dragony: (n - but i love these capri's)
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So. Nightmares.

[ It's closing in on four in the morning. The sky is dark, the night is not yet dying, and this is a completely unreasonable hour for a sixteen year old with ostensible school in the morning to be awake.

Even she sounds irritated about it.

Are there any worthwhile remedies or treatments for those? So they happen less often. Personal testimonies preferred, please, over ones you've read about and never used.

I'd like to be able to sleep through the night at least once this year, if I can.

[ ooc: this post contains discussion of underage drug use and abuse. viewer discretion advised. ]
pomerenian: artist?? (can you hear me)
[personal profile] pomerenian
[The video clicks on to a full grown man sticking his tongue out at the camera. After a few moments, he seems to notice the fact that he's doing it and snaps his mouth shut, clearing his throat awkwardly.]

My name is Ren. I'm looking for a man named Aoba Seragaki. Any information you can provide me with is appreciated.

[He looks ready to end the broadcast there, but he hesitates.]

... [He practically deflates from any confidence he'd had when he first started and looks at a loss for what to say. He stares at the screen, looking puzzled, but eventually he speaks up again.]

Ah... I have another inquiry, if it is not too much of an inconvenience. Is it unusual to arrive here in a human vessel if you do not usually have one?

Thank you for your time. [There's an awkward head bow before he turns the feed off.]


Mar. 25th, 2014 09:49 pm
falteringly: (pic#7108447)
[personal profile] falteringly
Hello? Is this-- [ He's uncertain as to whether or not anyone can actually hear him at this point. What he's been told hardly overshadows the truth of the matter, and that truth is that he isn't dead. At least the phone is easy to manage. ] Uh, what am I even supposed to do with this?

[ It's quiet for an indefinite amount of time aside from very light breathing, rather composed given the abruptness of the situation. Then, there's a slow breath: resignation. ]

My name is Castiel. I'm... [ He hesitates. ] What I am isn't relevant to this request - I need your help. The information I've been given seems to be incorrect, and there is more at risk than what these people have told you. Please.

I have to go back.

[ Or learn the finer details, the truth. With being told whether or not those he considers friends are here. And whether or not his name or the unexplained invitation garners the wrong kind of attention doesn't necessarily occur to him. Not when the device cuts out shortly after and leaves him to his own devices one again. At the very least, his location hasn't been compromised, and he's still warded if angels happen to exist here; he can determine cause and effect later. ]
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[As Suze turns on the camera, she looks to be in pretty rough shape. A healing gash is on her forehead, barely covered by a large bandage, and various bruises are all over her exposed skin. She seems unfazed though, as she addresses the screen. Her jaw is locked tightly as she glares.]

I really hope no one is expecting me to be grateful for this mess. This is a pretty fancy kidnapping and all but it’s still kidnapping. I’d love to know how the hell you got into my house without anyone noticing and getting me here. I can only assume drugs were involved.

[She stops and takes a deep breath, seemingly in an attempt to calm down.]

So apparently I’m not the only one who’s been replanted here without the proper permission slips. I’m Suze. Tell me what you guys know about this mess.

[She moves to turn off the feed, mumbling as she does so.]
More palm trees. Great. [She sighs, puffing some of her bangs out of her face before the feed cuts out.]
beneaththelakeshesleeps: (Gwen - by emotions ruled)
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I seek answers. I am no mere toy, to be cast about the winds as some Machine sees fit. I carry the Stone within me, I choose the fate of nations and kings, and I woke to Wales, not to, to, to-

[There's a pause and this is said with dripping derision]


Where is my companion? Why has it been seen fit to take me and not him? He is more at ease with the walking world, as it took me near hours to manage this magic, and I still have little faith in my success with it.

How can I find my way back to the lake when the waters that separate me seem vast and infinite? Once the Romans sailed such broad waters but I am no Roman-made thing, and I have no such experience with anything wider than what I saw beyond the borders of Ynys Afallon and the high walls of Caerleon. I know much of land but little of sea, and would ask someone to take me, if debt can be incurred against the hand of my king.
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[ Timestamp: 4:22 AM.

When the video turns on, it's the face of a blond man, artificial light and the odd backdrop of two awkward looking trees, dirt and one giant worker ant, who took a moment to tilt its head curiously at the man before moving on. ]

I know we're all busy with our own lives so I'll try to make this short.

When we were brought into this world, some of us were given new sets of powers. Others may have had powers that they had from their own world, powers that they were already used to. I was one of the latter case. My powers involve size changing, from the 25 feet tall to being small enough to be able to interact with subatomic particles. It's a power that I've come to know, inside out. It wasn't an easy progress, I had a myriad of molecular instability that affected my life in a very personal way.

So I can understand what some of you who are dealing with these new powers are going through. You don't know the limits to what you can do, and we don't know either. That makes for a potentially dangerous situation, to both yourself and everyone else.

What I'm proposing is a training centre. I know we have government facilities here that are equally suitable for that but there are those of us who are uncomfortable with the idea of any government involvement. This will be a facility that's imPort funded, established and operated, so that we have a building of our own, outside of the government's eye. It won't matter if you're registered or not, the main priority of this is to make this place available to all imPorts.

I don't exactly have any concrete plans right now, a few blueprints and ideas off the top of my head. I'd like to hear what everyone's input on this before anything is done about it, especially those with new powers and those outside the law, so to speak. But all input is welcomed.

Thank you all for your time.

[ A quick smile and the camera turns off. ]


Mar. 20th, 2014 09:43 pm
paintjobs: you can go fuck yourself. medically speaking. (h: well in my professional opinion)
[personal profile] paintjobs
Alright, fleshies. It seems I'm going to be among you for a while — we might even end up working together, from the sound of things — so I'll keep this short and pleasant, and do you the favor of skipping the I had important things to do you know outrage. You're welcome.

I'm going to need a car. Not just any old car, because my job here has assigned me to, clearly, any old car. I'm going to need an upgrade, something with a little class. Some style. I wouldn't say no to flashy rims, either. An Aston Martin would probably be too much to hope for... But really, anything other than the jalopy I've been offered to work with would be an improvement.

And that aside, are any of you out there, by any chance, inorganic? And have any of you been crammed unceremoniously into an organic body? Just wondering.
acclimatized: (were drowning and you saved them.)
[personal profile] acclimatized
Right. Okay then. I am not sure where to even begin here. I am not into this wifi tattoo/mental link to the network system they have here. It all seems a bit invasive and I'd rather stick to text for now. But I suppose I can scratch 'get a tattoo' off of my bucket list.

Anyway... kidnapped another universe! I wish I could say this I the first time something like this has happened to me. It sounds insane. Which leads me to my next question... does 'The City' ring a bell to anyone?

It's just. It's been a very long time and all this 'Hero' talk can't be a coincidence. Obviously things are different but... yeah. If anyone does recognize that name, I'd appreciate it.

forwardcompatible: ([a] side eyeing your life choices)
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[ strolling down streets as she talks, occasionally glancing around in interest, bright and cheerful. it's a sunny day, everything looks bright. ]

Not that I'm not flattered, and I mean, the job is great and all that. It's nice to know I have a way to support myself. But I think they got the wrong Gothamite. I can do computers, but I'm not really the hero type.

I'd say about how I was in the middle of stuff but that doesn't seem to be an actual concern to them.

Which is actually a little unsettling in people who want me to hero it up for them. And I've got to say, handing out powers to people you don't really know all that well yet and who just got sort of kidnapped? Not actually seeming like a bright idea from over here.

It's probably a long shot, but anyone know Terry McGinnis? [ just in case! you never know. ] Or know anything more than they've told us? It'd be nice to get more of the lay of the land.


Feb. 8th, 2014 09:36 pm
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[personal profile] heartlessglitch
I require an explanation.

[ Danger holds up a little handwritten note, on which a series of ones and zeroes is written out neatly in elegant purple script. The note reads: 01011001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01100001 01110010 01100101 00100000 01101101 01101001 01101110 01100101 00101110, which may or may not mean anything to anyone besides herself. ]

I have been told that this is what humans call a "valentine."
I assume this is in reference to the commercial holiday, which I find to be both wasteful and beside the point.

[ She finally lowers the note. Even in her metal body, her face is clearly unamused-- possibly borderline suspicious. ]

Perhaps it is simply that my understanding of human courting methods is lacking.
But I fail to see how this is "romantic."
Particularly when the sender remains anonymous.
And I am uncertain how to respond.


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