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WILL YOU HELP SAVE THE WORLD?

Mask or Menace is a panfandom urban 'superhero' genre DWRP game, where heroes, villains, and everyone in between seek to survive and thrive in a world loosely parallel to our own.

Aug. 12th, 2016

voice;

Aug. 12th, 2016 01:25 pm
mathemagier: I'm explaining a thing (Quiet pls)
[personal profile] mathemagier
I'm looking for individuals to lend their voices to navigational technology.

Any genders capable of speaking clearly and maintaining a calm, professional tone. Particularly interested in multilingual individuals. This is temporary paid work.

If interested, please respond using the audio function or upload a voice sample.

-Dr. H. Gottlieb


[ooc: feel free to link a character clip or provide a description!]
4thdimensional: (gadgetry)
[personal profile] 4thdimensional
What's happening, people?

I'm at my wit's frazzled end here, and I am hoping against hope that one of y'all can help.

When you've screwed up seriously with a friend, and you're being iced out, how do you break the silence? I'm losing my grip here, and the thought that we'll never again be tight hurts worse than hell.

[Not seen over text: Doc's scrunched-up face, both from the personal turmoil he's dug for himself and the furious rifling through modern reference books as he desperately tries to disguise his 'voice'.]
restingstitchface: Handmade - DNT (Progress)
[personal profile] restingstitchface
Hello. I have some questions.

[Jonathan Crane turns on the video, dressed in a fine suit, and smiles a little.]

Do we shape the world or does the world shape us? Is there a ghost in the machine or do we never think at all? And if we do not think, can we afford to permit people to be free?

[He leans back in the chair and gestures open-handedly.]

Difficult question, right?

Let's break it down: is free will an illusion? And are individual actions dependent on the consequences of those actions? I would appreciate the opportunity to hear your thoughts.
bloodcravings: (nagging wife icons)
[personal profile] bloodcravings
--ike this, Mika. See? [There's suddenly a shot of two teenagers, the darker haired one with green eyes seeming to be the one holding the phone and aiming the camera at them. Supposedly for practice, not actually realizing it's recording quite yet, instead he looks from the camera to the other next to him, wanting to ensure Mika is following along.]

I know how a phone works, Yuu-chan. [The blond is frowning over at his friend, not giving the device any of his attention.] It's just that I have no reason to use it except to talk to you.

[That's just how he likes it. Not being forced to talk to anyone he doesn't want to, not having to show his face when necessary. Given the opportunity, Mika would never reveal himself over the network.]

I just wanted to be sure. I mean, these ones you can talk to everyone at once! A lot of technology seems more advanced than back home. [Which is probably not too surprising, given the situation with the virus and all. Obviously that diverted things from such progress, more focused on finding better means to fight against the vampires.] Besides, I'm sure you'll make other friends you'll want to talk to besides me. Once you get to know everyone more. You've only been here a few days still, give them time.

[Mika looks away then, trying not to get huffy. Away from Yuu and the device both. There are so many things he doesn't say because he knows the other teen won't be happy with any of them. He doesn't need friends and he doesn't want to get to know anyone. All he needs was sitting right next to him.] I suppose it is a good way to collect information from other people without actually having to go near them. With all its fancy features, I don't even have to say a word or show my face. That's alright I guess.

Exactly! We couldn't really make use of this sort of thing back home with everything, but it's really handy! We can still talk when I'm out at work or in class -- or, well, not in class but with breaks at least. [He gives a nod, smiling before considering a moment.] You don't have to. Show your face. You can text people instead, or just talk like a normal phone. If you're worried about it. [Worried about scaring some of them or the questions he might be asked, with Mika's fangs and red eyes.]

Your side might not have been able to but there were still ways of talking to other people long distance. Krul did it with other progenitors that were overseas. [With that, Mika raises a hand to poke Yuu in the forehead gently. The frown is still present but there's something lighter and less serious about him than when they started this conversation.] I'm not worried, I just don't like talking to people in general. [Something that's changed so drastically over the last four years.]

M-Mika... [Ack. But he can't say he isn't used to it. A poke is way less painful than dealing with Guren's kicks, anyway. There is something of a pout at his lips, but it's quick to fade more, though not entirely.] What if other people want to talk to you though? You should give them a chance. [Yeah. While it is understandable, considering all Mika went through since, it's rather telling how they've switched roles in some ways since that time together prior.]

[A sigh escapes the blond because this is just something that Yuu isn't going to give up on. The other boy is stubborn like that. Yet Mika isn't so easily changed.]
Why would anyone want to talk to me? I'm not anybody important - especially not to a bunch of strangers. [It was different with Yuu's friends, they were important to Yuu so of course he had to give them a chance. And maybe they weren't too terrible for humans. But this world is filled with people who aren't Yuu's friends and there's no reason he should give them half the chance he's given others.]

They don't have to be strangers. Come on, you can even practice with me before I turn it on properly! [Of course Yuu is stubborn. But that's only in part because of his desire to see Mika happy. He is also well aware of the Porter here and how easily it could end up separating them. If Mika makes some bonds and connections, Yuu would feel the better for it, if it came down to himself being pulled back home.]

For them to not be strangers, that would require-- [Whatever Mika was going to say is cut short when his eyes flicker to the communicator in Yuu's hand. To the red light that was glaring back at them. With movements too quick for any normal human gaze to keep up with, his hand is covering the screen. His voice drops down to a hissing whisper.] Yuu-chan! It's already recording! How do you erase it?

E-eh? It -- I don't know. I've never had to. I didn't realize I actually pressed it when I just meant to show you. Just turn it off and we'll figure it. [Maybe. Or not. At least everyone is spared Yuu's flailing a bit, as Mika's hand covers the camera and screen.]

Tch. [Is the only verbal response that comes from Mika, he's already said too much. So he shuts it down before he'll continue his conversation with Yuu.]
renamaer: (rattle)
[personal profile] renamaer
[The communication device flickers on with uncharacteristic static and a brief screech of feedback. It seems to have been an accident, as no one immediately addresses the network. The static clears soon enough; the device is apparently lying on its side, propped up against something, showing a darkened room, apparently a basement. There is an oddly ethereal glow in the distance that dies down, leaving the room lit only by dim light bulbs once again.]

Try it one more time [ Despite the dim lighting, Rita has no problems scribbling notes down in her book, muttering herself as she works out the formula] I need to get a better reading on your magic.

Are you sure, Rita? [Estellise seems pretty nervous about this suggestion, but soon enough, the glow from earlier starts up again. This time, unlike what had happened earlier, all of the already dim light bulbs start to flare and flicker, flashing bright, then dimming almost to nothing. In the background, something starts to beep repeatedly - a microwave trapped forever in its “ready” state, declaring its cycle over, again and again. It is joined by more malfunctioning electronic beeping, as if every device in the room chose that moment to go off; it is impossible to hear anything else over the din. The earlier glow disappears, but the chaos continues; sparks start to fly, and the sharp report of glass shattering joins the chaos as the bulbs flare and burn out explosively one after another.]

Uh, Estelle-- [Rita appreciates this fantastic display of science, but it’s hard to concentrate in the cacophony]

Rita-- I can’t make it stop--! [The last bulb bursts and there is a sudden near-total darkness and silence, seeming almost oppressive after the earlier mess, broken by the sound of a door opening; there is no light coming from upstairs either.]

RITA!

[The microwave starts up again abruptly, beeping and drowning everything out--including Flynn’s voice--until Rita notices the light on Estelle’s device]

--what the--

[and the feed abruptly shuts off]

[The feed starts up again about ten minutes later, this time with just a very ill-lit Estelle (apparently using the flashlight feature of her device at the same time), looking apologetic and more than a little bit frazzled.]

Um--! [She ducks her head in apology.] I’m so sorry for the trouble everyone--! But if there’s anyone out there who knows how to - Rita, what was it again? Oh right - rewire the electricity? I don’t really know what happened, but if anyone has the time and inclination to help, it would really be appreciated. [Bowing again] I’ll definitely compensate you for your services.


[OOC: This is a case of Estelle’s new energy-based powers going just a bit awry. Please feel free to react to any point in this post! I'm also available at [plurk.com profile] rizubee if anyone has questions.]