002. ( video. ) from the desk of kavinsky & sarissa; a hot mess.

[magnitudes]

( This should, arguably, look like a pretty idyllic sort of set up. The sun is setting, casting the sky in red and oranges, and the waves are breaking on the beach, and it’s all just pretty nice.

And then Sarissa appears, a few meters back from the recording device. She’s looking less nice, testing the split in her lip with her tongue as she ties her hair back in a messy attempt at a bun and does up a helmet. It kind of looks like she’s wearing a stash of roller derby style knee and shoulder pads and the like, but her hands and wrists have nothing, and she’s barefoot. )

Okay, attempt twenty-four, now with cameraman.

( A nod to whoever it is behind the camera. Sarissa’s voice is tired, a little raspy, but ) Thanks, by the way. This’ll help.

( She rolls her shoulders, soliciting an alarming crunch from them that she ignores, and then it’s straight to it. ‘It’ being a glow in her palms that starts to spark, before she breaks into a run and jumps.

Pretty high jump, that, definitely past what’s the average human jumping range, and the spark of pyrotechnics at her hands intensifies. For a brief, glorious moment, it looks like Sarissa might just be flying—

— before the spark isn’t enough to keep her up, she’s falling. At least she manages to break it up a bit with a sudden burst of the fireworks from her hands, but it doesn’t do much except slow her down, and a second or so after she’s still face planting with spectacular grace and poise into the shallows. )

Fuuuuck yeeees. [and that right there would be whoever it is behind the camera, a voice that is as viscerally familiar to some as nails raking chalkboard. young. male. the camera jolts, shakes, then abruptly zooms on sarissa’s inelegant faceplant on the pitted sand. The top of her helmet is cute.] And that, motherfuckers, is take twenty four. Homegirl can fly. Yo. YO!

[kavinsky raises his voice; he’s practically screaming across the beach. apparently, apart from cameraman duties, kavinsky has also taken it upon himself to be emotional support.] Patty Pan. You look asleep or dead, but mostly, you’re in the way. Of the fucking nudie colony.

( There should be some sort of verbal response, probably, but instead there’s Sarissa groaning and spitting out sand. Lovely - if by ‘lovely’ we mean the opposite of that. )

Of the what? ( Never mind. She’s trying to roll her shoulder, and winces. ) Somehow I thought smashing into the sand would feel less like running into a brick wall.

( Blergh. More sand. )

Don’t worry, ladies. Gents. [kavinsky swoops a few running steps toward sarissa. the camera gets really shaky. As he gets closer, her disgruntled, sand-flecked face grows larger in the viewfinder of the screen.] It’s not brain damage, [he reassures the audience, glibly.] She was like that before. HEY. [the camera stabilizes. by now, they’re enough to see crystals on sarissa’s eyelashes.] Rissa. You got a caption before we upload? Make it good. How many people survive their last words?

Get fucked, mate.

( Equal parts camaraderie and irritation, roughly. HAND OVER CAMERA, shoving it away, handling the situation like a mature adult. And then, muffled, there is a moment of belated realisation: ) Wait, are you broadcasting that? You son of a--

( And cut. )


( ooc: Green is Kavinsky, purple is Sarissa and action options are totally welcome :Db )

video; backdated to May 4

[eastdetective]

[Today was May 4. Conan had spent all day with the nagging feeling that he had forgotten something rather important. But try as he might, he simply could not think of what it might be.

He forgot about that concern when he walked into his room in Maurtia Falls #5 and discovered that somebody had left a rather large and garishly decorated cake on his desk. A quick search of the room revealed no clue on who had brought the cake or how it had arrived in the room without notice.

And he didn't have the equipment at the moment to test it for poison or other traps. That left him with only one option.

He opens the video feed. To anyone watching he appears to be a brightly curious child wearing a pair of oversized glasses.]

Has anyone heard anything about someone leaving cakes in rooms? Because there's one in mine and I can't figure out where it came from.

[The boy adjusts his glasses and smiles.]

Don't worry!  I didn't eat any of it. Because something like this is really suspicious, right? 

[Conan wouldn't be nearly as suspicious if he had only remembered that today was his birthday.]

 

audio;

[ursawhiner]

[It's a little odd to see an audio post coming from this ID; the Pines are usually all about the video evidence. What's even more strange is that Dipper's voice sounds a little... squished?]

Hey uh, we're back! I mean, me and Mabel and the grunkles and Pacifica. Lots of stuff happened and there was a giant robot and some demons, but we're all fine. Me and Mabel got to celebrate our 13th birthday again, so now we're double 13. Or something. Sorry if we worried anyone!

Kind of off topic, but does anyone know how to turn your powers off? Pretty urgent, would really like an answer soon, okay bye.

[The Pines family and Pacifica have returned!]

first arte - video

[circulets]

(( Note that because Mikleo is a seraph, only characters with a higher level of resonance will be able to see/hear Mikleo. For everyone else? Well. It just seems like Sorey is talking to air.... ))

[Okay, so this isn't the first time Sorey is using it. He seems to have had more practice than his first attempt or prior when he was a child for a while, at least. He gives the phone a wave, before running a hand through his hair.] So, uh. I was wanting to say hi? Looks like we're getting some more people showing up. I -- we can try help answer some questions but others have been here longer than me and Mikleo have.

[ Mikleo nods his head, looking to the camera, and then to Sorey again. ] Don't forget, most people can't see me. But, for those who can, we've settled in more than enough to know a fair amount of information about this world.

[Sorey gives a nod, by now a bit more used to most not being able to see his friend.] Yeah! The main thing we wanted to ask was the Porter - a couple of friends were here from home, but not anymore. But there's no way to figure how it works or if they might come back, is there?

[ Mikleo crosses his arms, leaning against the nearby wall. ] Well, we wanted to know the chances of them reappearing here again, anyways. I've heard that there have been cases when those who have been ported come back.

Right! And how sometimes people might remember being here? Or some don't.....? I don't know if there's any sort of pattern with that or not. Just figured it couldn't hurt to ask. And oh yeah! I guess Glenwood had different holidays to here. I was thinking of doing a list or something since there seem to be a lot.

[ The look on Mikleo's face becomes fairly dry at that. ] ... Hey, that's a pretty big jump to suddenly make with this, isn't it...?

Is it? I was just thinking of what I wanted to ask about..... [But maybe it is? Sorey's so used to the seraphim, or talking in person about most anything that comes to mind that he doesn't really think much about this.]

It is. [ He sighs lightly, but looks to the device quickly enough. ] We're more used to festivals being held to celebrate different days and events, so we're curious to know about different holidays.

Like the one in Ladylake with the Sacred Sword, yeah. So if anyone can tell us about the ones here, that'd be neat! [Evidently, Sorey is way used to Mikleo's sighing and correcting him by now. So he doesn't really react much if at all to such things.]