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[ Kid's been absent for the better part of the week in the wake of the Debrecen bombings. He didn't inform anyone of where he was going, but given the backdrop of his video feed, he's back in Maurtia Falls. He looks more than a little rumpled and dirty, as if he's been wearing his same suit the whole time (he has been). Nonetheless, he addresses the viewers levelly and calmly. ]

In response to the American government's bombing of Debrecen, in the murder of unaffiliated and undefended civilians, I went to Hungary to assist with the aid efforts. Needless to say, the Hungarian citizens were not pleased by my presence... there was a great deal of resistance to my helping, at times violent. Despite that, I was able to help recover some survivors.

[ Too few of them, though. That definitely explains some of the damage and traces of blood on his clothing... the injuries may have since healed, but the evidence they left doesn't evaporate. ]

I did this in full awareness that my actions would be deemed criminal by the US, and have contacted the proper authorities that I am awaiting their arrival for my arrest, which I do not intend to resist. But I want to make it clear that even benevolent aid efforts, when they are directed to those whom the US government considers enemies, is seen as the same crime as participating in an attack against them. That humanitarian efforts are a crime if they are not approved.

[ Kid's yellow, double-ringed eyes are glowing like coals. For all his outward calmness, this young godling is pissed. ]

My sentence will be temporary, but that doesn't change what I intend to do going forward. The Soviets may have provoked the initial reaction, but the US willingly chose to target primarily civilians. In good conscience, I can no longer support or tolerate their actions.

---

[ OOC: Open log is HERE! ]

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Mar. 2nd, 2016 10:44 pm
fuckinstoplights: (Strangling you is cathartic for me.)
[personal profile] fuckinstoplights
[Kagerou rarely uses his video feed if he can help it. But now... he's too angry to bother with altering the automatic setting. So the network is treated to a view of the tall, lanky robot standing on top of some building in Maurtia Falls, wings twitching in agitation.]

[... He probably also needs to rest and refuel but that's not important right now.]


You. All of you human beings -- how can you live with yourselves!

[Oh, well. Someone saw the news, apparently.]

Disgusting. All of you! Why would anyone want to decide to help you? To be a hero for you? If all you do is murder each other...

I want no part of this. No part of any of you.

You can't have built cities in every inch of this world -- I'll find somewhere you aren't.
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[personal profile] takethestairs
[There's a sound of a man clearing his throat, followed by a young man speaking in a crisp, calm, professional voice]

This is Miles Edgeworth from RISE speaking. I've secured a position in Mexico, and I'm currently working with the local government for ways to help those who are unfortunate to be stuck with our new hosts. However, we cannot do this alone. In order to fight off the Soviet occupation, we will need the help of America and the international community. We need to inform the rest of the world of what's happening to America, and to us. And we need your assistance.

To those of you still in America, we need information. If you see anything, hear anything of interest, I need you to send it to me promptly. However, we do not simply need information. We also need inspiration. We need to show the world that we will not bow down to the occupation. And if you wish to send me anything, remember - there are many ways where we can use our connection to one another to our advantage. We have several intelligent members in our community. I trust your abilities to get creative.

And to our brethren in Mexico... this information is useless if it falls into the wrong hands. We need to send it safely and securely, so the Soviets cannot abuse it. However, I'm afraid that computers and technology aren't my area of expertise. If there's anyone more talented than I am in this field, please, talk to me as soon as you can.

However, we need to do more than to send information safely. Raw information can be... difficult to digest. If anyone in Mexico knows how to polish video or audio footage, your help would be most appreciated.

[OOC: So, here's the IC recruitment post for Edgeworth's plan! Feel free to have your characters volunteer and make IC plans here. Threadjacking is completey welcome. Also, please use this thread to link or summarize everything your characters might send Edgeworth]
rathercommon: (caught in a lie or something)
[personal profile] rathercommon
[ The video clicks on to three people, one front and center a waifish girl with vibrant eyes that many of you probably recognize-- Kitty Jones. Gregor, or as you might know him, Greg Vorthys, stands a bit behind and to the side, a tall figure in dark clothes with a grave cast to his expression and bearing. The third, Nicolas, a shorter man with a beard and fairly wild hair, stands off and behind to Kitty’s other side, where he’s fulfilling the stereotype of filling the room around them with smoke from the cigarette he currently has lit. The latter two of the three have noticeable Russian accents they make no attempt to hide. ]

I’ve got a question for all of you. And I want you to think about it. Really think about it, long and hard. Why are you fighting against the Soviets? Why are you fighting for America?

[ Gregor waits an appropriate pause and then speaks quietly, inviting you to listen closer. ] I've heard from some of you that it's for practicality. Convenience. I did it for that myself. It's frightening and disorienting when we first arrive here, and we depend on their charity.

[ The mention of charity elicits a scoff from Nicolas and he lowers his cigarette to add: ]

Nothing about what they do is charity. Is it charity to flood our veins with machines? A charity to say registration is a choice, when they already plan to hassle those who do not? When they tag and track you like a common beast? [ His words carry an honest enough anger to them. Why shouldn’t they? He’s always had the rage to spare, under his typically quiet demeanor. ] America knows nothing of charity. There are no other options, they already own us.

[ And Kitty nods firmly, fiercely, in agreement with all of this. ]

None of it is for us. None of it helps us. A lot of you, you think because you woke up in America, because they were the first ones to greet you and jam nanites into your system, you owe them something. Or ‘cause you came from some other version of America back home.

But the United States is nothing more than a load of exploiters. They’re nothing more than a lot of abusers. They trapped us and forced us to serve them. They neglected their own citizens in favor of flattering and entrapping us. So why are you talking about fighting back against the Soviets? Fight for them. This is our chance to be free of America’s stifling chains. It’s our chance to make a better future for this country. You all know how hollow and empty and exploitative Capitalism is, how social justice comes from equal treatment of all citizens. You know how violent America is, how they’ve suppressed dissent. How they’ve lied.

This is a chance to lead a better life. Why are you all risking your lives to fight against that? Out of loyalty to a country that’s abused us and lied to us? That’s stupid. We’ve decided to join in with the Soviets, and you ought to, as well.


[ Belatedly, Gregor tries to offer a more moderate view point. ] … At the very least, we must all recognize that neutrality is a luxury we have never had. Any pretense to it will have deep cost. Many of us that went as diplomatic envoys earlier this month saw how little the rest of the world cares for us, and how unwilling they are to provide us any sanction.

You must choose. We all must choose. And clearly-- right now-- strength and protection can be found with the Soviet Union alone. So, please, cast aside denial and acknowledge this reality. Join us.


[ Kitty nods firmly, then glances off at her compatriots. She reaches out to turn off the camera, then says, wanting to get the last word in so that they aren’t ending on Gregor’s civilized, moderate route - and you can be sure she’s grinning as she says it - ]

Down with Capitalism. Up with the people.


[ Kitty is in red for max Communism.
Gregor in Vorbarra gray.
Nicolas is blue but isn’t he always. ]
exceptfebruary: a shadowed calendar man in full costume (Costumed Crook)
[personal profile] exceptfebruary
Sunday, February 14th, 2016.

I had hoped to help you all celebrate today. But unfortunately, I'm a bit tied up at the moment. [ Literally, thanks to a couple of bat and spider-themed interfering do-gooders. But he can still use the network mentally. ] This will have to do.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
How do you cope,
When your loved ones aren't here with you?

[ Calendar Man's tone is cool but vicious. He's completely taking out his anger on the Network. So he's going to dig in deep and aim for the heart. ]

I wonder, how many of you are missing your sweethearts? After all, the Porter is usually disinclined to bring your Valentine with you. Perhaps she did. Perhaps she will. But who knows how long that's going to last?

Or maybe you found someone to be your Valentine here. How lucky for those of you who did. If it is lucky. If they are from your world, you won't remember the relationship when you return. And if they are not, it's almost inevitable you'll be torn apart by a machine you cannot control. Separated by universes.

Today is reserved for love. Find yours. Spend the day with them. Remember to tell them you love them while you still have the chance.

Unless you don't have anyone, of course. Are you better off alone, unloved? You might not have a Valentine today, but at least you won't get hurt.

Happy Valentine's Day, imPorts.
rassera: (more suave than he is)
[personal profile] rassera
[Oh, he's been waiting for this. The moment he got back from Antarctica, the thought of getting somewhere warm enough and able to broadcast to the entire network had been on his mind. He wanted to show this off; HIS WIN. Proving himself where Pan had told him he couldn't. So the feed opens up to show Kaneda leaning back on a chair, using his feet to rock the back legs forward and back. Nothing's in his hands, and he doesn't speak right away--it's as if he's choosing his words for this.

Was he a little petty for showing this off publicly? Maybe, but damn if the asshole didn't deserve it. And hell if it didn't make him feel good.


Kaneda makes a motion, as if physically tossing this video onto a table like a hand in poker. He can't, but the image seems to pop up on the screen anyway as an attachment, leaning back in his chair to look at his fingertips.]



So.

Just wanted to let you all know that Peter Pan seems to think I--we can't handle ourselves.

...Actually, no, just me. Guess he's been such a sore loser over his little jungle adventure that he has to chalk it up to luck, huh? And saying I couldn't handle the mission...or bring everyone back home in one piece.



How SAD is that?

[A hand runs through his hair, giving a laugh deep in his throat.]

Pan. I've got two words for you.


Fuck. Off.

[And off to the side, quietly...you'd miss it if you weren't looking for it...

"Die."

Looks like someone had something to add.]
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[personal profile] nervousrex
[ okay. she's been dwelling on this post for two days now, and if she keeps deleting and rewriting parts of it it's NEVER going to get posted. she has to say this somewhere, right? and, well - maybe this is a good thing. new beginnings, new first impressions - she can make this work!

all she's got to do is paste in the address.
]

Hey there, everyone!
My name's Alphys, and I'm a new imPort here.
To be honest, it's a little overwhelming.
I've never really done something like this before...

But as long as we're all working together,
I know it'll work just fine! :)

have an ooc cut for 800 words of garbage i just typed w h o o p s )
Just knock, and even if I'm not around my roommate should be able to answer!
Let's do our best together, everyone!

Oh, and don't pay any attention to the hero name.
I didn't understand what they were asking me for - LOL!


[ oh, thank god. she's finally got the address pasted in. she closes her eyes, hits the send button and immediately shut the communicator off, taking a good long breath once it's done. she'll look at it in a bit - right now, she needs some recovery time. ]

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Feb. 6th, 2016 09:18 pm
helladoomed: (Just waiting.)
[personal profile] helladoomed
[The video clicks on to reveal another of the network's newest members, the blue-haired, punk rock teen that is Chloe Price. She's sitting somewhere outside, a balcony maybe, and [eople who know Sarah Manning will recognize it as the balcony outside of her apartment. She's straddling the back of a chair, arms folded across it, showing off the sleeve tattoo on her arm. There's a lit cigarette dangling from between two fingers, and it bounces as her hand moves nervously, eyes studying the screen to try and figure out if it's working. The communicator is sitting on the table in front of her, and the blue-haired teen reaches out to give it a poke.]

I guess this thing is on. Okay.

Yo.

[She gives a two-finger wave with her cigarette.]

Name's Chloe, I'm new, just got...sucked up into this weird-ass fuckin' world like the rest of you. Guess it's cool enough so far? Aside from the cold war and Russian kidnappings? Don't really get all that but whatever. Glad I missed it. Let's see, what else. I like long walks on the beach, bad movies and punk rock music.

[She smirks.]

That's what this thing is for right? 'Getting to know our fellow imports?' Man, whatever.

[She rolls her eyes.]

Okay, so, social media bullshit out of the way. [She takes a drag on her cigarette then flicks it away, reaching out to scoop up her cell-phone from home and holding it up to the camera.]

Anyone know how to get my pictures and shit off this and onto this. [She taps the phone then points at the communicator.]

I don't have a laptop or anything to do a normal file swap and I kiiiiiinda don't wanna lose my stuff when the battery on this thing craps out. Probably not gonna get a lot of chances for pictures from home, right?

Anyway, that's it. Hit me up if you want, I got allllll the time in the world.

[She reaches out to scoop up the communicator, but stops right before shutting it off.]

Oh! And if anybody needs a tattoo or a piercing, I'm your girl. Place actually gave me a kinda kick-ass job. Later.

[And...click.]

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Feb. 6th, 2016 06:08 pm
wonk: (woah there)
[personal profile] wonk
pop out 4 a month and fucking everything goes down jfc

apparently there was a fucking kidnapping while i was gone? the russians made an AI which hacked into the porter or smth? would appreciate an upd8 on that whole biz

as 4 my fellow sburb/sgrub players: no news from home, situation p much unchanged

2 the newbies: hi yall im roxy its cool to meet u unless ur a dick

4 everyone else: im back bitches whats up

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Dec. 20th, 2015 11:09 pm
[personal profile] burnmetwice
ok so, weird question. RANDOM, I mean. Random question. it's not weird.

just a yes or no answer is fine!! no need to go into discussion. This is for research, so let's keep the results clean! That's the reason I'm asking not some kind of weird. Reason. Yeah, anyway i'm just trying to prove a point here so don't read into it

if you DON'T know what I'm talking abut there is
ABSOLUTELY ZERO NEED to look it up. Just be thankful for your pure heart and mind and move along. Shield your eyes.

so




raise your hand if you know what yaoi is



ONCE AGAIN I WOULD JUST LIKE TO EMPHASIZE THAT THIS IS A COMPLETELY NORMAL CULTURAL RESEARCH QUESTION
I NEED TO KNOW FOR CLASS.
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[personal profile] glowsferatu
[ The camera turns on to Kanaya's face, looking very much not herself. It isn't only the lack of polish, her makeup missing and hair sweat-drenched and tangled, but not even the right species. There's a softer edge to all of her features, her skin having turned from granite to coper, and of course no horns to speak of. To all appearances, she looks perfectly human, though a disheveled human, at that.

She tries to sit up in her hospital bed, but it isn't an easy task with her leg in a sling. She looks upset, frantic even, her breathing quick and labored, passing through grit teeth.
]

I need blood. Not for me, it's-- [ She pauses, taking a deep breath. ] They won't let me leave! But...it's important.

[ She glances off to the side, knitting her brows as she tries to collect her thoughts. At one point, her breath stills, as if it's stopped, but it isn't long before she breaks back into a gasp. That tactic isn't going to work when she's like this. ]

It has to be at least four. But that's per day, and I don't know how long until I'll be out. More would be ideal. If you have regenerative abilities, that's...even better.

[ She closes her eyes for a moment, taking another deep breath before she look back to the camera. ]

I know it's asking for a lot, but. Please. I need your help.

[ And the camera clicks off. ...Only to click back on a moment later, now private to Sabriel, Kanaya gripping her forehead tightly. ]

Shit. Please. Please don't hurt them. I'm. I'm taking care of it!

[ ooc: Kanaya has telepathy that she has no idea how to control, so it's possible your character might pick up a few thoughts she's accidentally broadcasting! Please let me know in the subject line if you are cool with this. ]
timeframes: (pic#9219555)
[personal profile] timeframes
hey its that time again
this special day when a dude turns seventeen and gets fuck all in return for it
seriously though who the fuck decides im somehow arbitrarily just not eligible for shit until our planet flings itself around the goddamn sun one more time
what difference does it
the president peering through his fuckoff huge space telescope or whatever while he decides who can get tatted up or not
turns to the guy writing the constitution and is like yo that SO TIGHT but you gotta see eighteen of those sick tricks before we let you do anything cool
cant be getting a sweet full sleeve of carebears on your arm or BIG DICK BILL directly on your forehead 
until youve supposedly survived a full set of life experiences absolutely every shitbird out there will have somehow before that magic date passes that allows them to make mature and rational decisions
maybe ive got a serious emergency only fireworks or lottery tickets can solve and because some guy whos most definitely dead decided 1000 years ago to pass some sort of moral judgement on me
something to think about

whatever
point is
i dont really have a point guess its just been a while since ive actually DONE something to mark the day my diapered ass got slammed into the earth at ten thousand miles an hour
so you could indulge in that time honored tradition of giving into the lull of modern consumerism which states you have to bestow worthless crap on someone for the great feat of continuing to breathe another year
or i guess more practically you could stop by krakatoa and listen to some of my sweet jams since i work there or something
hey thats some free advertising right there
i should be getting paid for that namedrop

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Nov. 29th, 2015 01:39 am
munies: (o97)
[personal profile] munies
[ so it turns out, even after being here for so long ( a year now, which is- it's a lot. it's a long time. so she's not thinking about that now! ) it's still really difficult for Teresa to feel comfortable talking to the camera, to post to the network. she's not shy, really, she doesn't mind listening in and responding to other people, but being on the opposite end is wildly intimidating, for some reason. but! far it be from her to step down from a challenge when she's got something on her mind ]

So, I understand the concept of secret identities. I understand the need to protect the person behind the superpowers, and protecting those close to them. I understand the desire to live a normal life outside of what you can do when you use your abilities. It's all- I get it. I promise.

But why here? Why, when everyone is equipped with powers of all kinds without fail, do people still go by an alter ego? I probably sound like I'm trying to make some kind of dig at those who choose to go by a superhero alias, but it's a genuine question. I mean, I highly doubt every one of you just really enjoys wearing a lot of spandex and leather every day, so... What's the real advantage of wearing a mask in a place like this?

[ she's already got a few vague ideas - it's not like she'd know, personally, but she has a couple of friends who rock costumes when they're out using their abilities. it's one thing to take a guess, and another to hear it from someone else, so. that's what this is. super curious, this one. ]

This is coming from someone whose world was full of a lot of codenames, and secrets, and a number of other carefully controlled things I won't get into, so I guess I'm just curious about this because I believe having the choice to be open about who we are and what we can do here is one of the best things about being here. No hiding, no secrets. So... Why?

Video

Nov. 22nd, 2015 12:00 pm
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[personal profile] liverletdie
[ Is Tony Stark reporting in from a beach? He sure is, from Sunny Florida, because beaches are great, and also they don't get this kind of heat now in Virginia.

He even has a pair of sunglasses on, and the smile looks just a bit too self-satisfied.
]

I don't get to take enough vacations. [ Thankfully, the camera is focused on his upper half -- you're all spared the dreaded speedo for now. ] You know, being a CEO and everything, it takes a lot of time. Even now? I've got my comm and my work phone on me.

[ Which pings, right now, and he grins. ]

Oh, speaking of -- [ He holds up a phone for the camera to see. It's not an iPhone, but it is flat, and has beveled edging, but it isn't quite as big as an iphone, at least not for the moment. ]

Okay, okay, so it doesn't look like much. This is the new Starkphone, by the say. The one I've been working on...since the company started? I wanted to do something different with it, so... it took a bit. [ But he waves it again. ] It's going on sale...what, next week? Yeah, Wednesday, just in time for Thanksgiving. I'm sure you've seen the little adverts, but anyway, if you're looking for a phone, they're going to blow all the other ones out of the water, but... well -- we have our comms, right?

Now I was going to talk about how nice beaches are in the middle of November, but... you know, I got distracted. [ By talking about his own work. Go figure. ]

I'll leave it at that, I think. To all you new folks who keep coming in, if you want a job, just come talk to me, alright? I've got a heck of a company, and we can always use more.

[ With that, he pulls to the phone, and actually pulls up the display, which isn't just the screen, but instead what looks like a floating-light keyboard.

Oh yeah, it's definitely a floating light keyboard. It's only on an afterthought that he shuts the comm off.
]
inmyothertights: (Billy - my cape is making me sad)
[personal profile] inmyothertights
Hey everyone.

So if you didn't know, uh. I'm part of a team back in my world of young superheroes called the Young Avengers. It's what it sounds like, if you're from any world that might have people from mine; we're Avengers, only. You know.

Young.

Keep up, guys.

So considering our fearless leader is gone, and after that her fearless lieutenants, all you have is me, her fearless....tank. And I guess I'm stepping up now.

So here's the deal.

If you're over sixteen but you don't feel like joining the adult versions of the same kind of superhero things, talk to me, and let me know. You don't have to register with the government, I'm not registered. You don't have to be a fighter, either. We'll figure out what we can do.

Sound good?

Let me know, and all that.
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[personal profile] quaerit
[ This video opens with a shot of four very unhappy teenagers, all of whom look wrung out. They’re pale and drawn, with shadowed eyes as though they’ve not slept in days. The view of the room behind them can’t clearly be seen, but what’s on show seems scattered and broken, streaked with red. Gansey is front and center, looking considerably more strained than the last time he was here. He is making an attempt to seem calm, but his expression is pinched with worry. Granted, the dark circles under his eyes don’t help. ]

I’m sorry to have to send this message. It’s not my intention to frighten anyone, but it wouldn’t be right not to tell you.

[ He glances at the others. ]

Our friend, Ronan Lynch, is missing. Ordinarily this wouldn’t be a cause for troubling you, but there’s also this.

[ He moves aside to show a full shot of the room. It’s been trashed, and the streaks of red are interspersed with what looks like feathers. The walls have been scored by something long, curved and pointed. Some violence has happened here. ]

We all woke up to this, and we’re concerned he may be in trouble. Adam, show them.

[ Because, by fascinating coincidence, only one of them has a picture of Ronan on their device. They’ve only been here a month, after all.

Adam’s been relatively silent for the whole exchange but when Gansey prompts him for the picture he lifts his device and thumbs through it. Holding it up he shows off an image of the missing boy in question - half out of the shot like it’s been taken by accident but still very recognisable by the shaved head and raven perched on his shoulder.
] Here. [ He lets it stay there for a moment before he drops his arm and once more tries to call Ronan on his cell, glaring down at the unanswered screen like it offends him. ] This is a waste of time, we should be out there looking for him.

[ Gansey sends a sharp look at Adam. Of course they should be out there. They should have been out there, already. ]

We’re going to find him. [ Back to the camera. ] The problem is what might be chasing him.

[ Blue’s been sitting to the side, arms folded, finger to her lips as she gnaws at her lip with a look of frustration and anxiety. Her foot taps against the floor, only stopping when she takes the camera. ] You saw the claw marks. All the destruction.

If it’s what we think it is, then this thing isn’t nice or very pretty. It’s actually really ugly. You’ll know what it is when you see it. It’s big, it’s kind of like the bastard child of a bird and a man that should never have been born. It’s got a beak and everything.


[ For a second, anger gives way to worry. ] It’s nasty. That’s what you really need to know. Just be careful if you see it. Especially if you’re someone who likes to fight and wants to try to take it on.

[ Gansey tilts the phone back, looking suddenly urgent. ]

What she means is, don’t take it on. Get away from it, and call us. If that’s not possible, mind your eyes. It tends to go for them.

[ He steps back again, relinquishing camera space to Blue, who shoots him a look before turning back to the camera herself. Her anger has come back stronger than before. ] And if you’re out there, Ronan, and you see this: answer your damn phone!

[ Noah has been hovering in the background, but now he gently slides into frame to add to Blue’s demand. ] Please. And, you know, don’t die. [ His scared doe eyes say the rest for him: don’t do anything toostupid. While we’re asking for miracles. ]

(( ooc: This post marks the start of Ronan's Angry Birds plot! The ooc post is here.

Gansey is black, Adam is green, Blue is blue and Noah is pink.
))
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[personal profile] htespagheti
( If you want to read this entry without Papyrus font, it is HERE. If you would like to opt out of Papyrus font for your threads, it is HERE.)

[Looks like someone settling in nicely! Papyrus turns on the camera and adjusts his cape before adopting the absolute smarmiest smile possible. Skeletons are always smiling, you say? Well he's smiling even more than that.]

GREETINGS, HUMANS! MY NAME IS PAPYRUS. THE WAIT IS OVER! YOU DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE WAITING FOR ME, BUT YOU WERE!

YOU MAY HAVE NOTICED I AM NOT A HUMAN! GOOD OBSERVATION!! YOU HAVE A KEEN EYE! I AM IN FACT............. A SKELETON!! (THAT'S A KIND OF MONSTER.) BUT DON'T BE AFRAID! I'M HERE TO BE A SUPERHERO... INSTEAD OF CAPTURING HUMANS TO POPULATE THE DUNGEON!

IT'S KIND OF A SHAME... I'M A DAB HAND AT FURNISHING JAILS. I'LL JUST HAVE TO FIND SOMEWHERE ELSE TO SET OUT SQUEAKY BONES AND KIBBLE FOR GUESTS????

I EVEN ALREADY HAVE A CAPE. PRETTY LUCKY THAT I WAS WEARING THAT WHEN I SHOWED UP, BECAUSE I DEFINITELY DON'T HAVE IT ON EVERY SINGLE SECOND OF THE DAY, WITHOUT FAIL.
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[personal profile] glowsferatu
hope can be such a fickle thing

ive lived my life without it for years and it chooses now of all times to barrel its way back in
but none of that makes it fit in the environment
its only like an ice cube trying to enjoy a summers day

even when im staring at it in front of me i cant seem to conquer the idea that it isnt mine
that im not the one who gets a happy ending its only being borrowed from someone else
another me from another timeline who things progressed more happily for
another me who could look at this and actually feel like shes earned it

i dont know what to do with this feeling
except to know its made a fool of me


[ She includes a photo taken on her desk, some weird black ball covered in candy corn spikes. Is it a Halloween decoration? ]

im going to be a mother after all
wonk: (smile)
[personal profile] wonk
everybody yeah

rock yo body yeah

everybody yeah

rock yo body right

backstreet's back ALRIGHT

its ya girl roxy im back from my home universe a bunch of reasonably cool shit went down

dave i remember meeting u back home

karkat i remember

overhearing u

back home

shit theres rly only five of us here isnt there

damn

anyway it was a good trip back though

OTHER QUESTIONS: ur making a startup app 1. how do u get seed funding and 2. whats a good way 2 make sustainable money off it besides ads + charging to download bc i can use those in a pinch but theyre not super great yknow?

also if by any chance u are in regular internet contact w/ anybody not on this network vry soon i will replace skype w/ something infinitely better

um i think thats all for now

roxy out!

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