two { video } cauchemar

[lurings]

[ even in the florida heat (does florida even have fall or is it just summer and summer lite? sigh, she wants four seasons again.), abigail had a scarf neatly looped around her throat. she looks exhausted and much like she's sitting up in bed, but considering the video feed comes relatively late at night when night is turning to morning, it may be that she just woke up.

her question is simple and she doesn't waste time leading up to it, just spits it out and lets it soar away into the ether before she can think better of it. ]

Does anyone else have trouble with nightmares?

two ( text ☇ voice )

[fingerbang]

What was the date when you arrived here?

[ This is the most important part, at least by the standards of the persona she's tried to project thus far, and as such demands the most attention and response. Hence the text!! But that's not the end of the broadcast by half. Immediately after the text portion gets fired off, the audio kicks in, and some broad starts talking. Her tone is businesslike, but not brisk -- like she knows exactly what she's going to say, but is in no particular hurry to say it.

Or like she's more than happy to listen to herself talk for ages. It could also be that. ]

I'm not about to flatter myself by assuming I'm the only one who's been watching, but I don't believe anyone's remarked on this yet. Not here, at least. And we know what happens when one keeps information hostage, right?

[ HO HO HO HO HO. She doesn't really sound amused, although her voice briefly lilts into the appropriate register. ]

If we take this entire wave of imPorts -- the ones who've arrived and departed within the year -- as a whole, there have been several different patterns for arrivals. I wasn't there, so please, correct me if I'm wrong. But to my knowledge, between the initial group in January and those who began to appear in February, there were no stragglers. There was simply the one, and then the rest of us. From then on, it appears to have been a fairly continuous flow.

But I don't think we're keeping to it now. This is based only on what I've noticed, so I can't say for certain when it started or whether the change is significant at all. Still, some of you have to have noticed there were more introductions toward the beginning of last month than there were at the end. I believe the timing has changed again -- so that the majority of newcomers show up at the beginning of the month and, as it goes on, cease to arrive entirely. A happy medium, I suppose you could call it. Particularly happy for the government, since it ensures newcomers can hardly get their bearings before they're given the choice to register.

Some of you have been theorizing that Lachesis is present again. If that's so, you should be looking to the way she measures. She was a little less organized in the old universe, as I remember -- but back then, she wasn't under supervision. It's funny how things change.

TEXT

[crabcake]

[Someone's been rather asocial since his arrival. He's spent most of the time adjusting to being human and dealing with empathy headaches that have mostly subsided now. It's time to be a little less of a loner, even if it is only digitally.]

So. Names.

I suppose everyone must have one, so we don't all dissolve into chaos and epithets.

My own names have been chosen for me in the past, and I no longer find them suitable. I would like something new. A fresh start. However, I am loathe to admit that I don't know where to start when it comes to choosing oneself a name.

Advice would be appreciated.

[And it doesn't help that he has zero experience with human names, either.]

VI: [Video]

[closetshark]

[Pitch's brow is raised in curiosity for a change, letting out a soft sigh before he begins. He isn't in his twisted abode but somewhere where all the stars of the sky are visible above and behind him.]

There are things about you, you humans, that I have never truly fathomed the reasoning behind.

Why do you love?

[It isn't something he has ever understood, as a being of Fear who's sole existence has been about survival things like love are somewhat out of his ability.]

There is no logic to it, no... clear reasoning. It only brings you pain and suffering in the end. Only ends in sorrow.

What drives you to put so much investment in to another individual that you lose the will to continue on without them?

Explain this to me, for even in all my watching and years of knowing your fears of losing it I have yet to understand why.

░ THREE. ▍TEXT.

[selfimage]

[ on the network tonight there's something that distinctly Doesn't Belong. ]

Three-Sided by LOKIOFASGARD 13 Sep 2014
imPort (Relations) | Mature (17+) | Work in Progress

Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Matt Murdock/Harvey Dent, Matt Murdock/Tony Stark, AU, NSFW, Matt Murdock, Tony Stark, Harvey Dent, Lawyer Sex, Office Sex, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Dubious Politics, Dubious Everything, Making This Up As I Go

Summary
Harvey Dent is caught manipulating the mortal legal system, and Matt Murdock must defend his integrity—even as they fall further into the abyss of judicial enchantment! The two of them land themselves in the political scandal of century, while Tony Stark becomes tangled in a seemingly unrelated web of courtroom drama caused by his own heavy hand.

As they dig themselves deeper into personal complications, they become increasingly threatened with a reveal that would expose their intense, yet clandestine love triangle.

Language: English Words: 30,938 Chapters: 5/? Comments: 127 Kudos: 54 Bookmarks: 16 Hits: 1586

[ for whoever decides to dive right into the bowels of this terrible real person fic, it's quite well-written. the prose is almost poetic, and the characterizations and dialogue believable. included is a fairly graphic elevator scene.) it's gripping and gritty, if not a little theatric and self-indulgent. despite it being quite lovely, there's the distinct feeling that the reader might actually need a shower, whoops.

it's up on the network for about ten minutes before ]

ETA Whoopsie. Misfire.

[ a wild fanmix appears. ]

first star to the right

[unhand]

[There's a pirate leaning in far too close to the camera and blinking a lot. Then he frowns and moves it back a little. He spends a little too long staring at it and frowning before finally deciding it's good. Does he realize it's recording already? It's unclear. But when he finally decides to talk, he doesn't push anything. He just smiles, nodding towards the camera.]

Evening. I'm Captain Hook. And I have a question for our esteemed overseers. Specifically, those jocular miscreants in charge of employment.

[He lifts his hook. There are bits of wire and clockwork dangling from it. Clearly the remains of what used to be a clock of some sort. It's dead now.]

Don't misunderstand me, I'm rather dextrous with my hook, but even I have my limits. Really, clockmaking? I can hardly think of any tasks I'd be more ill-suited to perform.

Honestly, weren't there any opportunities for sea-faring careers?

text

[lyingheart]

Busy day/night on here. Adding to it in brief:

1. Does anyone here know ballroom dance?

2. Is anyone willing to learn?

[ this is probably totally a genuine interest by Annie to learn some form of cultural dance relevant to the history of this world (no). or... it's a ruse related to tracking something else down involved with ballroom dancing (basically). ]

001↑ VIDEO

[tooscience]

[See a dinosaur in a vest. See a dinosaur in a vest talking. Just a normal day.]

PRIMITIVE MEAT PESTS ON THIS SORRY EXCUSE FOR A VINE/TWITTER ABOMINATION! I REQUIRE YOU BRING TO ME ALL OF YOUR CRYSTALS!

[Yelling. Definitely yelling and not talking.]

I AM NEW AND CLEARLY IN NEED OF AID!

[He pauses a moment to glance at some papers before looking back up at the camera.]

Mime? MIME IS NOT A JOB! MIMES DON'T DO SCIENCE! Have you mammals changed your mammaly words again?! Is this some hipster thing?!

I DEMAND SOMEONE TRADE WITH ME!