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do you think jesus would forgive me for slapping the fool smile off of someone near his birthday or would that just make it worse?

[Obviously this wasn't meant for everyone to enjoy and consider, but sometimes people drive her a little more than crazy.

She's joking, though. Mostly. Like 90% joking.]


Nov. 29th, 2016 08:03 pm
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One of the most fascinating things I have discovered about this place is how easy it is to access information through a mere touch of a button. The internet for example: it can be a great tool. But it can also an incredible distraction.

[Yes, imPorts. Peggy has discovered funny cat videos and memes in her time here.]

Anyway, I wanted to open a discussion about what all of you have found interesting or fascinating about this place. I've always liked to know how others feel and learn about their perspectives. Especially when all of us come from different worlds and time periods. [She sounds amused for a moment.] I suppose that is another thing I find fascinating about this world - the people.

So if you have the time to indulge my question, please do. I could use the conversation.

Thank you for listening.

003; video

Oct. 17th, 2016 12:31 am
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(the feed opens to a rather familiar cafe in heropa, one many of the local imports might find themselves familiar with. that's right, it's the lucky cat cafe, slowly amassing more and more autumn decorations. cute miniature jack-o-lanterns on the window sills, strings of brightly colored leaves hung above windows and the doorway. she's making sure to get as much of the cafe in her shot as possible, without disturbing the patrons in her cafe. she props her elbow up on the table chin in her hand with nothing short of a welcoming grin. she's wearing a rather unique black shirt, covered by her usual green flannel shirt and her hair tied back in an all too messy ponytail.) Sup dudes! So, a lot of you probably noticed a while ago that Miss Cass left. She was a great person, a legitimately cool adult, and I hardly say that about anyone above the age of twenty-five.

(she chuckles a bit, trying to give off the impression that it was a joke, that she doesn't consider all adults to be lame. anyone who knows her, of course, knows that she means that as a compliment.) Anyway, I basically inherited the cafe, I guess? Meet Wendy Corduroy, new boss of the Lucky Cat Cafe! Who says you need school to run a business?

(she gives off a confident "yeah!" along with a fist pump to the air. she's definitely confident enough in herself to be able to run a business like this, that much is sure. it's not arrogance, just assurance in herself to handle what's been set before her.) So down to business, I'm still just a teenager, so I'm not the best at what I'm doing. The cafe could definitely use a few extra hands around while I figure out what the heck I'm doing until I get the hang of this business owner gig. You got any questions, ask 'em here, or drop by to see what's up. Whatever's cool, guys.

(she's about to hang up, before remembering one important little tidbit that... actually makes the smile on her face waver. in fact, she grumbles to herself for a few seconds before letting out an annoyed huff. her expression is nothing short of an annoyed scowl.) And, okay, in honor of the season, and keeping with Miss Cass' wishes, yes, we have pumpkin spice drinks and other "autumn specials" (said with rather sarcastic air quotes.) being served. So all you screaming girls in tacky sweaters and Ugg boots can come over and get your corporate holiday fake vegetables in a cup. Because why get decent pumpkin pie when you can get cheap liquid form that tastes absolutely nothing like pumpkin. That's basically it from me, guys, hit me up. Wendy is out, peace.

(wendy, that is not how you run a business... oh well. regardless, wendy signs off cheerfully, with a peace sign and all. she'll get better at this boss thing. someday.)

((ooc: hey guys! so seeing as wendy is in charge of the cafe now, i'll be handling the ooc aspect of it from now on. if your character is interested in joining the team, pm me or hit me up at [plurk.com profile] autumnpastries))


Oct. 8th, 2016 02:25 am
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My apologies for the interruption. [Lithia pauses for a moment, as if she's not quite sure the communicator is working as it should. Her world may have such technology, but it certainly isn't handed out so freely or so commonly used.] Well, I certainly hope this is actually working.

First, how trustworthy are the people who wrote those pamphlets and files? [She's just a bit creeped out by the amount of knowledge they had, plus the people who know that sort of thing either wouldn't tell or are trying to kill her, so it's a valid concern.] They certainly have some rather classified information.

Second, how safe are the things they embedded in us? These nanites I think they were called? [She's still wondering also how they accomplished that, her skin isn't exactly easy to pierce.]

And my last question, what sort of work could a person who has powers that heal and can make technology using those powers do in this place, besides apparently being a cat groomer?

Thank you for your time. Oh, I probably should also introduce myself so as not to be rude. My name is Lithia Spodumene, but I can just be called Lithia. [She knows her last name is a pain to spell and pronounce. Also, if any characters are particularly knowledgeable about geology they can certainly put together the fact that she's named after two related minerals.]


Oct. 4th, 2016 02:49 pm
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[For this first message, Elena puts on her very best for-the-camera smile. No second chance at a first impression, after all. It's a little strained, thanks to her injuries, but the painkillers have helped a lot.]

Hey, everybody. Where I'm from, video chatting isn’t that common outside of Skype—mostly people stick to e-mail and text messages—but since things are definitely different here and we’re something of a closed community, I thought I’d do as the Romans do.

[She gives a little wave.] I’m Elena Fisher. Back home, I'd say you might recognize me from TV, but I don't think history shows and the evening news cross dimensions, so I won't bother. I certainly didn’t expect to do that myself, but I doubt any of us did. And there are worse options.

[Such as death by grenade.]

Silly question time, but juuuuust to make sure—no one’s heard of a megalomaniacal immortal warlord cutting a swath across Europe here, right? Just checking.

Oh, and residents of Heropa #018—hi, I'm your new roommate. I should be there later tonight or tomorrow, but it depends on when the hospital lets me out. I had...kind of an accident right before I found myself here.
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[The feed begins with the sight of...part of a face? There’s clearly some kind of green hair, tan skin, an eye, and...blood?]

--Like this?

[Yeah, uh, definitely blood. In fact, as whoever the owner of the voice was speaking to adjusts the camera angle for him, there's...quite a lot more of it that becomes visible. His entire shirt front is soaked in it, but the poor waiter/bartender next to him seems a lot more distraught by this than he is. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that more was still clearly dripping through the tears in it, one could almost be forgiven for not immediately assuming the blood was his.]

So I just--talk into it and people hear me? [A tiny, wordless nod comes from the other man.]

Huh. Kinda like a Den Den Mushi, but with a picture...guess I will hang onto it then. Thanks for the info.

[And while he’s at it...he takes a moment to address the weird mirror box before he heads on out, since he’s got nothing else to trade for food (or drink).]

Oi! I'm missing a couple things:

[Things, people, the entire kingdom he was just in. Same diff.]

A rubber idiot wearing a straw hat, a shitty cook with a curly eyebrow, a long-nosed sniper--[He counts off on his fingers, as if reciting a list of groceries, rather than, you know, his crew, but much as he might be acting tough, there's a definite undercurrent of concern there]

A reindeer-person, a blue-haired girl and her pet duck, comes up about this high [he raises a hand to about waist height], and a red-haired girl, our navigator. If you've acquired any sudden debts lately, it's probably her.

If someone's seen them or can tell me how to get back to Alabasta Kingdom from here, I'll owe you one.

[He huffs, then, rests one hand on the hilt of one of his swords.]

--And if any of you morons is actually listening to this, you better tell me you're alive, or I'll kick your ass when I find you!

[That draws a small yelp from the bartender, and Zoro turns back to him, suddenly reminded of his presence]

Oi, how do I stop talking at the weird box...?

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Sep. 5th, 2016 08:04 am
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I would be happy if you'd do me the honor of answering a few questions.

First, I would have it known how a doctor sets about establishing their license to practice. Is it the case that such legality is established upon entrance to this world? I highly doubt any sane medical council would permit an unlicensed physician to remain in post, as negligence is surely as endemic in this world as anywhere else. Pertinently, what funding is available for research fellowships, or starting one's own practice?

Second, might those of you with an appreciation of medical science be willing to permit me to make an account of your state of health? A physical examination with all that's entailed. Were I so fortunate as to receive your participation in medical screening, I dare say that it would assist the future treatment of everyone.

Please do me the honor of withholding your response if it fails to address either point in question. You have my gratitude, in any case.

[Do reply though. That's just his ego showing.]


Aug. 27th, 2016 12:41 pm
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[The feed comes on to show Peggy standing in the middle of a room with floor mats, the kind that a gym would use to make sure that people didn’t hit the ground. Or in this case the following:]

Hello. For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Peggy Carter. If anyone is interested in self defence lessons, I still have a few places available in my class. Feel free to contact me at a later time or reply to me here.

Thank you.

[There was another reason for this network address, but Peggy had to think on what to say and how to say it. Her tone becomes softer.]

I have been in this place for about a year now and if my experience has taught me anything, it’s to expect the unexpected and be prepared for the worst. That being said, it isn’t all terrible. I enjoy the work I do and I’ve made friends; I am grateful for those things. [A pause.] However, I do miss my home. I would be lying if I said otherwise. Perhaps it sounds like a cliche, but it is the truth.

I am certain I’m not the only person who feels this way. Even with that thought in mind, I am not trying to make anyone feel homesick. I just wanted to let them know I understand where they’re coming from and to remind them that there are good people here. Don’t forget that.

[She is silent for a moment or two then continues.]

Now. I believe I shall end it there before I blather on too much.

[Sometimes, Peggy wasn’t great at talking about how she felt. She was a private person so her last sentence felt like a good place to leave it at.]

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Aug. 6th, 2016 03:00 pm
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[ Illya intends to introduce himself properly. That is what you do in a hostile land, isn't it? Not quite name, rank, serial number, but close enough. He's been fiddling with the video functions of his communication device, after wandering around the environs of his new home just to get a quick impression of things. And then he started reading the welcome brochure in full.

He's holding it in one hand now, although the paper looks a little crumpled, like it's been balled up and thrown once or twice. Or five times, but whose counting. Illya himself is composed, more or less; a fair-haired gentleman in his thirties, dressed in a dark turtleneck and jacket, his mouth twisted into a faint frown. Blonde, blue-eyed, and handsome, he's physically close to the epitome of Aryan perfection. The punchline of that particular assumption drops when Illya opens his mouth, though. Because: ]

Why tattoos? Surely there is some other way of marking newcomers -- imPorts as it says here -- to keep track of who arrives and departs. Sufficiently advanced technology, and it comes down to tattoos. Words instead of -- I don't ...

[ That's right. This particular imPort is Russian, judging by the thick accent lacing each word. He isn't bothering to hide it, either, speaking in a controlled, somewhat clipped tone. While his overall demeanor is calm but guarded, those accustomed to closely reading others might guess he's more disturbed by the topic than he lets on. Illya takes a breath, glancing down at the paper and then back up. ]

Where I am from, there was a terrible war fought because groups of people were gathered in specific places and marked with similar tattoos before being slaughtered. [ He shrugs casually, as if he is aware (or assumes) personal biases won't make much difference in this world. As if what Hilter did doesn't still piss him off. It has only been twenty years in his world, though, and of what he has read about the rift between America and Russia, it is this detail that stands out. Aside from 'Russians R Bad'. ] But perhaps I am overly sensitive to such things. Perhaps it is not a problem here.

My name is Illya Kuryakin. I am from Moscow. [ Yes, that Moscow. ] Does anyone else come from outside the United States? It seems a great many people are from America, or places influenced by it. Or, if you are American, how does your world differ from this one?

[ Look, aside from the secret agent skills, he dabbles in other areas, including science and maybe a little psychology. (Researching personal weaknesses ftw.) Right now, throwing tantrums and breaking things isn't going to get him any answers on what's going on. So he might as well start collecting information by asking those who've been in his position. Especially if the government actually wants him to register. The more you know, right? ]
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[ Insomnia leads to some dumb shitposting. So: ]

Anonymous post, 2:49 a.m.:
What's it like to have a brother? You can also say what it's like to have a sister. Especially if you were adopted. And especially if your brother is really accomplished.

[ And especially if he isn't really your brother, but actually the person you were cloned from, and especially if you were raised to murder and replace that brother, and so you've memorized every fact of his life and yet somehow nevertheless been completely surprised by the person he actually is...

After this post, Mark wanders away to spend time on other parts of the network, which leads to this urgent message: ]

Anonymous post, 4:32 a.m.
If you're looking for porn don't go to ImPorn.com.

[ All he wanted was an artistic representation of some boobs he'd tried to imagine himself and suddenly, shit he never wanted to see. Ever. ]


May. 25th, 2016 05:46 pm
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[ When the video comes on it's just this guy standing there, trademark hat in his hands as he gives a smirk.]

Last time I did this we were talking about holding a barbecue sometime and a whole lotta people were interested. Well, bad news is the barbecue is cancelled. Annulled. Rescinded. Some people, they just can't deal with things these days.

[ He'll turn the hat over in his hands slowly, almost absently as he talks some more, still bemused by the whole thing. The hat is then suddenly and unceremoniously plonked on top of his head.]

That poor barbecue, goodbye potato salad, rip beers. Oh, and I suppose this is a warning to anyone who gets any ideas; I will not go down so easily. Gosh, don't worry Barry, I still have my eye on you; we don't need barbecues to hang out, do we now?


May. 14th, 2016 01:09 pm
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Uh, hey... guys?

[ Adachi is fidgeting, looking uncertain at the camera and trying not to be legitimately upset right now. ]

Hey, anyone in De Chima... have you seen a tallish Japanese guy? Older than me, permanent stubble, probably smoking? Always carries his coat over his shoulder? Red tie like this?

[ He flipped up his crooked tie so people can see it well enough. ]

I was talking to him yesterday. He said he was supposed to be here, but...

[ ...he is really trying not to be upset here. Don't toy with his emotions like this, weird American place, that's totally not fair. ]
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So, uh... hi?

[The woman on-screen cringes a little and runs a hand through her hair.]

Sorry. Never had to introduce myself to the internet before. I'll try to be less awkward from now on.

I'm Ruby. Or, you can call me Red. Some of my friends do, so... Anyway! I'm new around these parts and figured I should say hi to everybody. It seems to be the thing to do for us newbies, right? So yeah, I like running, watching movies, nights out on the town with friends. That sort of thing. So if that's your thing too, hit me up, I guess? Maybe we can do a thing together sometime. I don't know.

[Yes. Excellent. Not awkward at all.]

Also, if anybody's up for a weird conversation about witches and ghosts and goblins and stuff or has seen a small woman wearing a sword, a scowl, and a suit of armor, let me know! I seem to have lost one. Er, woman, I mean. Not goblin.

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Hey everyone. What's up? [The video focuses on Jo's face after shaking for a few seconds.

She clears her throat.]

For those of you who knew him, Dean Winchester's been back home for a few weeks now. [She shrugs.

Honestly, she's been putting this off. Whatever friends Dean had, she doesn't know them, apparently, and she hadn't wanted to deal with anyone for the last few weeks.]

I've got his dogs and I packed up his house, so if he had something that belongs to you, let me know.

[There's a bark in the background and Jo shifts the camera to show Cap, the German Shepherd, and Elena, an Irish Wolfhound pup, where they sit in the living room. Cap has their leashes in his mouth.]

Come on, we just got back from a walk- [She cuts the video there.]


Apr. 9th, 2016 11:03 pm
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Even though I am certain that it wasn't April for me back home before I arrived, it is here and I have checked the calendar to confirm the date.

Today is my birthday.

[Her lips quirk a little.]

Now a lady shouldn't have to reveal her age but I am old enough to drink. The strange thing is, the year is 1946 for me back home and it's 2016 here so technically I would be far older than what I am.

[A pause.]

Rather than getting caught up in technicalities, I'd like to invite people to a gathering at the training place I run. Those of you who are already students of mine will know where it is, but for those who don't, the address is [Peggy states it.]

Feel free to bring your own drink and food. There will be some light refreshments and music, as well as a cake. The celebration starts at seven o'clock tonight and will run on for a few hours or until I need to go home and sleep. [A laugh.]

I look forward to seeing people there.


Apr. 9th, 2016 01:51 am
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[Daisy had been pacing her room for a good half an hour before she finally worked up the courage to turn her comm's video on. After what happened, and what she remembered from her drug filled week, it was no wonder she had kind of gone MIA for a few days after returning to 'normal'.

Still, the world kept moving and all of that.

And food. That was an important thing that she needed to keep in her life. Which is why she was reaching out to the network.

That and to address something she just hadn't had the time, or been in the right mind, to do so.]

Okay. So, last time I was on here it kind of ended badly.

[That's as far as she's going with that subject. At least she's acknowledging it?]

Two things I kind of need to talk about. One being I no longer by Skye. Some of you already knew this, but, just to put it out there for the public. I go by Daisy now.

[And now for the fun part of begging.]

I kind of don't have a job anymore, and, well...

I'm good with technology, it's kind of my thing. Especially computers. So if anyone knows anyone who's hiring non-registered imPorts, hit me up.
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[ Bruce greets the network with a bland smile, brief, shoulders hunched just so, tension lingering in the muscles there. The stance seems almost second nature to him, though, as if that's just the way he usually carries himself. ]

So, this all looks like fun. Too bad I didn't have time to pack. [ His words are as dry as the desert, and his attempt at easing into the video function is stale at best. He presses on anyway; he started it, so he may as well finish. ]

My name's Bruce Banner. I'm still a little green around these parts, [ ha ha ] and I figured this was the best way to get in touch with most of you. The other ImPorts, that is.

Out of mere curiosity: how many of you are familiar with powers or abilities, back in your world? What about heroes, or anything at all even remotely like the system in place here? Did you have any powers at all before coming here?

As for the registration process: I understand there are a lot of perks for those who choose to register. My question is, how difficult is it really to find a job or a place to live while unsettled? If you have the skills, would you say the hiring process is the same as in your world, or more complicated? Financial aid isn't important to me, and I don't mind if I don't get paid a lot or don't have money for any place too fancy. I'll make do.

[ Questions, always so many questions. He smiles somewhat apologetically at the camera. ] Sorry. Inquiring minds, all that.

[ Clearing his throat, ] If the acronym SHIELD or the word Avengers mean anything to you, let me know. I'm— [ He pauses, almost says something else, then just shakes his head dismissively. ] ... done, I think. That's it. Thanks.
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[ It's not particularly noisy wherever Karen is. There's a lot of heavy footsteps and movement where she is, some chatting in the background that fades as she moves along.

Somewhat flatly: ]

You ever get one of those weird feelings in the pit of your stomach? The kind where you get the sense something is amiss? I mean, I assume lots of people do.

[ Guess who got a bad feeling when she found herself in the Porter lab without warning? ]

On top of losing about a week and some, I have to admit I did do a double-take looking at the network just now. It is April Fools, so I had to wonder if this was some elaborate prank people were in on until I did some back-reading and realized something's gone awry with imPorts again.

[ There's just a sigh from her. A quiet, but long and exasperated one. ]

So... do we know who or what did this? Somebody please tell me my employees at Starrware still have their minds. Or ages? I have no idea.

Also I hope somebody's been feeding my cat while I've been gone.

[ video ]

Mar. 28th, 2016 06:37 am
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[No, that's not Eminem. That's Jesse Pinkman, just two years younger but looking more like ten years younger (because the meth business will really do a number on you).]

Yo, okay. Maybe you guys can explain something to me, 'cause I been trying to be all open-minded about this shit but I'm starting to get the feeling I'm on an episode of Punk'd or something.

Help me out: If superpowers are real, how come I don't fucking got any?

I been trying, you know? Not jumping off any buildings to see if I can fly, 'cause I'm not retarded, but like... If we're in Comic Book Land now, I feel like I oughta see some evidence, yo. Where's the TK? Where's the laser eyes? Do I gotta go radioactivate my ass first? Somebody point me in the direction of the nearest toxic waste dump.

Come on, don't tell me I'm the only guy having this problem around here.
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[ To some, the blond hair and chiseled jawline that shows up in the video feed might be familiar—either because they knew him in his last go around here, or in some element or another from their own worlds. To others, he just seems like a particularly clean-cut guy wearing a plain cotton t-shirt and an sympathetic look in his eye. He's been playing a bit of catch-up on what he's missed during his absence; none of it has been good. ]

Seems you guys've been keepin' yourselves busy.

[ It wasn't his choice, but he feels damned lousy for not being here anyway. Not much he can do about that now, but he can at least try to catch up: ]

I'm gonna be at the Lucky Cat Café all afternoon; anyone that wants to drop by for a smoothie, it's on me.

[ Yes, that even includes you, random citizen he's never met; Steve's just that kind of guy. He hesitates a moment, then adds with a nod— ]

Good to be back.

[[ To come claim a free smoothie, feel free to hit up Steve's open log here! ]]


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