices, if I could.

We need to get the word out to other voters in Virginia, about what our stories are... where we come from, what our perspectives are. Most people haven't seen an import in their life, and while they've seen plenty of me... it's easy to dehumanize us when the only person going around door to door are politicians in suits who've been working this whole time to earn their vote. I think they would... do well, to hear from you. So what I'm asking for is your volunteerism, and time -- beyond just your vote. Even if you don't live in Virginia, you can still help us, share your stories, share who you are, maybe come out and go door to door with us. We need to let people know that there's nothing to be afraid of, and I promise that while I'm in the position, I'm not going to just be fighting for Virginia, but as the only import Senator, I want to use my powers to help us as a whole, and help with legislation to that effect.

So, uh, in short, if you want to sign up, you can check out my campaign website, it's attached to this long-winded speech, and as always, thanks for listening.
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[ Kanaya has the camera propped up somewhere, and once it turns on she moves until it's focused on her head and shoulders. ]

So! It's that time of year again, when everyone gets every ounce of spookiness out of their systems and makes a night of it. [ She shakes her hands out to illustrate. ] Probably the best holiday humans have to offer, where each of us have our own ways of celebrating. Well, I hope you'll join us for the night at Maryam Designs!

[ She steps back from the camera to show the large white room behind her, contrasting sharply against her black dress. Lengths of fabric draped across the ceiling to give it a bit more color. On one side, large tables are set up with sewing machines, and desks with computers on the other.

The whole thing looks a little fresh and unused, like the location has been set up, but none of the workers have reported in yet. Nonetheless, she stretches her arms out to present it all, clearly very proud of the whole thing.
]

I'd like to invite you all to help us celebrate the opening of our new studio in downtown Nonah! We'll be starting on the evening of the 30th, and continue with dinner and dancing and whatever the night has in store for us all through the witching hour. Costumes are, of course, recommended, but beyond that, the only thing you need to bring is yourself, and a willingness to have a good time.

I look forward to seeing you all there!

[ The feed cuts, and blinks back on again with Kanaya in her own office, a little more colorful and a little more lived in. Her smile is a little less sincere now and a little more thoughtful. ]

While I have you all here, I have another topic to inquire about. Has anyone else been looking into that dreadful affair at the swearing-in ceremony this month? Messy business, that, but I have difficulty accepting that it was all an accident. I've dug up a few leads, but I wouldn't mind comparing notes with anyone else investigating.

Actually, on that note, does anyone know about the Hotel Castile? [ She knows it's owned by imPorts, she's honestly just fishing before she actually looks into it in person. Say the name, see whose attention she gets. ]
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[She didn’t exactly read the pamphlet that was given to her, but after hearing the explanation in the car about how to use the communicator she thought she’d try it out while she’s waiting for her food in downtown Heropa. She's still not sure about how the video function works so it's audio for now, but if someone were to actually see her she seems to look like she’s either: a) ruminating about something b) really needs to use the bathroom.]

… So. This creepy blue lady told me I was a hero and that they’re the good guys…

[There wasn't much thought on the latter and she only remembers the blue lighting from the lady, but the former—that’s been on her mind since the car ride.]

If that’s the case, why did they give me powers that aren’t… really super? It’s basically the same abilities I’ve always had!!

[The sound of a fist pounding on the table and the vibrations of some utensils can be heard as her voice slowly escalates.]

It’s so unfair! I wanted to be a magical girl!! Couldn’t they have at least given me transformation powers?!

[A loud slam! is heard as she face plants on the table in front of her. It might seem like she accidentally closed the network early, but after some silence she speaks up much calmer than before though still melancholy.]

Anyway, I’m not even sure who this reaches, but please tell me what kind of powers you got or if there's a chance to have a power re-do. [A pause.] --if that's okay.

video!

Oct. 5th, 2016 11:32 pm
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[ Squirrel Girl is giving the camera a friendly, buck-toothed grin and a little wave. There's some kind of muffled commotion coming from behind her, but whatever it is isn't visible in the frame yet. She's in a park, though, that much is obvious. ]

Hi! I'm Squirrel Girl, nice to meet everybody. I have a question for y'all! I ran into a bit of trouble, here: some fire-breathing dingus kinda jumped me in the middle of the park and wouldn't back off, so after a brief (if slightly physical) discussion about anger management skills and not being a total jerk, I'm... well, long story short, does anybody know where I can find the nearest police station in--

[ The commotion intensifies, and SG frowns, glancing over to one side. One of those newbie native supervillains is just visible in the corner of the screen, buried underneath a pile of squirrels. He's trying in vain to shake them off, but it isn't going very well. ]

I'm kind of in the middle of something, dude, can you keep it down? Trying to find out where I can dump your butt.

[ 'Heartburn'! the guy says from underneath the squirrel-pile. 'My name is Heartburn, and I'll make you regret the day you--!'

Heartburn is interrupted by three squirrels piling onto his head, effectively pressing his jaw shut. ]


Ok, first off, I'd rethink naming yourself after indigestion symptoms, and... wait, wait, ohmygosh.

Would you call that... a sick burn?
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[It's early in the morning when the post goes up. The feed turns on to show a girl who looks to be about fourteen or fifteen years old. That's about the only thing 'ordinary' looking about her; the rest of her appearance is anything but -- bright blue hair, matching eyes, and a grey and white suit that makes her look like some escaped actress from a tacky sci-fi show. If she is, she sure seems to still be acting the part despite being an escapee. Arms folded across her chest, eyes narrowed at the camera as if judging it...

She sighs once before she speaks, shoulders relaxing just slightly. It's not robotic, but the way she speaks is a near monotone, serious and low-voiced.]


From one Earth to yet another -- we certainly have a ways of ending up here, although this one seems to be in a sorrier state than the last one. To think I would be recruited in such a way...

I am Ulvida from the planet Aliea. I don't know how long we will be here, but I'll be in your care.

... More importantly, while I have a few questions about surviving on this Earth, there is one I want to start with.

[And now she finally moves from her spot, picking up the camera and moving through the room she's in -- a kitchen in one of the imPort homes, from the looks of it. She doesn't linger on any one part very long, but there are three distinct places she pauses: a trash bin now full of half-finished take-out foods and 16oz bottles of soda; a sad-looking pantry that has maybe a jar of Nutella and a bunch of cup ramen; a fridge that is more empty space than food.

When the camera turns back to Ulvida, her serious expression has fallen apart to be replaced by pure exasperation.]


A certain idiot from my planet has been living here with an unacceptable lack of proper sustenance.

I am currently in the city of De Chima. I would like to know where to acquire what you would call 'groceries' on Earth.
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THE MAJORITY REPORT: SEPTEMBER 20TH, 2016

IT'S A MANDATE
As seen in Hunting Magazines, Newspapers, imPort tabloids, De Chima and Nonah Billboards:
A black and white ad series featuring a dirty, shaggy-haired redneck holding a crossbow and staring at the camera incredulously, has started showing up just in time for the archery hunting season to open. The absurd campaign tagline? Want to be a real man? Get yourself a Bow-Man.

CEREAL KILLER
As seen in grocery stores near you:
Are you HUNGRY? Are you STARVING for some imPort TASTE? Do you want to FREAKING EAT AN IMPORT? Well good news. Due to interested marketing endeavors hinted at in prior news, RONALD CHUMP has stormed his way onto a hankering market: breakfast products! The following are brand new cereal brands and heretofore not yet being litigated in court:

PUMPKIN SPICE SCARCRO-IOS
JORAH THE EXPLORAH GRAPE NUTS
COUNT DOOKULA
AXEL JACKS
CAP'N COLD CRUNCH
HONEY WILL GRAHAM CHEX
TRICKS
WEETA-DIXON
PABL-OH'S
LUCKY PINES
FROSTED VORKS
HEND-TRIX
CINNAMON TOAST HULKS
MULTIGOLD FIBER MIX
MAKO-OIOS
JOHN REESE'S PIECES PEANUT BUTTER CRUNCH

Delicious.

THAT'S JUST YOUR GENRE, MAN
As seen on TMI:
The new imPort-inspired movie, FIFTY SHADES OF BAE, is said to be a salacious romcom turned fiery action flick turned time-traveling period drama. But what imPort personas will be front and center in this script? And who will be playing them? Rumor has it that the typically daring WARN HER BROTHERS PRODUCTION hasn't even decided on the centerfold characters and are presently open to solicitations!

NO, NAH
As seen on national news stations:
With the apparent exportation of another imPort Ambassador, the stir of fresh political antics have come to Nonah's doors. ImPorts with political ambitions are encouraged to start campaigning as soon as possible. Elections for Nonah's vacant position are scheduled for early November. Adjustment in rules for any interested imPort: anyone who is 18 or over and is REGISTERED may run for office this term. You DO NOT have to be a current resident of Nonah to run for Nonah Ambassador. You DO have to win the election by popular vote.

REALLY MILKING IT HERE
As seen on milk cartons:
MISSING: ONE FRANCIS URQUHART. IF FOUND, PLEASE RETURN TO NONAH. OFFER EXPIRES 9/21/2016.

THE SCHOOLS, THEY ARE A-CHANGIN'
As seen on national newspapers, local news outlets, Bwitter, Rumblr, Deddit:
It would seem the Xavier School for ImPorts might soon need a change of names. Following the recent rash of imPort-esque powers suddenly awakening within local citizens of the Porter cities, Xavier's employee Kotetsu T. Kaburagi has been seen putting up flyers inviting all those who have recently manifested powers to enroll in the Heropa-based school. He also offered the school as temporary lodgings for adults and other non-students who still need a safe place to practice their abilities.

"It's gonna be okay" was the heartfelt, clearly personal message handwritten at the bottom of all of the flyers.

Kaburagi has not responded to any attempts to reach out to him for comment about this unprecedented action regarding the school, done in the absence of the former headmaster, Robert Callaghan, who has since been Ported out. Anti-imPort critics of the school claim the decision is merely a ploy to gather support and firepower for the inevitable imPort rebellion against the U.S. government. Ronald Chump has been seen arguing that the school should be shut down, as it is an obvious den of Soviet sympathizers and terrorists seeking new recruits. "Xavier is exactly the kind of name you'd expect from a secret Russian, you know," he said on Bwitter.

CODE SWITCH
The Homeland Security Advisory System has moved from PUMPKIN SPICE ORANGE to GEOMEAN OF 60:1 GRAY because imPorts be shady.

WANT TO SUBMIT TO THE MAJORITY REPORT?
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.

( text. )

Sep. 19th, 2016 02:50 pm
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Richard Gansey, Ronan Lynch, and Henry Cheng have all been sent home. They've been gone a few days.

If there's anything outstanding from either of them that you need help with, let one of the rest of us know and we'll do our best to work it out.


[ Everything's fine, everything's fine. Someone needed to do this though, and if Adam's brusque business like statement is a little off well, just don't bring it up. ]
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[personal profile] andtherevolution
Testing, testing, one, two, three... perfect!

[There's a brief pause as Utena tries to start a new post, but instead, her message just follows after her brief test]

Hey everyone. There's a lot of new people here, huh? Anyway, I'm Utena Tenjou, and I just got here last month. I remember that it can be pretty hard getting used to this place, especially if you don't know that many other imPorts. I mean, I don't have anything against the natives here, but... well, there's just some things they don't really understand, you know?

So, I had an idea. Why don't we have a meetup this weekend? You know, for everyone who's still going to school. That way, we can all get to know people who understand what it's like to be an imPort. I hear that there's an aquarium at Nonah that's supposed to be pretty nice, so we can all meet up there Saturday afternoon.

[OOC: This meetup will be the start of the Attack of the Chaos Coven plot! Despite what she says, it's open to non-students as well; Utena's just so used to going to school for so long that she forgot about kids who aren't going to school. Your characters are free to sign up ICly here, but it's not required.]

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Sep. 5th, 2016 08:11 pm
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[Lapis may have blinked completely out of this world for only a day, but she's been fairly scarce since returning as well. one might attribute this to a troubling experience in her own world, or the acquisition of a new, difficult to control power - unfortunately, the real answer in this case isn't nearly so dire.

the feed clicks on at an odd angle, like it's been propped up against a pillow or something similar and forgotten. the video shows Lapis at (mostly) an angle, sitting on what is presumably her bed with her knees drawn up to her chest. there's a blanket draped over her shoulders and head and a stuffed sea lion clutched in her arms that she seems to be alternating between cuddling and leaning on. from the bags under her eyes she...may not have moved from this position for quite some time.

it takes a moment or two for her to realize that the comm is recording - her water powers are so precise that it's easy to forget she's using them in the face of something more interesting. in this case the 'more interesting' thing appears to be some sort of Spanish telenovela going on offscreen, from the sound of it.]


Someone sent me a subscription for some kind of streaming network. I don't know why.

[that 'someone' was a PR employee at whatever this world's incarnation of Netflix is, and the 'why' was in the hopes that she'd shill it a little bit with her imPort prowess. boy did they pick the wrong space rock for that one.

in the background, anyone who understands Spanish might notice that the characters are arguing over the minutiae of the drug trade...and also who was sleeping with someone's hot murdered sister. Lapis' eyes never waver from the non-communicator screen, even as television gunfire breaks out.]


Is it really that dangerous for humans to run a business? All they're doing are transport runs, but no matter where they are everyone keeps dying. It's been like this for a week.

[...well, if anyone was uncertain about whether or not Lapis has been on a Netflix tailspin, all doubt can now be erased. someone please help this girl - and also whoever's screaming about swearing vengeance on the novela right now. the plot twist seems to have Lapis faintly concerned.]

...no wonder earth can't get anything done.

[this is mumbled more to herself than the network, as she lapses into thoughtful silence immediately after. it stretches out awkward until she realizes there was still something she'd wanted to address; one of her arms unfolds so she can look at something she's written on her hand.]

Oh, right. Did anything happen on [she squints slightly] Agust 29th that I need to care about?

[that's supposed to be August, but when your grasp on earth timekeeping is so poor you have to copy the month off the calendar to keep from forgetting this is about as good as you can expect.]
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[ Skeets is holding his communicator in one of his little robot claws, mostly so he can let himself be seen on video. Which is to say that he's a small, gold robot with wing flaps. ]

Greetings, network. I seem to have lost my photogenic companion Booster Gold, so I’ll just introduce myself. I am Skeets, a BX9 security robot 2.0 and artificial intelligence.

[ He pauses before adding an addendum with some robotic smugness:] Professor Skeets, actually. I’m pleased to make all of your acquaintances.

[ A local bystander comes up with a phone. "Are you a real robot? You’re an imPort, right?" ]

Yes, ma’am, but I’m in the middle of something –-

[ "Can I take your picture? Oh, you’re so cute!" ]

…If you’ll excuse me, ma’am.

[ And Skeets flies up to rooftop height before continuing his post as if there hadn’t been any interruption. ]

I’d also like some assistance. It appears that the Porter granted me the ability to assume a human form. For the record, Porter, this is unnecessary. I’m a proud, independent robot who needs no limbs.

That aside, I’m having difficulties with my balance and if anyone has any tips for walking on two legs, I’d appreciate it. There aren’t any tutorials on how to be a human on wikiHow. Shocking, I know.

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Sep. 3rd, 2016 05:22 pm
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[personal profile] fridgeflower
Tell me about when you realized you were in love.
And then tell me about when you realized you weren't.

Both of those have an either-or element, too, of course. Don't think you have to have both to join in.

Alternatively, if you don't have either of those... Tell me about your siblings. Or your best friend. Or your worst enemy.

Everybody has these little pieces of personal history, but nobody new you meet will ever know those parts unless you choose to share them. It's like editing your own narrative. A lot of them probably seem innocuous once you have some distance, but I love hearing about things like that. I always wished that I could see the whole of people in an instant, or that I could read them as easily as I could read books.

I can't, though, so I have to ask and hope that people are willing to share bits of themselves with me.

Video

Sep. 2nd, 2016 03:27 am
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[Bruce had spent the afternoon wandering De Chima-- he found it odd. It fed off of the presence of imPorts, a title given to him unceremoniously upon arrival, while at the same time rebuffing their presence entirely. He judged the city critically; it was too bright, its grasses too green compared to the noisy, dirty, troubled city he called home. Even more uncomforting to him was seeing a skyscraper with a large "W" emblazoned on the side standing statuesque in the middle of the city proper. 

He had thought about just walking in, maybe taking his chances, but he was dressed in the wrong sort of suit for that and his cuff links were expensive. In the end, he settled for the only other option he had-- he pulled the small phone-like device from his pant pocket and considered it critically. Essentially, he didn't have a choice; the small screen illuminated with a projection of his face, and he addressed whatever-- whoever-- was on the other end.]
 
Wayne Enterprises has been a part of my family and Gotham's history for as far back as anybody can remember. I didn't grow up with an appreciation for that, but an understanding that it and Gotham's foundations were intrinsically connected since the beginning. It's why I'm so curious to see a building with my name on it in the middle of Virginia.
 
In the late 19th century my ancestor, Alan Wayne, along with other prominent families undertook the project of modernizing Gotham Township. It all started with Wayne Shipping, sometime during the early Industrial Revolution. In time, small businesses became large corporations bookended by my father, Thomas, who created the Wayne Foundation.
 
My point is that this company couldn't have continued to grow without the help of family. You do what you can to help an idea grow, but as time goes on, for that idea to survive, you have to let other people share your dream with you.
 
I think it's something I've had trouble accepting for a long time... even as my predecessors had been doing it for centuries before me. Eventually, the people that you care about carry your torch when you can't do it any longer.
 
I don't expect this story to matter to any of you. Gotham doesn't even exist here, but my company... does. My point was to talk about the importance of family. It's why my next question is so important...
 
I'm looking for mine.
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( Brace yourselves, imports - possibly literally. Whatever volume the device was on somehow seems too loud with the energetic blast of an aggressively catchy opening credits tune and is soon accompanied by a Dramatic Voiceover. You know the type of voice - mysteriously gravelly and somehow sounding just too intense. )

HAVE YOU EVER WOKEN UP ( dramatic pause ) TO DISCOVER THE WORLD ( dramatic pause ) IS A DARKER PLACE THAN YOU EVER KNEW? AND JUST KNOWN ( dramatic pause ) THAT CHANGE WAS ON THE HORIZON?

( Ah, yes, a shot of a Manly Form against the skyline, silhouetted by the sunlight, and with a shotgun against his shoulder. )

CAN LOVE SURVIVE WHEN IT SEEMS LIKE THE WORLD IS AGAINST YOU? AND ( an even more dramatic pause ) .... CAN YOU SURVIVE WITHOUT LOVE?

( Fade to black, but only for a moment.
Behold, gentle viewers, the face of purest suffering. At the very least it is a look of intense suffering, because Rosita has taken several weeks of being intensely aggravated by producers and reminding herself that she needs the money to help Carl and Daryl and Andrea and Enid and keep them all safe to try, and allowed herself to be trained into looking slightly more cooperative. )


Hi. I’m ImPort Rosita Espinosa, and I’m here to bring romance back from the dead. ZomBae will be hitting your screens in just a few weeks, a fresh new show combining the trials of finding love with surviving the apocalypse.

( Okay, no. She still sounds like she hates this, and she still does, but it’s been turned into a marketing #aesthetic. Have you ever heard a tone more flat? Isn’t it great how aloof she is? )

( Yeah, sure. But wait! Who’s this handsome devil? There is a new person on screen, and that person would be one Gabriel Grey. He looks as if he is enjoying this about as much as Rosita is when he speaks. )


My name is Gabriel, [ he may be reading off some cue cards, focus intent an inch left of the camera, maintaining his own deadpan #aesthetic ], I'm 30, and I come from New York City. I would call myself resourceful and hardworking, which would work to my advantage in the wake of some kind of world-ending disaster like the zombie apocalypse and also [ he is definitely reading off cue cards ] love.

( Back to Rosita, and she is resting an axe against her shoulder as she talks, rubbing her forehead for a brief moment before she forces herself to go on. Flat as Hell: ) But we need your help to find Gabriel his perfect partner in survival, and in life.

( And now, a montage:
Gabriel and Rosita fight zombies. Gabriel and Rosita scan the terrain with binoculars. Gabriel and Rosita fortify a room and Prepare For Battle. Gabriel and Rosita ride some horses on a beach only for the camera to pan back and show some extras dressed as zombies shambling after them, and then!!! The final shot: Gabriel picks up a SINGLE PERFECT ROSE (sigh) from amidst the mud and carnage… and stares into the sunset. It’s very wistful. (It’s not very wistful at all.)

( All in all, it’s as terrible as it sounds. )

( Now, enough of that montage; back to the present, and their artistically messy hair. Rosita looks to Gabriel, and her expression very much is along the lines of please, let this be the end, let me die, before her jaw flexes and she forces out the last bit with a smile. )


If you think you have what it takes to be a Zombae, or you know someone who does, then let us know by leaving a comment.


( ooc: Green is Rosita, red is Gabriel, and comments will be coming from both of them. )

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Aug. 12th, 2016 01:25 pm
mathemagier: I'm explaining a thing (Quiet pls)
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I'm looking for individuals to lend their voices to navigational technology.

Any genders capable of speaking clearly and maintaining a calm, professional tone. Particularly interested in multilingual individuals. This is temporary paid work.

If interested, please respond using the audio function or upload a voice sample.

-Dr. H. Gottlieb


[ooc: feel free to link a character clip or provide a description!]

001. Video

Aug. 7th, 2016 07:57 pm
hunksmash: (that's not gonna work)
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[ Hunk came here in his space gear, which isn't really appropriate and is basically torturous in the Florida summer. He's therefore acquired some less conspicuous clothing. So, here, Network. You're treated to some Big Beach Bro: sleeveless, cargo shorted, and bare feet buried in the sand. Because, yeah. Why not?

He's also leaning against the side of a yellow-colored, mechanical lion, kinda chunky for all her armor and with an adorable underbite.

He smiles a little awkwardly and waves at the camera. ]


Uh, hey. Hi, there. I just thought I should introduce myself, since the rest of my team kinda already has.

I'm Hunk. I'm one of the Paladins of Voltron. Specifically, I'm the yellow guy and the left leg. Though... [ He looks back at his lion, frowning slightly. ] I don't know how much of a thing that's gonna be here.

Anyway... I guess I still have a couple of questions. We've sorta confirmed the timing situation, but there's still... Okay. Lemme just-- Uh. How does the superpower thing work? How do you know if you really have them, and how do you turn that kinda thing on? Also, how do you suddenly get superpowers? Because I definitely didn't have them before.

And!! Um. If anybody could talk to me about the "'Porter" that brought us here, that'd be great. Just-- Anything, okay? There's kinda a huge lack of information about it, and it really seems like the kinda thing that just shouldn't be sitting around without some kind of understanding in place. Or in the works. I'd also appreciate it if anybody can give me information about where this world's at so far as, like, space travel is concerned. The old school vibe and the common use of hover-tech are kinda conflicting messages.

So, yeah. I think that's it. Thanks.

video;

Aug. 5th, 2016 04:11 pm
primadovea: (scoff scoff scoff!)
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[ Mint's sitting at a table, filming herself and...obviously a bit huffy, though she's trying to hide said huffyness. There's a teacup in view, just off to the side. ]

Good afternoon. My name is Mint Aizawa and it seems I am a new arrival in this world also. Of course, I have plenty of questions, as to be expected.

Question number one: I've seen some information about 'welcome to this world' but I have not seen any sort of pamphlet about welcome to America. If anyone could answer my questions about America, I would greatly appreciate it. Question number two: who is in charge of furnishing the houses? While I suppose I can live in a house this small, the furnishings are remarkably sub-par. I think these pillows are poly-fill.

[ 'poly-fill' said in the same tone as one would say 'radioactive'. And yeah, Mint hasn't registered the whole "housemates" thing, sorry other residents of De Chima #2 ]

My final question, who do I talk to about these powers we were assigned? The power they gave me was... [ a bad joke, but Mint doesn't really want to explain WHY ] ...well, it's nonsensical!

[ She pauses, takes a sip of the tea, takes a deeep breath, then continues. ]

That shall be all, I suppose. Thank you in advance.

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