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[Good morning, everyone! Have a Winry with a bandanna wrapped around her head, standing in the kitchen. There's a soft 'chuff, chuff' sound coming from out of the view. Winry smiles off-screen then turns to the camera.]

Hi! I know this is short notice but I thought, since this is a big day in this world, I'd do something for it.

[She picks up the comm and turns it toward the kitchen. There are loaves of bread rising, a huge pot with steam coming out of it, and a lot of chopped up vegetables, as well as a few pie crusts, obviously ready to be filled.]

I'm making stew and bread and I'll have plenty for you if you want. If you want to come over, let me know and I'll send you the address!

[Another soft chuff off-screen, and the camera swings to show a pair of border collies, one black and white, one mottled merle.]

I do have a pair of dogs here but they're friendly if you have any pets you'd like to bring. So just give me a call and let me know!

[With that, she signs out.]
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So, Eating Day.

[ this is important. this is the most important post he has ever made, okay? so important that he's making it from the cheeseburger bed he lives in at La Casa Ludgate-Graham. ]

I mean, Thanksgiving, right? The one where everyone makes shuck-tons of food and then spends all day stuffing their face?

[ #amnesiac problems. that, and, no one really had a lot to celebrate in the world he came from, so it wasn't really a topic that came up while, you know, hordes of cranks were swarming. ]

What's that about? Besides eating. If it's just about eating, that's fine, that's great, actually. [ says the kid happily sitting in a giant cheeseburger ] But I keep seeing klunk with turkeys and little people in weird hats and black shorts and I figure I shouldn't just go around stupid to the whole thing.

[ it's been a year. he's only saying this now. ]

Anyway, besides that, is anyone doing something for it? Last year there were a lot of different parties, and the city did a thing too, I think? Seemed like a pretty cool holiday.

[ about to sign off, but something else occurs to him, and he adds on: ] Also, anyone know how to go about getting a name change here?


Nov. 10th, 2015 07:49 pm
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[Joaquin is standing up very straight, arms crossed, a serious look on his face. Under his mustache his mouth is drawn in a thin line, not really frowning but not happy either. Uh oh.]

As a soldier I've often found myself defending others in the name of what is lawful and just. That's the true nature of my work, back home and here as a hero. However, there are times when even a soldier is at odds with the law they have sworn to uphold. This, unfortunately, is one of those times.

[The stiffness melts away as he takes on a more huffy tone.]

I mean, seriously, you have to be twenty-one to drink? What kind of arbitrary age is that? You can buy smokes when you're eighteen but those are [he does the air quotes] bad for you. People will gripe at you at any time for just having a cigarette but making drunken posts over the communicators? Completely above reproach. [Sorry not sorry about using you as an example, Newton.]

Look, all I'm saying is, it's terrible that people are so judge-y when it comes to certain vices and not others. And those of us who could drink back at home should be allowed to drink here! It's only fair!

[Yeah, that's his real complaint here. Just had to get that off his chest.]
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This song and dance again, huh? Thought I'd be about done with appearin' in random bloody places, considerin'.

[ Considering what? Newt isn't elaborating. ]

Guess the upside is I actually remember bein' here before. I can't imagine going through that Porter process again as a Greenie, losin' my head over being taken again. Different city this time, though. [ He gives a lopsided smile, shifting the camera as he walks. ] Sorry, rambling. I had a point to all this.

I'm lookin' to see if my klunk for brains friends are still around. Know a few of 'em were gone before I left, but I figure if I'm here again there's a chance they are too. Names're Alby, Minho, [ a short hesitation ] Tommy. [ And there's another pause before he adds: ] Teresa.

Oh. Guess I should introduce myself too, in case there's a whole lot of new shanks around here. Name's Newt. Anyway, if you've seen any of them around, or anyone calling themselves a Glader, let me know, yeah?

[ He hesitates to turn the video off yet, wondering if he should apologize for the last time he was here, but eventually decides it's better not to bring it up again. Not exactly the best way to come back, talking about a Crank outbreak. After the few minutes of deliberation he cuts the video. ]
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[ When the video clicks on, there's still a nasty crack across the image, something Newt should probably look into getting fixed, but it's the lowest possible thing on his list of priorities. He looks exhausted, but healthy, and judging by the hazmat suit he's dressed in, he's at the hospital. It's noisy and chaotic in the background, and there's a dozen other things he needs to be doing. ]

Gonna make this real bloody quick, if you've got the Flare you need to report to a hospital in one of the Porter cities. Don't go out, if you've still got the buggin' mind to control yourself. Give the hospital a call and we'll come to you with the cure. Don't know how you shanks managed it, but you actually figured out how to cure this thing, and we're not gonna stop 'til everyone's recovered.

The quarantine area's almost cleared, but we need to know if there're still stragglers out there fighting it. I don't wanna see more casualties as a result of my stupidity, there's been enough from it already.

[ The video shifts around as he starts moving down the hallway. ]

I know sorry isn't gonna cut it with a situation this grave, but I really am sorry. I don't know what the punishment or protocol for bringing an epidemic here is, but whatever it is, just... Wait until I can be sure what I've brought here is gone for good. That's all I'm asking. After that I'll accept whatever you think I deserve.

[ooc | a few days late, sorry about that, but the flaring up plot is officially finished as of this post! ]
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The illness that's going around - it's... called the Flare. It effects your mind, and deteriorates it. Makes you go nuts. It was an epidemic, where Newt and I are from. It's airborne, and it's driving humanity into extinction.

[ thomas gets right into business. he's been in the university lab in heropa for who even knows how long and it's not working. anything he tries, it's not working, and he's desperate. taking a deep breath, thomas goes on, and it feels like a confession. something he never wanted to talk about, but, now, they need it. it's admitting failure, something he doesn't often do. but there's no time and he isn't enough. ]

Back home, I worked with a group that was trying to find a cure for it. I... I was someone pretty high up, I think. I don't have any memories of it before then, but, they were close, they kept saying. They went way too far with it, but they were close, and... [ he breathes for a second, his voice taking on a shake that he wants to suppress, but this is more terrifying that he'd ever thought it would be. he's seen his world. he's seen the scorch. he knows what's at stake here. ] Another world like our world... You guys don't understand. It's hell. Humanity's dying, and there's still no cure. I don't know if there'll ever be.

[ why would he have thought of the trials, if he thought there'd be any other way? thomas doesn't want to remember, doesn't want to be the person he used to be, before they took his memories, the one who worked on the flare, who was capable of thinking up something as abhorrent as the trials, to initiate them, watch all that happened to the gladers, to newt. he knows that thomas has all the information on this thing that they desperately need now, but getting that back would mean taking out the swipe; becoming that person again. ]

I've been trying to solve it out here, with what I know, what I can figure out, but it's not enough. ...I can't do this. I can't fix it. [ after how many years researching it obsessively before? making it his whole life? and what does he know about it now - other than that he's immune, that it deteriorates the mind, that it makes you crazy? thomas swallows, pushing himself to go on. ]

This place has stuff our world doesn't, though. Newt's had the virus, the whole time he was here. The reason it's coming out now is that there's something wrong with the nanites. I don't know, maybe the virus advanced too far, maybe the tech wasn't programmed to fix something like this. But...

[ but this is the part he's unsure of, and the reason he blocked newt from this post. not minho, not teresa, because they'll know once it's done, and they deserve to be aware of what he's trying to do. the guilt's eaten at him too much, though, and he knows - he has to do this. at least, it's not WICKED putting their hands in his mind now, and as much as he doesn't want to be the person he was before, he can't let his world destroy this one. not when it's a haven to so many.

not when newt is fading away. ]

If I can get my memories back, I'll be able to help. I worked with this thing all my life, I know everything there we could know about it, it's just... blocked. There's something called the Swipe in my head that keeps me like that - it's a chip. I need-- [ he remembers the masks they used in the WICKED labs, the machines. they were horrifying. there has to be another way, though. maybe even something temporary. just long enought to figure it all out. ]

I need to get it out. To be able to help figure this out, I need it out. But, I need help to do that. [ he shakes his head, looking down at his hands, the last words muttered, thick with guilt. ] We've lost so many people because of this thing already.

[ there's a pause, and thomas's voice has gotten rasped, on the verge of tears. he hates being like this, but, christ, he's so fucking scared. it comes out pleading. ]

Please. My best friend is dying.


we might have something that can help you. newt, tell me where you are, or i'm gonna find you myself. you know i can.

[ considering the 'thing that might help you' is jesse pinkman, and that also means thomas can get the power boost to mentally do a search for him. newt's head probably isn't that quiet right now. ]

03 video.

Apr. 18th, 2015 09:58 am
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[ The video clicks on to show Newt, but he doesn't really seem focused on the device at all. Staring past it, eyes clouded with... something. The feed jerks around sporadically from shaking hands, and Newt looks filthy on screen, like he's been in one too many fights that he may not have won, covered in dirt and grime, blood and wounds.

After a minute of this, his eyes snap to the screen, clearing with recognition, remembering what he'd turned it on for in the first place. ]

Sorry, I- I'm... not well. I've got the Flare and it's getting worse. [ A deep breath, and he's dragging a trembling hand through his hair. ]

I think I'm contagious, and that means you're all infected unless... there's people called Munies- [ his expression sours at the term ] Immunes, shanks that don't get sick with it. Don't know if they exist here, you're better off going to a hospital, getting tested for disease or somethin'.

Just- for God's sake, don't bloody breathe on anyone until you do or we'll all be dead.

locked to housemates & castmates )
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[[ ooc; in case you haven't heard about mirrornet yet, it's basically just a secure network for imports alone to access. if your character is an import, they have access to reading and responding to this post. ty! ]]

hey. been busy a while. sorry.

[ coming back to himself with technology stitched into his skin, and the memories of possibly murdering a lot of people has been trying for him. he did a lot of retracing steps, trying to stay out of sight as he did. looking into hospital reports, news coverage. it took him a while, but he wanted to be absolutely certain he hadn't taken any lives. the wounds on palms, and his fingers, are still healing. he feels the sting every time his fingers move to type, and it's been driving him nuts lately. if he ever finds this guy, jaswinder singh, he's going to be at high risk of thomas turning him into a vegetable. maybe not exactly on purpose, but he hasn't had great self control at times. ]

wanted to put my info in on the hornet memories stuff. if anyone saw me in heropa last month... sorry.

[ he pauses for a long moment, not sure about what to say after that. really, there's nothing. there isn't an excuse for it, other than the fact it happened. that he couldn't resist it, and people were hurt because of him. ] sorry.

shank that screwed around with my brain was jaswinder singh. guy's shucked in the head. i got a few things from him you guys ought to know. some has to do with quisma.

1: it was from jaswinder's point of view, like all of them. there was blood and everything was dizzy and unfocused. he was sewing something into his skin, on his finger. razor blade and needle and thread. he was talking to himself, and said: "Crude. But these are desperate times. Stop the imPorts, save the world -- fate will forgive me doing her work."

2: he says "What did you say?" someone walks towards him, looking freaked out, hands raised. they say: "It was a very old tabloid article, though I can't say I would be surprised if it were true..." jaswinder: "Salvatore Quisma?" they all look at each other, seem like they're realizing something. singh says: "If Salvatore Quisma really did frame other officials, who's to say an imPort with that kind of power won't do it to another innocent person?"

3: jaswinder's pissed at someone nearby. he hisses: "Tell Alford to shut up about the Vanir already. He's confused. He doesn't know the first thing about what we're doing here, or what they--" he shakes his head, keeps going. "Someone's bound to get the wrong idea. We must walk separate paths. I will stamp out the misinformation in our swarm if it's the last thing I do."

that's it. i don't know how much we can really trust from a slinthead like this, but... i don't know. we need to figure out who the hell quisma really is before we try setting him loose. holiday needs to be helped, either way, but we need to be ready for what that might leave us with.

anyone else who got something on quisma out of this, i'd appreciate you chiming in.


[ after a moment, a second message is sent ]

welcome to the world, to this round of greenies, i guess. if you haven't seen it yet, go look at kate's faq. it'll answer some questions for you.

private video to teresa;

[ thomas looks pretty worn, and in a deep, unfun kind of thought. he pauses for a moment, lips parted but not speaking yet. considering what he's saying. ]

Hey. You mind if I come by?
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( Hook is still having trouble running his tablet. he barely learned how to use his talking (cell) phone before he landed here. suffice to say different technology is not favoring him better. he's had some time to practice. . . not a lot to do when he's been in the hospital since he arrived. he isn't sure how long, it had been a bit of a disorienting experience to be in and out of consciousness as parts of his body grew back.

he's glad to be out. hospitals aren't any fun. even if this time around he wasn't handcuffed to the bed, and no blonde saviors showed up to press on his wounds.

(actually he would have been happy enough to see her he wouldn't have cared if she broke a rib or two.)

the question is, so, now what? and he honestly isn't sure of the answer. this network is supposed to help him connect with other 'imports' like himself, so maybe they can give him guidance. he isn't generally one to favor asking for aide if he can help it, he just has little options to the alternative. he'll suffer it for a good cause. )

I'm sure this has been asked before,
but is there a way to contact where we're from?

( he won't call it home. that idea hurts a little too much. and he has just experienced the pain of a heart growing back, he's good on pain for awhile. )

if I'm stuck here,
then at least I could tell those who might care not to worry.

( he doesn't know what he'd say exactly, yet. but if there's a way. . . he's got to say something. )
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[ The video feed switches on, revealing a girl around the age of twelve sitting on the edge of a bed. She's still wearing her outfit from back home, a dress with pink and purple colors. The recording appears to be her bedroom in her assigned Maurtia Falls home. In her lap sits some kind of strange, purple and pink doll. The doll's ears seem to move every now and then. It definitely appears to be alive somehow. ]

It's working! [ A brief smile appears on Elize's face, proud that she managed to get the contraption to work. Then the doll pipes up in a louder voice: ] Wah-hey! So cool!

[ "Cool", but when it dawns upon Elize that many strangers are seeing her face now, a blush begins to creep up her cheeks. Maybe she could have used audio, but she had a reason for posting a video. She holds Teepo closer to her body, but resists the urge to hide her face with him. She wants to get better at talking to people. ]

...I'm Elize Lutus. Hello. [ Her voice is shaky, but she manages a tiny, awkward smile. And more energetically, Teepo greets the watchers: ] And I'm Teepo. Nice to meet you all!

Um... I have some questions I'd like to ask. If we can't find our friends here, does that mean they're back in our world? I'd like to help everyone here, but... there was something super important that we needed to do to help our friends with too!

And my folder said that I'm a student. [ As for Elize's other question, she reaches for her folder while keeping Teepo in one arm. The reason she decided to use a video feed was mainly to show Teepo. She doesn't mention her part-time job though. No complaints at all taking care of kittens. ] I've... I've never been to school before. I want to go to school, but will they get mad if I bring Teepo?

I want to go to school with Elize!
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[Behold, a video of Rose Lalonde. She is dressed in vivid orange robes, the hood of which is sitting comfortably on her shoulders. The Light emblem however, is just visible enough that anyone from her own universe might recognize it. She had arrived back with her god robes morphed into a slinky date night number, but given her current singleness, that had seemed woefully inappropiate to keep wearing. This is the second time she has gone home and come back to a break up.

And she has absolutely been wearing the same clothes for five days. No one needs to know that.

What might be of interest, however, is that she looks the picture of health. It's almost she hasn't had the shit kicked out of her at all. ]

Good morning. A few things of note I'd like to bring up. The first being what appears to have been a three day jaunt home. Some interesting updates from home, for anyone who might be interested: the meteor is still moving. I had to re-experience an unfortunate first kiss made hilarious due to my own wayward ways. I did not see my brother, which is, frankly, super balls and I am mad about it. I did however, almost certainly hear distant honking which could have only come from Gamzee Makara. But honestly, who gives a single fuck about that guy, right?

[fucking clowns. She pauses for a moment and then tugs out a pretty big white wand from the waistband of her obnoxiously orange God leggings. One of a pair. ]

I also now have two of these. Upon experimentation it seems they are, as Dave would say, hella powerful. If there is anyone out there with extensive experience with magic -- would you mind assisting me in mastering these? I'm afraid I am a poor student, however, and can only pay you with limited access to my cats. They are wonderfully cute and like head scratches.

[a fair trade. Some other updates she is not keen to mention: a new power, suddenly single, too sad for this world.]

That concludes the interesting part of this particular broadcast. It's good to be back, I can't tell you how surreal it is to become fifteen years old again for five minutrs. I don't recommend it. On the upside, I can now walk again, so I suppose we have to take the good with the bad. I can also now remember how to make my own vodka from home again with incredible clarity, so I suppose if my future career as a shrink falls through, I will always have moonshine and hooch to fall back on.

[and on at that note: ]

That's about it then.


Feb. 2nd, 2015 09:45 pm
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[ As the feed cuts on, there's an extreme closeup of Minho's eye, and he squints at this camera, like it's some sort of great mystery. After a few moments he hands the communicator to someone else, and sits back in his chair, sitting upright, hands resting regally on the armrests. He looks like he's about to say something of great important, but instead--

He turns his head and coughs feebly into his hand for a good ten seconds.

Placing his other hand over his chest, Minho stares off to the side for a moment, a pained look on his face. Finally he turns back to face the camera, chin held high, voice strong despite the earlier coughing fit. He sounds distinctly un-Minhoish.

There is no easy way for me to say this. Without the aid of some powerful magician, I am not long for this world.

[ There's a pause. Almost a hope that someone will step forward with an "a powerful magician, you say? Well funny you should mention that, because I just so happen..." But he doesn't have time to wait all day for someone fitting that description to show up.

Slipping back into something that sounds a little more like him, even slumping back in his chair.

I can't exactly leave my kingdom without an heir.

[ Holding up a finger. ]


[ A second finger up. ]


[ Sitting up straight again, his hands resting on the arms once more. ]

Those are the most essential traits I seek. Anything else is negotiable.

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Jan. 23rd, 2015 09:38 am
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[Jonathan looks uncharacteristically...troubled? harried, at the very least, as he turns on the communicator. maybe it's because he was slumming it up in Maurtia Falls in the middle of the night with a recently crazy grandson before dealing with whatever this problem is. who knows.]

I'm sorry to trouble the entire network with such a petty question, but I'm afraid I really don't know a better place to ask. I'm trying to locate a...Doctor Hannibal Lecter? Or someone who knows him, at the very least.

[this is said with a small measure of uncertainty, both at the impropriety of the whole thing and...well, he'd done a little poking around the guy's communicator to try and find his address, and he's not entirely sure he wants to meet him. also there were apparently several versions of him that have been in the city? awkward.]

I suppose there must have been some sort of mistake at the post office, or he perhaps once lived here at some point, because I received his communicator in the mail today. It's not the sort of thing that people should be without for long, so I'd like to return it as soon as possible.

[another pause, this one out of chagrin that he doesn't have anything less obnoxious to add to this whole thing.]

Thank you for indulging me.

[close enough.]
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[ kanaya knows she has to make this confession, not that she's particularly looking forward to it. but now that they've put her in solitary, nothing about this punishment has been satisfying. she needs something better.

everyone needs to know, but she doesn't want their pity, and doesn't deserve their sympathy. so. she kind of goes a little too far in the other direction, there.

I've been quiet the past few days. I say this not as an apology, because I don't particularly give a shit, but as an explanation. For those who don't know me, my name is Kanaya Maryam, an for the past few months I've been moonlighting as a costumed thug. One might even go so far as to say I was a supervillain.

Shocking, isn't it? I was a bit surprised, myself. [ not that she's going to explain that one. ]

As Hobgoblin, I committed numerous crimes, whether disrupting traffic, harassing the costumed set, playing ghost in a haunted house, other, more serious infractions. Kidnapping. Stalking. And...worse than that. [ her flippant tone cracks, her voice falling low and shaky. ] I've-- I've hurt people. People who didn't deserve it. Innocents.

[ there's a fury brimming in that last word, a self-loathing and shame. she can feel her hands shaking, her knuckles going white as she balls her fists. but they won't see that, it's important that they don't. if they recognize any remorse, it will defeat the whole purpose.

she takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she collects herself again.

For all of these things, the most the local authorities have seen fit to do is stick me in a room alone without my powers. Which is really great, I must say. Wonderful to know that we feed and house our criminals when law-abiding residents have no such amenities, especially when they aren't registered! I must say this world's punitive measures are deeply impressive, it truly overwhelms me with compunction, how much softer-handed it is than I expected when I turned myself in. I suppose I shouldn't be really surprised, when the approach to everything is such a joke, such a limp attitude toward justice is at least consistent.

But it isn't real justice. It's a mockery. [ she thinks of terezi, and wonders if she'd be more embarrassed by the meagerness of it, or that kanaya submitted herself willingly. terezi would know what to do here. ]

I'm sure many of you could do better, someone who really believes in the subject, unless you're too stuck in all the nonsense moralizing humans too often preoccupy themselves with. You're heroes. I'm a villain. That seems simple enough to me.

If you want to see real justice done, I'm not going anywhere.

video ]

Jan. 9th, 2015 01:58 am
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[personal profile] munies
[ okay, she's not pissed, but Teresa's definitely annoyed, and impatient enough to take to her communication device before she's managed to talk herself down a little more. so yeah, she sounds a little harsher than she did that first time around, again - not mad! just. impatient. ]

So. I'm back, I guess. Not that it feels like I was ever gone. I fell asleep here, woke up back in that room - new job assignment, new apartment. And apparently I've missed some time. Does that happen a lot? Some kind of Porter glitch, maybe? Or should I be concerned for my state of mind right now?

[ yo please someone just tell her it's not the chip in your brain. ... not that she really told anyone about that. but you know. ]

To anyone with answers, thanks. To anyone I was getting to know and I guess just- disappeared on. Um, sorry. I'm going to make sure it won't happen again. [ what a weird thing to apologize for, it makes her brow furrow before she huffs a laugh. ] And to anyone I haven't met - Hey, I'm Teresa. I'm new. Ish. And I'm apparently a member of the Parks and Recreation department here now. [ she nods, then shakes her head - okay, right, whatever - and shuts the feed ]

[ private to NEWT and THOMAS ]
Hey. [ her attempt at seeming calm drops now that the feed is locked, and while she's not in compete panic mode, she just seems- really overwhelmed. more than she'd like to admit. ] Can one of you explain this to me? Please?

01 | text

Jan. 8th, 2015 05:51 pm
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[personal profile] deadtective
[ah, thank god this thing has a text option. Hazel is leery of even putting her voice out onto this network - she really doesn't want any way to be more identifiable than she absolutely has to be. perhaps it's a little paranoid in the company of other...less than normal people, but she can't help it. somehow she doesn't think even imPorts would look kindly on a zombie.]

So, this is...fantastic.

There's probably been a lot more creative complaining on here than I can dish out, so I guess I'll skip that for now. Maybe I'll come back to it when the next catastrophe hits? Who knows.

Anyway. How exactly do I pump these nanowhatevers out of my body? I refuse to believe that people have been here like, what, a whole year? And they've all been fine enough with that kind of stuff floating around in their body to not do anything.

I mean, it's not like they get taken out when you decide to unregister, right? So there's really nothing stopping them from forcing you to help anyway.

Is there something about all this that I'm missing? Am I just nuts? Does this universe jumping render you temporarily insane or something??

[wait no shit she's spiraling into anxious paranoia THAT'S NO GOOD GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF GIRL]

So. Yeah. I'd appreciate whatever help you can give me. And I'm going to need video proof of any suggestions that're especially stupid - I don't really have the patience for pranks right now.

o4 | video

Jan. 6th, 2015 06:53 pm
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[personal profile] iwatobi
[There is a crash, like glass breaking. There's a sigh. There is an adorable small kitten curled up on a sweater and sleeping as if she's done nothing wrong.

But instead of scolding her, Haruka reaches out to give her a couple scritches behind the ear.]

Mewt won't listen.

[He only feeds stray cats- he's only ever had a dog as a pet before. A very obedient one! And now he's stuck with a rambunctious, diva, cute kitten. What do.]


Nov. 30th, 2014 07:46 pm
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[personal profile] runout
[ Minho is practically caked in mud. The worst is on his shoes and pants (sorry for ruining your hard work, Kanaya), but from what the general populace can see in this video? His shirt didn't fare a whole heck of a lot better. This is literally all he owns, he doesn't look pleased. It doesn't help there are clear tears in one part of his shirt, and while the bruises haven't started forming yet, he still looks pretty beat up and ruffled at the moment. ]

There's something seriously wrong with the kids that are brought here.

[ Sounds like someone's not happy about having gotten his ass handed to him by a twelve year old. ]
[personal profile] gonstop
So how many of you think you can handle some friendly fighting? One or two spar partners aren't going to help anything when our powers are so different. If you're interested in having some fun just let me know here and we can work out the time and place.

There are some conditions:
1. I'll decide who's worth my time to fight. Even if I want to fight a lot of people it doesn't mean I won't have standards.
2. No foul play. It's all in good fun right? Trying to kill me or do anything messed up wouldn't be fair.
[Otherwise he'll kill you is what he wants to say, but that probably wouldn't do well on the network.]
3. Tell me how far you're okay with being hurt.

That's about it. Don't worry about asking me to go easy on you. It's probably better if you do.

Oh, but one more thing! Gon and I are playing in a big fundraising basketball game this Friday, so everyone should come by and watch. I'll let you know where it is if you're interested.

[OOC: And if he gets any interested hits, I can put up a log! Just let me know if you'd be interested. Log is set up over here! As volunteers come I'll set up threads (slowly).]
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[ when thomas appears on the video, he’s looking dirty and entirely worn, and that stain in his hair might be blood, jussayin. though his clothes are completely fresh, looking newly bought from the store, and there’s a lump on his left shoulder of a bandage wrapped there beneath the cotton. clean as that looks, thomas seems half-dead, otherwise, speaking with a completely blank voice. his skin looks too pale and blotchy, probably because this message wasn’t the first thing he did when he got street side. that was collapse against a wall somewhere and have a lot of Emotions. which we aren’t going to talk about. ]

If anyone was trying to get to me the last day, sorry, I wasn’t around. [ he pauses, swallowing, and looks at some empty spot in space just underneath the phone, eyes distant. ] Took a trip home, for a week and a few days.

[ it was a bad week and a few days. it was an entirely horrific week and a few days and thomas is nearly considering just staying here, not going back. but he can’t leave the others. not there. with what the world is now, and the few sparse memories he’s gotten back, he’s lost hope that any of them will find a ‘home’ in the world again. but he’ll still get them somewhere safe. he has to.

thomas clears his throat, attention snapped back to the camera, and he rolls his left shoulder experimentally - it had been agonizing who knows how many hours ago, and thomas had been sure he was dying of infection, and now he feels even better than before. it’s ridiculous. and a little infuriating. but that’s a different topic. ]

How many of you came in with some kind of illness? [ the Flare. he’s seen what it does, and he knows what will happen to him, Newt and Minho if it starts working in them. But the other two have been fine, for months here. ] Have you seen the symptoms stalled, or has it kept going? If it was contagious, has it spread, or did the government shanks in that lab put something in your system to contain it?

[ as much as he hates the idea of them messing with him, and of the nanites they put in their blood, if it keeps the Flare contained, he’ll accept it. and if there was something these people did to hold off the Flare, you bet your ass Thomas is going to be looking to take it home with him. sry not sry, his world needs this a lot more than yours does, jerks. his expression sours some, this comment half muttered. ] And how many of you have a world that’d kill for whatever they’re using here?



I don’t think I can give you a sample, now. I’ll look for some others, still. Sorry.


We need to talk.


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