Jul. 10th, 2016 01:31 pm
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Hey, I know it's late but thanks to the seven people who knew I deserved to beat Ikki-kun in the election. I can't blame anyone who didn't vote for me either. Who the hell really wants some teenager speaking for them, right?

Anyway. I've been thinking about something for a while. About what I want to do here. How...do people decide that?

I guess I would have tried if I got elected. I would have done my best, but I don't think it would've made me happy. I guess I don't know if anything here really will... I mean, not like a job or whatever is supposed to. It's not like I'm depressed or anything. Training and learning about my powers is still fun, but I don't know what I'll do with it once I've got them all figured out. But it isn't that way for everyone here, is it?

So...I want to know how all of you did it—if you did. How did you figure out what you really wanted to do? Was it an accident? Did you just know? Did you have to try different things until you figured it out? I just... I don't know where to start, and I'm tired of just feeling frustrated with things all the time.

[ Voice ]

May. 24th, 2016 08:14 am
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[ Sasaki will be using audio for this because it's much easier when you can't see his face. ] ... I think I'm done running from the elephant in the room.

Three years ago, SS rated ghoul Ken Kaneki was captured by the CCG and lost his memories. And from that, I came to existence. I'm legally a human, but not biologically, and I have no memories beyond the three years I've lived. [ so yes. Haise is technically Kaneki ] I know that this body is Kaneki's, and I know that Kaneki is somewhere inside my head I don't really remember anything about Kaneki's life; I don't know who his mother is, I don't know how he met his little sister, and I don't know what he felt when he woke up after being turned into an artificial ghoul.

But ever since I stepped out of the Porter, I know everything that Kaneki felt and lived while in this world. I know the people he met here and matter to him, I know his sadness and his loneliness, I know his happiness and I know his feelings. It's as if these are my memories, even though I'm not Kaneki. I'm not; I'm just... a dream. With two years worth of memories.

[ there is a moment of silence as sasaki tries to gather his thoughts ]

I know Kaneki will slowly take over, and with time all of the memories will return and I will no longer be Sasaki. I will be replaced with the real thing. And yet, I really want to exist. I don't want to fade away, that's why- it was really scary when I arrived here, when I looked at your faces, everytime you called me Kaneki, everytime you expected him.

I still can't tell you what is happening. It's a mess. [ he sighs, defeated ] About that night when Kaneki went crazy and attacked people- I remember it all as if I was the one doing it, so I want to apologize. I'll be visiting the native victims, and the imPorts he hurt and attacked, I'm terribly sorry for what has happened. And the person who triggered that whole mayhem- [ sasaki isn't going to say the name; he knows who it is ] We are going to talk.
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[the video clicks on to what may be a familiar sight to some, although not typically filming from this id tag - Josuke Higishikata's bedroom, albeit devoid of the owner himself. it seems to be completely devoid of anyone at first, really; the communicator is laying on the ground, showing a nice view of nothing in particular.

suddenly an adorable cat leaps into the shot, chasing what appears to be a mouse completely made of water. he pounces and bats, desperately trying to get his little paws on it, to no avail; whenever the he comes close the mouse dissolves into a sphere of water and snakes right between the oncoming paws. from time to time it even delivers a cheeky little kiss before darting away, prompting the poor kitty to give an outraged (but adorably tiny) sneeze.

the scene continues with no outside commentary for a minute or two, during which time the cat nearly climbs up Josuke's dresser and backflips off it in his neverending quest to assert his position as the alpha predator. without warning the camera jerks and shifts, rising up smoothly to finally get a shot of the bed in here.

on it is perched one Lapis Lazuli, feet daintily dangling off the edge. seated in her lap are three very content multicolored chickens that occasionally cluck softly to themselves as they nestle a little deeper into her protectively encircled arms. a thick band of water rotates just above her shoulders; within it swims a very pleased goldfish, as intent on making the most as his newfound wide open space as a fish can be. she waits a moment longer before speaking, voice a little hesitant.]

...is that long enough? I've only watched a couple, but it seemed like it was a lot easier to communicate like this instead of talking.

[it probably seems like she's talking nonsense, but a few moments of reflection should bring about the correct conclusion. Lapis was talking about watching something, and she'd just shared a video of nothing but a cat playing around.

...yeah, that's right. she thinks that all the cat videos saturating the internet are another way that humans talk to each other and decided to try her hand at it while she's got the proper animal available. it really was a lot easier than trying to hold a conversation, that's for sure.]

I don't really- [she cuts herself off immediately. no, there was no way she could admit to not knowing what the proper response to this kind of communication channel was. her shoulders square and she forces her voice to become a lot firmer.] You can post some of your own in the comments section here. He's still got a lot of energy.

[boy does that cat. the only problem with that is that Lapis' water constructs can run on a sort of autopilot if she wants them to, and while she's been busy filming her segment of this video the mouse has been doing just that. without her noticing it's led the cat directly to a large paper tree with origami cranes hanging from the branches in the corner - and prompted it to take a flying leap right at the thing in an attempt to corner the mouse.]


[the catastrophe finally catches her attention when the tree shudders and takes a tumble towards the ground. the orbiting water snakes out to catch it before it lands and totally obliterates itself...but she'd had to move too quickly to separate the goldfish from the thing. the water had cushioned him from any damage, of course, but it still wasn't a smart idea to leave things like that - she'd have to go sort it out personally.

only...with the cat still on the move even after the disappearance of the mouse, Lapis really didn't have time to gently put the chickens down. she summons her water wings to get the job done, and with a mighty flap sends what sound like several very heavy objects toppling right off the dresser.

it's at this point that she apparently decides no one needs to have this chaos filmed. a glob of water detaches itself from somewhere and goes hurtling towards the communicator, presumably finding the off button as the feed goes dead.]

02 | VIDEO

Mar. 2nd, 2016 01:46 pm
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[Hello, imPorts! Today, when Saint Walker takes to the network, there is a certain solemnity to his perpetually cheerful features, though that in no way overrides the pleasantness in his voice. It is out of acknowledgment of their current predicament; nothing more.]

Good afternoon. To say that the past few months have been trying would, I think, be something of an understatement. I am unable to make any grandiose statements that alleviate this tension, nor am I able to offer any suggestions on what one may do on the macro scale. What I would like to offer, however, is my personal help to any of you who may be feeling the strain of these trying times.

Where I am from, I often guided those in need of assistance in sorting out complicated feelings, and guided others in the art of meditation. Whether one is facing great problems or small - and I assure you, I have provided my help to people who fit both of these categories - meditation can help with that, whether it is to assist in bringing about even temporary inner peace and calm, or bringing clarity to matters that need addressing.

If you require another to speak to, or wish to learn more of meditation, please contact me - privately or otherwise.

[He inclines his head towards the camera.]

Thank you for your time, and may you all find your own sense of peace.

[OOC: An open log for meditation sessions has gone up HERE!]


Feb. 10th, 2016 01:18 pm
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[Grocery shopping has suddenly become an adventure. An adventure Komasan just has to share. With everyone. He's never...actually made a public video post before, but now looks like the best time to start.

He's not very good at it.

The video is upside down.

But at the very least, it's not hard to tell he's in some sort of Valentine's aisle at whatever big name store he decided to walk into today. Cue the freak out.]


L-Look at all this candy, zura~! I...I think it might be chocolate season for the US, zuraaaa~

[They have a chocolate season. They have. A chocolate season. At least if all these chocolate boxes are anything to go by. Komasan has never seen anything like this before in his life. So much red! So many frills! So much beauty.

Eventually he turns the feed back onto himself and everyone will be greeted to a little dog with stars in his eyes. And flames on his forehead. For anyone who hasn't met Komasan yet, that might be a tad startling. Or not, who knows, imPorts are weird.

By some sort of miracle, he manages to turn the feed right side up.]

I'm gonna buy all of it, zuraaaa.

[His voice is a hushed whisper, and soon enough he starts grabbing boxes off of shelves and neatly stacking them into the basket he's been carrying. There's no way there's enough room for obvious reasons, but he can dream.]

[ Text ]

Feb. 2nd, 2016 10:15 am
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[ Kaneki never catches a break, does he?

Between being kidnapped and all the shitty things that involved, for the past months the Porter has been sending home people Kaneki knows, one by one. Uta, Mutsuki, Hinami (who eventually returned), Touka- and now Hide.

Who is Kaneki's boyfriend. Was? How is that even going to work anymore? If he returns with no memories of this place, then what happens? Kaneki doesn't want to think about it; he is tired of everything. ]

Nagachika Hideyoshi was Ported out.

After what happened, maybe that's actually a good thing. We can no longer say things here are uneventful, can we? Speaking of that - thank you.
[ for rescuing them. ] A lot happened back there, everything was a mess, but if anyone has questions I will answer them. [ he is talking about the guard the Russians killed for him, yes. ]

2. [audio]

Jan. 27th, 2016 01:20 am
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[ He doesn't really feel like he has any place in this conflict. He's Russian, but an import - and he doesn't want to fight, either. He's had enough of fighting; being built for such a purpose is what caused him so much pain.

But...there is one thing...One thing that he feels is relevant.

There's silence for a long moment. You could almost be forgiven for thinking this is an empty post. But eventually, he does speak.

That AI.

It was only created for one purpose. It doesn't...know anything else.

If you can...

Don't end its life with it knowing nothing but what it was made for.

[ Another pause. If he was human, this would be the equivalent of him taking a deep breath. ]

Nothing deserves a fate like that. I already-

[ He stops, but the implications of that half-sentence are quite clear. ]


[ He seems to be thinking of something else to say, but then the feed ends. He doesn't know how much of an effect it will have, but he has to try, nevertheless.

No other robot needs to go through...what I've gone through.
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[When the imPorts open their comms, they will come face to face with an uncharacteristic image, ensuring that even imPorts who attempt to ignore broadcasts at large will see it. This is, after all, relevant to each and every imPort.

The image is nothing more than a black screen with white text superimposed on it: STATE OF NATIONAL EMERGENCY.

After a moment, the image will be quickly replaced by one of L. Chases, seated at her desk, hands folded in front of her. Her expression may be grim, but it is firm, and there is nothing but ferocity behind her stare.]

Attention all imPorts, [she starts off, voice crisp and clear.]

We are now in a state of national emergency. As of January 20th, the USSR has officially declared war on the United States, effectively endangering not only the people of America, but the world as a whole. In this time of need there is a strong chance we may have to call upon you, imPorts, to do your duty in protecting your own.

As a part of this declaration of war, the USSR has abducted approximately fifty imPorts, a number which may yet continue to grow. We do not yet know how this was accomplished, but you have our word that our intelligence is active and ready to uncover what form of technology could abduct you from afar.

We are currently in talks with foreign aid and the UN. Retaliation is a risky prospect, but I assure you, we will retaliate. That time draws near, and when it does, we will be asking for your assistance.

Until then, stay aware, alert, and cautious, imPorts. We cannot afford to lose any more of you, and more importantly, your fellows cannot afford it.

[And with that, her broadcast ends. There will be no replies.]

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Jan. 12th, 2016 11:18 pm
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[personal profile] enucleation
[ This is the third month in a row someone from Kaneki's world leaves. By now he sort of believes the Porter has a lot of fun fucking with him. ]

Touka Kirishima was ported out.

I will be keeping her cat.
[ he has no idea what else to say, in all honesty. Complaining that this has been happening every month won't get him anywhere, and he honestly has to wonder if it's a good thing for them to even be in this world in first place. ]

I'm not even sure how to keep a cat like him, though. [ because the cat seems to hate everyone BASICALLY ]


Jan. 11th, 2016 12:05 am
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[ The face that comes on screen is handsome, warm and charming, if a little knotted with some kind of concern. There's a point to all this, but right now he's just going to get on and talk, after kneading his eyebrow for a moment. ]

I was wondering if... I realize things have been quite terrible, recently, and therefore this question is perhaps not in the current mood of things, but I want to ask an, I suppose, unrelated question. No, I mean, I don't suppose. It is unrelated. [ He's waffling, and obviously nervous. ]

Traditions are important to all of us. I don't have many of my own. I suppose in my case it would be kinder to call them neuroses. Everything must be in its place, and if there are rules then they are there for a reason, and ought to be followed. In the case of tradition there is a certain degree of choice. You can abandon the traditions of home, or those of your parents, if you so choose, or perhaps adopt those of other cultures...

[ He's not really off topic. This is, surprisingly, what he's trying to talk about. ]

The Inuit don't really have a traditional marriage celebration, for example. Some absorbed the traditions of Christianity, over the years, but certainly there wasn't much. I suppose the kidnap of the bride could be considered a tradition but it's hardly appropriate, nor so widespread as...never mind.

I suppose what I'm trying to say is...so long as two people love each other, the traditions shouldn't matter, should they? Love doesn't come from gold rings, after all, it's only resembled by them. Although I do agree that the exchange is a beautiful tradition, it's no more correct than--an exchange of furs, for example, or the exchange of bird of paradise feathers by the tribes of Papua New Guinea.

Perhaps--perhaps it would be more comforting to know a little more about your own traditions, whatever they may be. Not necessarily in terms of the act of matrimony but...anything that would qualify, I suppose, as a relic of home. Are there things you simply have to do? Even such simple a thing as a bedtime ritual would count, I suppose.


Dec. 27th, 2015 05:24 pm
mammal_robot: (Depressed)
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[In the background there is the sound of rain. He must be outside somewhere.]

Did you know this world also had a Nikola Tesla? He still died seventy years ago but...he existed. It's like a little slice of home, almost. This place even looks the same...

He was the smartest man I ever knew. He built me in 1923, just for a start, and they say my brain is 100 years ahead of any technology that exists now. He was kind, caring, and only wanted to help mankind.

He was also kind of a weirdo. Wouldn't eat anything he couldn't calculate the exact volume of. Not many people know that.

I don't know. Maybe it's spending the holidays in another dimension that's doing this to me. Who do you miss from back home?


Nov. 29th, 2015 08:38 pm
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[At some point, Robo was able to acquire a webcam of some form, so he was finally able to transmit video despite not being able to use the touchscreen of his communicator.

More importantly, he'd spent the last few weeks talking business with various people off screen. It turns out there are people who would be a little less stringent on who they give a business loan to if the person involved is an ImPort, and so the robot had managed to put down some basic framework for his new business.]

Well that was a busy few weeks but as everyone was so eager to point out, there's not a lot else to DO around here.

I am happy to announce the official founding of New Tesladyne Laboratories. It's not much, yet, but I have an office, and patent pending on a few little gizmos from back home that I'm sure SOMEONE will be interested in producing. That means I'm gonna have money coming in, and I'll need something to do with it.

SO, if you are of a scientific persuasion, I may have a position available for you at Tesladyne Labs! Roboticists, physicists, biologists, geologists...I'm looking for anyone who's willing to poke the edges of human understanding of the universe and see how it pokes back. We also do consulting.

My main goal is getting multiple heads able to focus on a dimensional portal project so we can all get out of here, but I figure in the mean time if you have any side projects you want to work on, I can probably get a lab set up for you soon enough.


Nov. 9th, 2015 01:00 pm
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[This one may be a little different from the others. For starters, it's a man in full armor sitting on the step of a porch, holding a rather large glass of tea. ...Or, rather, either that's a massive glass or he's not the tallest guy on the block. His shovel lay propped against the porch rail, spade still dotted with a couple of stray fallen leaves.]

Greetings, fellow imPorts! I am Shovel Knight of lands far from here, but it appears my services are needed here. 'Tis not often that one can add 'world-jumping' to their list of life accomplishments, yet here I am nevertheless!

I look forward to the tasks that will be placed before us, and will work to the best of my ability to see them through!

...Though, a question: How might I best hone these new skills bestowed upon me? I find myself able to move earth both with and without my shovel. To make stones dance is entertaining, but I feel I can do more with... w-with it.

[He placed a hand over his chest after that small hiccup. Then, he turned his head to address someone off-camera:]

Madam... what is in this sweet tea?

["Oh, just some bourbon, honey! It's my mama's recipe." The knight turned back to his drink, and is contemplatively silent, until-]

Hmh. So I thought. How many of these have I had...?
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[The feed opens up to the view of a young child, about eight or so years old, standing away at arm's length. The feed is slightly tilted, and there's a frown as the child reaches forward to adjust the position of the camera. When they're satisfied, they lean back to their original position and wave brightly at the camera. Hello everyone!

Frisk isn't sure where exactly this place was, but they do know it's not anywhere close to Mount Ebott or any place familiar. Being dropped into a completely foreign place with strangers isn't new to them though. It's strange seeing so many humans after a long period of having monsters as company, but they're not about to be deterred.

But back to the point. Frisk holds their left palm up and slides their right hand over it, outwards, then points their index fingers up with both hands and touches the hands together and finally points at the camera, making a sweeping motion from right to left. It's nice to meet you all.

They continue with their signing, making the hand movements a little slower than usual for clarity. They're not sure if anyone will understand them, but it's worth a shot.

It's a short statement. I'm new here, let's all be friends! Once they're done, they smile, and then end the video.


Nov. 6th, 2015 06:16 pm
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[After twenty minutes of trying to use the communicator and arguing with tech support, Robo gave it up as a bad job. It wasn't that he was technologically inept. The problem was that metal fingers physically did not register on the communicator's touch screen.

Fortunately, the air was full of radio waves to pick up on. It only took another minute or two of searching to find the network and connect to it directly. If you had to guess from the voice, you'd guess that it was a man, but the slightly tinny echo to it made it hard to be certain. Sounds like a robot is talking or something.]

"Hello yes, we just used extremely advanced technology to kidnap you from another dimension, and now we want you to sit in on a ceremony wherein you swear undying allegiance to us."

I knew the US government could be a bit out of touch sometimes, but honestly this takes the cake. No, I think I'll pass on that one, thanks all the same.

[Did you know that robots can sigh? They can. Robo does now. Or at least imitates the sound as it accurately indicates how he feels right now.]

Well. I'm Atomic Robo. I've seen stranger things than this. I'm pretty confident I can figure out a way out of this mess soon enough. I'll keep you all posted.
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[ The video feed clicks on and reveals an extreme close up of an extremely pissed off Clarisse, who scowls down at her communicator, messing with the various buttons. After a couple seconds, she figures out how to zoom out. ]

This is how people are communicating now? Seems like more trouble than it's worth, if you ask me.

[ Which nobody did, but too bad! She has bigger fish to fry, so to speak. ]

Whatever. Listen, if there are any teachers watching this, I'm just letting you know that I'm not going to be attending your stupid mortal school. So don't bother sending someone after me about that. You think I'm scared of your truant officers? Yeah, right.

[ The feed clicks off! … Then immediately back on. ]

Oh, but I'll do the job you gave me, though. Probably.

[ The feed clicks off! … And then on again! She's getting the hang of this thing! Kind of. ]

One more thing. Let me know where the best sword fighting arena is. If there isn't one, I guess I can hit up a gym, but an arena is better.

[ A FINAL CLICK, and she's gone again. Not even a thank you. ]


Nov. 3rd, 2015 09:59 am
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[ There's a click as the communicator switches on. Something rustles as its owner pulls away from the camera; bone-white, segmented fingers carefully adjust the angle of the video.

The camera swings over to reveal a cloaked and hooded figure perched on a table who stares contemplatively into the camera for a long moment (though the longer the moment goes on, the more a perceptive viewer may realise that perhaps this ominous figure is just thinking of what to say).

...wait, is that a skeleton? It certainly looks like one, what with the body shape and the limbs and everything; the cloak only covers part of the torso and the shoulders.

After that long and awkward pause, the figure reaches out and adjusts the camera over to reveal a scythe propped up in a chair.

...Someone should take this.

I don't want it. [ This new imPort's voice is mostly toneless and surprisingly quiet. ]

...And I don't think I can sing. [ What a weird non-sequitur. The video is switched off, though. Apparently on purpose; this imPort has nothing more to say. ]


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