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OOC translation for people who don't hate themselves )

video.

May. 14th, 2017 12:51 pm
ohmyclara: (are you satisfied with an easy life)
[personal profile] ohmyclara
Hello!

[Clara waggles her fingers at the camera. She looks somewhat happily frazzled, dressed in a bathrobe and holding a cup of tea.]

Should have announced this sooner, but April was a bit mad. Cosima Neihaus and I are getting married down at the De Chima Planetarium tonight, bit of an informal thing, so if you want to come just bring comfy shoes and a bottle of champagne. And I hope you're not allergic to dogs!

(( ooc: I'll link the log for the wedding when it goes up later! As long as your character isn't looking to cause mischief, consider it okay for them to be there. ))
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[ Wonder of wonders, it's time for a rare as hell Sarah network post. But today is an important day, and for more people than just her, she's sure. When she appears on the network early in the afternoon, she's subdued, but then again, she always kind of is when she's doing something on the network. ]

Anyone else really missing their kid today? Or maybe just missing their mum?

[ That's it. She doesn't have a lot to say. The questions hang in the air for a few seconds, and then she reaches over and shuts the feed off. ]
couldbebeautiful: (can we be seventeen?)
[personal profile] couldbebeautiful
[The feed opens onto a view of a kitchen in De Chima, and—a Roomba. The Roomba that's come with this particular household, in fact, whirring cheerfully away. It doesn't actually seem to be cleaning, however: in fact, it's just soaking up the sunlight by the window, like a cat.

This is already weird enough by itself, but clearly the person shooting this video has other plans. The camera turns, to reveal Veronica Sawyer.]


So I noticed this little—what was it called, a Roomba? It's started following me around lately, which is really weird but kinda cute. [She smiles a little.] I just came home and saw it like this.

[She turns the camera around again, to focus on said Roomba. It is now making an odd whirring noise that could easily be construed as a mechanical version of a purr. Then she turns the video back on herself.]

Anyone feel like helping me name a semi-sentient vacuum cleaner that thinks it's a cat? Personally I'm leaning towards Fluffy, but I'm open to suggestions.
heckblazer: (i need yet another bloody drink)
[personal profile] heckblazer
[ It's probably not a video he records or posts deliberately, considering his lack of technological competence. But there he is, slouched alone on a pub patio, moping behind a cloud of cigarette smoke. He's well into a bottle of...good Lord, flavoured vodka? Birthday cake, no less?

Well. It's not like lushes can be picky. ]


Huh. Didn't think I'd make it to see another one of these days.

[ He adds his cigarette butt to the mountain on the ashtray in front of him, and lights another, muttering softly between his teeth, ]

Happy fuckin birthday to ya, Johnny.
Useless twit.

01 [video]

May. 10th, 2017 06:39 pm
honorobble: (awkward / hahaha)
[personal profile] honorobble
[Robb is getting the hang of these machines and when he appears on the screen his eyes are large and it is obvious that he is experiencing something between excitement and fear.]

Gods...! [The image on the screen changes from a very close up look of Robb's face to a blurry black shape behind him, lying on the ground.] There is a dragon behind our house!

[He crouches down and sneaks closer, holding the communication device in front of him so everyone can see the dragon on the screen. It is black and fairly big and definitely asleep.]

It truly is a dragon! [Back to his face and when he speaks he whispers.] No one has told me about dragons living here!

Dragons!
forcer: (When I was 16 my senses fooled me)
[personal profile] forcer
[ Not wanting anybody to see his face, Kylo switches the video off before pressing record. He takes a deep breath, not really satisfied with having to do this - he should be able to find out more about this place and find the people he is looking for without any assistance - but this place is large and this seems much more efficient. The technology is outdated, the small device similar to a datapad but much less useful and without a holo function. This must be something that pre-dates his parents, his grandparents, even. ]

This place, I'm not familiar with it. It's not where I'm supposed to be, not even in our galaxy, yet...

[ He pauses, taking a breath, giving himself a moment to gather his thoughts and center himself. There are Force users here, more than one, and he's certain of it. He'll search every city until he finds them, burn them down, kill them all until he finds what he's looking for. However, if anybody can give him any information, save him from traveling through each city until he finds them... ]

Tell me where Skywalker and Solo are. I know they're here, I can feel it.

✞ video

May. 8th, 2017 11:36 pm
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[personal profile] sunlighter
[The video screen opens to the Church of the Morningstar, a large, pristine building of white concrete and hard, sharp, modern edges. It's owner, both of the phone in possession and the church in name, stands in front of it wearing a long black overcoat with the collar pulled up on this unseasonably cold day.]

You have no idea how disappointing it is to finally come outside the prison of creation and be surrounded by the ensnarement of worship. And not of anything, but of me most importantly-- something that, I must profess, becomes more tiring by the day. You've all chosen to squander your chance to live by your desires only to build a prison of rules and governing around yourselves. Even here, having left those devices, you've so eagerly baited yourselves again. Let's change that, shall we?

[He waves his hand, and the church in front of him warps and collapses in on itself, a twisting of light that causes its viewers to blink only to be met with an entirely new creation-- a piano bar which reveals itself to intimate prohibition-style decor within. A sexily backlit 1923 Steinway piano ties together a room dotted with small tables perfect for a night of Jazz music and drinks. Lucifer takes a seat and crosses one leg over the other, different looking perhaps than those of the same name imPorts have been familiar with in the past. In fact, he bears a striking resemblance the Thin White Duke.... or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that the Thin White Duke resembled him.]

'Lux'... a name I once chose impertinently to create something of my own in the entrapment of His will, seems a little unsuitable now that I've liberated myself of those titles. A new name, I think, would be more appropriate. Perhaps 'Revīvēscere'.

01; video

May. 8th, 2017 04:01 pm
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[personal profile] lempereur
[ A young man appears in the frame, situated next to the open window during sunset, pinks and oranges slapped across the background behind him. Almost as if waiting for the perfect, magic hour lighting was more urgent than getting acquainted with the new, strange world he had been thrust into.

Nah, it couldn't be. ]


Hello, everyone. My name is Yusuke Kitagawa.

[ Yusuke has a far-off look on his face, like he's trying to choose his next words carefully. Or daydreaming about crusteceans. Who can know, really?

His stomach rumbles audibly, loud enough for the communicator to pick up, but he carries on normally. ]


This world is fascinating. So many lovely places, and people...I've been treated well. I am willing to offer my aid if this place truly needs it.

But before I do anything else, I must find an art supply store. Immediately. Perhaps one with some sort of payment plan options. I'll have to start my collection again from scratch, any help at all would be much appreciated.
kestreldawn: ([pensive] yavin IV)
[personal profile] kestreldawn
So, I hear there are ways for us to learn how to control our .. well, for lack of a better word, powers. Information on such an establishment would be appreciated.

I. [video]

May. 5th, 2017 08:54 pm
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[personal profile] wintersfallen
[It takes a moment for the image to stabilize and come into focus. When it does there is weary face, wearing a stony expression. The man on the screen looks older than his 35 years, and it is hard to imagine that he has ever smiled. When he speaks his voice is just as grim.]

My name is Ned Stark. I am searching for my wife, Catelyn, and any of our children who may be here. Rob, Jon, Sansa, Arya, Bran, or Rickon. [He speaks each of their names clearly, pausing briefly to let them sink in. You’d better be listening, people.]

If you have met any of them and could tell me where they may be, I would be most grateful.

[There’s a flicker of emotion there, clearly visible if one is looking closely - a bone-deep sorrow in those tired eyes. He misses his family dearly. He’d do anything to have them back.]

Thank you.

[He murmurs those last words as he reaches out to turn off the camera. Because Ned Stark is too much of a man to let the whole city see him cry.]
glassfall: Cinders' ball gown. ({Because your real life is tragic})
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[The screen is dark at first, and someone unseen mutters quietly enough that the words aren’t able to be made out over the sound of swishing silk. All this goes on for a few minutes, until, at last, the camera quickly pans up over a magnificent - albeit revealing - purple gown to settle on the face of a young woman, covered by a mask. She smiles triumphantly.]

Ha! I knew I’d get it right, eventually. That is, as long as this thing is on. [She squints at something on the device she holds, as if trying to discern that it is.] I’ve never run into a gadget like this before. How fascinating, to be able to communicate across a distance! And so clearly, too! [Sophia would love this weird little thing.] I knew this night would change everything… but I had no idea things would change this much.

[She grins happily, excited - and not a little nervous, at this novel situation.] Why, I never imagined I’d run into anything like this in my life! How strange this kingdom is. Strange, and exciting, and… well, a bit frightening. Of course, it’s nothing I can’t handle. [Said with all the confidence of a young person who really has no idea of what she’s doing, but is sure of herself nonetheless.] Anyhow, hello, everyone! You can all call me Cinders. I’m from a place far from here, from what I was told, and… I guess they need heroes? I don’t know that I’m much of one, but I’m certainly willing to try. [After all, if she can charm the prince the way she just did, she can do anything! Right? Right. Of course she can! Moving on.] Although, I really wasn’t expecting my shoes to pop back on after the length I threw one of them. [And here, as if to demonstrate, she ducks out of sight and rummages around her skirt a bit until she can remove a beautiful, delicate slipper, composed of leather and glass - and just a bit too small to be comfortable on her feet. Sitting back up, she displays it to the camera, curiously watching it glitter in the light as though it’s going to do a trick.] As lovely as this get-up is, I rather wish I were in my old rags. After a night like the one I’ve just had, at least I could be comfortable.

[And just like that, her slippers, mask, and ballgown vanishes in a puff of magical-looking, almost Disney-esque, smoke and glitter, showing Cinders’ face in full, and displaying some carefully patched rags, along with an old leather vest and waist-cinched the looks as if it should be falling apart. She jumps a bit and gasps, blinking for a fair few moments, confused.]

… Wait, what?!
andtherevolution: (lying back)
[personal profile] andtherevolution
[There aren't any questions about what this place is or what it's like. Utena's already gotten used to all of that. She does, however, have a question about something else that's been on her mind: employment. She flops on her new bed and turns on her device, and the network will see a zoomed in image of her eye before she stretches her arms and raises her communicator, showing her from the shoulders up]

So. The government gives us these jobs when we get here, right? But what do you do when it's something you're not cut out for? Like...

[Okay, recording like this isn't very comfortable after all. She stops and rolls over on her side, and adjusts the camera so it's focusing mostly on her face]

I'm supposed to be a teacher, sort of. Or maybe instructor is a better way to put it? ...anyway, I'm supposed to give fencing lessons now. And it's not that I'm bad at it, but...

[She bites her lip and glances away for a moment, uncertain of how much she should (or how much she even wants to) explain about the duels.]

Well, I'm not really used to "standard" fencing matches. I mean, I've fenced before, but the last time I did the rules were kind of weird, and as soon as I got used to it the game would change again. The only real advice I could give is, "hey, don't get stabbed," but that's not really good advice, is it? I mean, that's what swordfighting is all about, I guess, but...

[She sighs, and flops back on her pillow]

I'm not really sure what I should do about this. I still need to talk to them - the people who run the lessons, not the guys who gave me the job - but... I guess I'm just worried that they'll expect more from me than what I can give them. That they'll expect me to be some master fencer from a movie or storybook or something like that. Has anyone else had to deal with that? With their bosses expecting them to be something they're not, I mean.

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