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[Eggsy’s arrival is pretty much the same as everyone else’s, except for one minor difference. He’s lost his fucking welcome pamphlet. Yeah, he should have been more careful, tucked it away for safe keeping after flipping through it, but, he hadn't, and now he needed it.

He’s not sure if he misplaced it somewhere between the building and the car or sometime after, but, either way, he wants it back. Sooner rather than later. Or at least a copy of it so he can try to figure out what the hell is going on. Eggsy doesn’t know if this is some kind of test, waking up in a new place with a tattoo and no memory of how he’d gotten here; sounded like the night before must have been pretty rough or amazing, whatever, he just wants to know what the fuck is going on.

The pamphlet, he thinks, is a good way to get things going. An opener. So he can see what kind of people he's living around now, figure things out for himself based on more than what's on a piece of paper.

And even though he's not one hundred percent that this isn't some fucked up test, he does know how to use the phone he’s been given, and he doesn’t waste any time pushing through and just asking for what he needs.]

Yeah, Eggsy here. [He shifts the device, angling it so they can only see his face and not where he is. Not that he even knows where he is.] I lost my fuckin' welcome guide. I need another. Anyone got one to spare? Great, thanks. [A quick grin, and the feed ends.]

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Right now I'm seeing a lot of people - or I guess just a couple of people - talking about their friends leaving. You know, getting ported out. And what I'm wondering is, is there a way to make it so that doesn't happen? 'Cause I wanna avoid it, if I can; I actually really like it here a lot, and I wanna stay. I got my apartment, and my job, and people who are kind to me - like Raina, Traci, Dr. Chilton, Toro, Jesse, Ramír... and lots more, probably.

[A good half of the people she's named have clued into how easily led she is and are using her for their own nefarious purposes. She has absolutely no idea.]

And, I mean, I can't be the only person who feels like that, right? Do any of y'all agree with me? 'Cause a lot of people seem happy here. It's a fucking nice world we're in. Nicer than where I'm from, that's for damn sure.

If I could just stay here forever, I think I would.
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[ At first it takes some getting used to. Clary's had a webcam before, obviously she'd needed one for her nightly meetings with Simon during the latest WoW raid. It's not like the concept is that strange in itself. But it's the fact that it's on her phone that's giving her a little bit of trouble. The first time she'd opened it all she'd been able to see was her face, too up close, worried and freckly. Part of her doesn't even want to inflict that on the general population. But she's had a look through the network by now and it seems to be the done thing. So she goes for it.

The first few seconds are awkward, her frown more pronounced as she checks if it's on, but then her smile clears that all up.
] So, uh, hey? I think I'm using this right. I hope you guys can see me. And also hear me. It would suck if you couldn't. Unless your superpower is lip-reading - which sounds like a bum deal actually. [ Focus, Fray. ] Anyway, I'm Clary. I'm new. I got here like a couple of hours ago and seriously, the welcome committee could be a little better. But I won't waste anyone's time and ask how I can just turn around and get back home. I'm guessing that won't happen.

I have a few different questions. Mostly about the superhero gig. Can we like change our superhero names? Because I was not expecting that question. I panicked. It's awkward. Do we need costumes? Do they have to be spandex? Is there a universal law about saving the world in a suit that shows - literally everything - off? [ Nobody wants to see her in a fitted suit, nobody. ]

Also, is there an art supply store around here? Apparently that's part of my gift from the gods or whatever, and I really want to test it out ... although I guess - do they use dollars here? What's the currency in the alternate US? Am I going to get arrested if I pull out my wallet? It would not be a good start to my heroism if I got put in the back of a cop car. Also I think my mom would be able to sense it across the universes, so.

[ A shrug and then a semi-awkward smile. ] Any help would be seriously appreciated. I kind of don't know anyone here.


May. 17th, 2015 09:41 am
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So - all right.

[ Young Miss Kathleen Jones has the good grace to look embarrassed as she's making this post, because it is very embarrassing. And yet this is sort of a question that needs to be asked, because she hasn't really seen anyone asking it. Even though it's sort of... ]

We've never really managed to figure out why we were the ones who ended up here, have we. I mean - it's pretty clear that the Porter, or Lachesis, or whatever it was that brought us here, didn't just pick at random. So obviously there's got to be some reason why it's us. And I've sort of noticed -

[ She makes an awkward little gesture of her hand. ]

I mean - No one really talks about it, but you can just look around and see...

[ Another embarrassed little wave of her hand, and that embarrassed little wave finally gives her courage enough to just go for it: ]

Has anyone else noticed that we're all ridiculously good-looking? This isn't a joke post, I'm not trying to be funny - It's completely improbable, just how attractive we all are. I'm not just talking about humans, either. I'm not being human-centric, I don't think. Because I know that there are a lot of non-humans here who are uncommonly gorgeous by their species' standards. And so it's just...

[ She falters. Her face is decidedly pink with embarrassment. ]

Anyway. I don't know. I just wanted to know if anyone's looked into it at all. This is really a serious question, I swear.
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Wow, there's a lot of new faces lately, aren't there?

[ Hi Netowrk, here's a vauely, faintly scarred face looking at the camera for you. He grins, slightly, as if he knows that this is the busiest time of the month, and that there have been plenty of arrivals since he showed up a while ago.

But really, he's just making conversation, anyway. There's a look on his face, a touch apologetic.

I'm going to go ahead and apologize, for those of you who showed up in De Chima, and I didn't personally greet. That's my mistake, I got caught up a bit in negotiations, and I tend to...not really do this social media shit very well. [ A beat. ]

For those of you who don't know me, I'm Mitchell Hundred, and if you live here, you'll figure out pretty quickly that I'm the import/native ambassador for the city.

What that means? Well, I'm trying to bat for you folks, which is not exacly as easy as it sounds. For obvious reasons. Things like what happened recently can just...people get worried, and for good reason. But we can do small things to help out with that, to make us seem more normal the longer we're here, and that starts with us. Being...well, dazed and confused doesn't really do a lot, I'm afraid. Believe me, I know it's fucking hard, especially when you show up to a place that's totally outside of anything you've ever seen in your life.

So recently, I asked the various government agencies in De Chima to allow me to work with you guys to help us make a community center. It's not going to be anything big, to start out, but it's something. Ideally, it'll be open to anyone, whether you're in De Chima or not, but obviously that's a bit of a logistical issue, if you can't just port in. Unfortunately, they're not willing to pour taxpayer dollars into it -- which isn't surprising, honestly, with how the economy is -- so we'll have to bankroll it ourselves.

So I guess, unfortunately, I'm also asking for donations today. Donations and volunteers, actually. If you've got something you can teach other imports to do, I'd love for you to sign up when it's open. Even if it's basic, like "how to cook with a stove", I've seen people come in who were using fire pits to cook on, so basic lifeskills are just as needed as anything else.

[ There's a pause. ]

So if you'd like to help out, please let my office know, and if you have any questions, I could probably answer them. I've been doing this import shit for a while, so I'm always willing to offer at least as many answers as I can provide.

[ Another, slightly longer pause, as an afterthought: ] And to those who knew him, I haven't heard from Rick Bradbury, so I'm pretty sure he's been ported out, if you were looking for him.


May. 3rd, 2015 06:05 pm
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So... Hi.

[ man it's tricky starting these things, isn't it? well, it wasn't the first time. but that was before she turned into a manic not-zombie for about a week, so. eh. anyway! she's not sick anymore, but she still looks a little worse for wear. she sounds tired, voice rough from screaming once she really started to lose it. she almost only went on voice instead, but she's not really the type to hide. even if the right side of her face is marked up still, dark scars of long scratches she gave herself while she was sick, trying to get the buzzing noise in her head to stop. the nanites might've amped her body's ability to heal, but traces of the Flare aren't completely gone just yet. STILL.

Rachel's been stuck in bed for too long, and if she can offer something helpful? she's going to do it. and no she's not thinking of the long-term, but she probably is going to leave the offer open for more than just this. compensation? what's that?

I know everybody's busy cleaning up and getting things back to normal, and I'm not, um, there yet with the being able to help thing, so... I thought I'd offer something I can do. [ taptaptaptap her fingers drum on the flat of her sketchbook, off screen ] The Porter, or whatever, gave me the power of being able to pull the things I draw off the page and make them real. Only stuff, and food, not animals or anything too complex, but. If anybody got reckless while they were sick, like I did, I guess I'm just offering to replace anything that might've gotten broken or destroyed because of all this.

Or- anything, I don't know. Clothes, food, supplies for rebuilding. Pretty much anything. I'd just like to help. [ she pulls on a grin, her hand moving up to absently scratch her face but aaaah no nope not doing that ] Just let me know, yeah? I was thinking about heading to the park later on, so I can meet people there, or- Wherever. Just let me know.


Apr. 19th, 2015 09:37 pm
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Hi. It's Kitty.

[ She gives an awkward little wave to the camera. She feels ridiculously uncomfortable posting about this right now, and it shows; she looks anxious and displeased. But - ]

I know there was a bit of talk of having a birthday party for me today, but it's been cancelled. For...rather obvious reasons. So just - if you were going to come, do stay home. [ Then, with a quick attempt at some comforting levity: ] Spend the time you would have at my party finding a good cause, and then when all of this is over with, volunteer with them.

[ Okay. Her attempt at a smile fades, and then she continues on: ]

Anyway. That's not...quite it. There've been a few people who've gone. Simon Newton, for one, and John Mitchell. And just recently, John Mandrake. [ This last...She does not look happy about that. ] And I know sometimes people come back without memories, so if you find them back, and they've forgotten something, please let me know. I think - they might not know to contact me, if they lose memories, so I'd like to know if they return.

[ Translation: "Mandrake was my blood enemy, but now we're friends, and won't it just be my luck if he comes back forgetting that second part."

Her next attempt to shake off her gloom looks like almost a physical effort. She just about twitches like a cat shifting its attention. ]

Anyway. While we're avoiding getting each other ill, why don't we do something to keep our spirits up? Has anyone read those books about the vampires falling in love? Billy gave me one, and they are bloody ghastly, aren't they? So, go on, then, tell me about the absolute worst book you've ever read.
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ok whos the asshole that stole my housemates
seriously all 3, just gone. these are grown ass men who should at least be hard to fit out the window, so what gives
was it one of u, new kids???? show up and start thieving dudes?? fork em over i wasnt done with those losers yet

missing: 1 kotetsu 1 hal 1 oliver, if seen return to ramir
no reward

ps this is ramir not joseph, some asshat ALSO stole my phone, WHAT GIVES THIS PLACE IS FULL OF CRIME. WE NEED A HERO TO GET ON TOP OF THAT.
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Okay, so this superhero gig? Best. Thing. Ever!

[Each word is accompanied by animated hand gestures and unnecessary head bobbing. Better get used to it.]

Yo, this is frickin’ awesome! I mean, I wanted to defend the law and all, but this? This is better than all the wet dreams I’ve ever had! And, phew! I’ve had some great ones. Madonna? She may be old, but that chick can get it.

[Why is he gesturing to the viewer like he won an Oscar or something? What the hell is his problem?]

Some guys wouldn’t be caught dead walking around in spandex and a pair of tighty-whities, but… You can’t deny that this bodacious badonkadonk-

[Asher sets the device on the table in front of him, doing a twirl for the camera. Oh god, is that a booty pop? It is. Someone stop this man.]

Would look great in a supersuit.
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[The feed turns on to show none other than Eridan Ampora leaning back from the communicator, obviously having just set it up on some surface before him. Since his ass is parked on the couch, it's probably a coffee table.

He looks serious, or at least as serious as a cape-wearing fish alien can look.]

Now that all that weird age bee ess an' other shit is outta the way for the most part, methinks it's time I make this little announcement. Consider it a PSA a' sorts. It's a matter of great importance.

[His eyebrow raises as he stares the feed down, allowing for a dramatic pause, before continuing:]

Upon showin' up here about a perigee or two ago, I came to the information that you humans got some system of non-gowernment when it comes to the waters of this planet. International waters, or some rubbish like that.

[A dismissive hand wave as he rolls his eyes.]

As such, the oceans of this shitty an' pathetic rock is left utterly unguarded, or ewen ruled ower for that matter. Honestly, it's one of the few things you human hawe done that's made any sense at all.


[He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees as his hands come together, fingers lacing.]

As the only suitable sea dwellin' royalty on this entire planet, I stake my claim of the ocean--of all the bodies of water, actually. It's only right that someone such as myself inherits this world's aquatic reserwoirs.

[He's absolutely 100% serious here too. Which, probably makes this worse, considering he's making this on April Fools Day of all days. Not that he's really aware of that holiday.]

That bein' said, as the new an' rightful ruler of the seas, there's gonna be some laws you landcrawlin' sacks a filth need to follow.

[He reaches next to the communicator, pulling up a sheet of paper. Look at that. He wrote it down, this shit is absolutely offishal now!]

First of all, no more stinkin' sweaty pink-skinned animals in my waters no longer. You do enough as is to pollute the planet by existin' on it with your foul presence, don't need that sorta scum muckin' up my waters. Second of all, no more slaughterin' a marine life without direct permission from the Emperor of the Ocean-- [His gaze goes from the paper in his hands to the feed, eyebrows lowering.] --that's me, if you hawen't been payin' attention. The ocean is my killin' cauldron, an' it's high time you shorewalkers back the fuck off.

Last, but certainly not least: no more ships, boats, or any such garbage in my oceans. Trespassers will be prosecuted by the New Nautical Aristocracy, ay-kay-ay, myself, an' you will not see mercy for your transgressions.

[He places the paper back down, resettling in his seat. Trying to look aloof and intimidating all in one go, but when you're the equivalent of a 13-14 year old human, you just look like a ridiculous tryhard.]

If you got concerns, questions, or whatewer, I'm feelin' generous enough to entertain them, an' if there are any other sea dwellers I ain't aware of on this planet, feel free to contact me an' I'll see what I can do to work you into my new kingdom, we sea dwellers gotta stick together, after all.

The rest a' you, naysayers an' what hawe you, kindly piss off.

[And without further ado, he leans in to turn off the feed.]

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Mar. 31st, 2015 03:37 pm
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[For someone who's been in Heropa for half the month now, Xion has been keeping her profile low and doing as much reconnaissance as she can, as well as staying out of the way in case she hurt anybody. Again.

But she's been watching the network; she's been keeping her eye on the weird happenings and seen a lot of people who live on her street suddenly get tiny or older and it's odd, even before the explanation and the truth came out.

She's sitting outside somewhere, the sound of waves crashing and gulls crying can be heard in the background and the wind is ruffling her short, dark hair. She looks hesitant but thoughtful when she starts filming.]

I... I haven't been here very long and I don't know if this is the right thing to use this device for but I wanted to say something.

[She pauses for a moment.]

Everybody is talking a lot about their bodies changing, about how they're older or younger. It isn't a good feeling when something happens to you and you can't do anything to stop it. I haven't changed here but... I know how it feels. So, um... it's okay to be mad, I guess. Or sad. I don't know if that makes anybody feel better.

In the end, you're all still you! And you've got people who know you and remember you and love you. That's important. It doesn't matter whether you're big or small, just as long as you've got someone to make it easier for you.

[And here she looks embarrassed and sheepish, realising she's maybe gone a bit far.]

That's all I wanted to say, really. Sorry.


Mar. 19th, 2015 12:46 am
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So. I'm dropping out of school.

[ The amount of fucks given is pretty much zero at this point. ]

It's been piling up, just stupid reasons at first. I thought if I go to school everything will be as it was before corpses rose up and start eating people. I guess I was in denial or something, because eventually it quickly became not the case.

[ It's so frustrating because he gets tensed when the school bell rings. He always look for escape routes, a habit that is useful, but sometimes disturbs him simply because he notices he's the only one in a room that does it. ]

For English class we were supposed to write about our own personal biography. I got into trouble when I presented mine.

[ With teachers looking at him, either in disappointment or pity; some of the kids avoiding him while others pester him in the gruesome details of his life back home.

It made him feel more alone than anything else. ]

Anyway, I was thinking: there's that school for imPorts, right? Is that still open?


Mar. 12th, 2015 08:37 pm
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Wow, hi. Okay. Hi. I'm Rachel Elizabeth Dare, I'm originally from Manhattan, and I'm new here.

[ yep, someone's definitely treating this like some kind of interview / Skype session - the screen is 60% wildcrazyred hair, 30% face, and 10% neck and shoulders. until she sits back a bit, but that doesn't change the percentages very much. there's a lot about this place that's going to take getting used to, but there's something(s) she needs to ask about pretty much right away ]

Does anyone else here have art-centric powers? Drawing related? Or, no. I mean, yes, I'm curious about that, but I'm just wondering if I got extremely lucky, or if everybody got matched with something they really love, too. Do artsy people get art powers, athletic people get ...sporty powers? I don't know. I'm just curious.

Calling all Seers of Fate too, if there are any. When I asked the woman, she made it sound like anything was possible, so I thought I'd ask. It'd be cool to meet another Seer, for sure.

-- Okay, I'm mostly interested to know if anyone else got a drawing power like my new one. I'd love to have somebody to practice with. It's actually a lot harder than it sounds. Unless there's some kind of training camp I can go to-? Anything. Let me know.

And, umm. Yeah! I guess that's about it. Can't wait to meet you all!

[ yes you're going to meet all of them, the whole city, every city, everyone ever. reach for the stars, Rachel ]
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[Behold, the image of April Ludgate in her very best Rosie the Riveter cosplay as she addresses the nation. Beside her, Mitch is in his usual suit and tie, his face more exhausted and drawn than he’d often been before, but no more so than some of the older members from the City would know that he still looks pretty well-rested -- compared to the man who’d been running the City. But at least there’s a look about him, kind of excited, a smile on his face. ]

Now my associate over here -- [ He looks back at April. ] -- are you going by Rosie now?

[There is a moment of April just smiling- semi-tightly, in a biting my tongue so hard way- at Mitch, before turning the Paid To Be Cheerful Smile at the camera.]

That’s me, Ms. Production E

[And it’s back to you, boss. She’ll just be posing in the Riveter style for now.]

Alright, well, I guess if you were hanging out at the convention, nobody can blame you. Anyway -- a few bits of business. I don’t need to introduce myself, but if you’re new, and you live in De Chima, you’ll be seeing a lot of me. I’m Mitchell Hundred, also the ambassador for this fine city, but just call me Mitch. [ The smile? It screams politician. ]

Anyway, I don’t think I’ve had much time to talk to the whole lot of the network as much as I’ve wanted to. There are a few things I’d like to get to today, and April has something as well. I’m happy to say that I’ve been working very hard to arrange something with the government in De Chima, and after being awarded a small grant, I have an opportunity to bring something to our people here in De Chima. What I’m looking for is someone in the tech business to please let me know if you’re willing to work on a small project. I can provide details after speaking privately.

Now, barring that, I’m happy to say that we’ll also be arranging a swear-in next week. April here had an excellent idea, and we’ll also need support from the different groups and companies in De Chima, so if anyone would like to lend a hand to assist us -- either financially or by bringing your patronage or corporation by, we’ll be happy to have you. I’d like to showcase the many companies that we have in De Chima with a sort of trade show at the convention center, and also…
[ A pause, and he looks at April. ]

Well, I think I’ll leave the rest to Miss Ludgate.

Ms. Production E. But- [Then the fake saleswoman smile is back in force.]

We’re going to fully celebrate the joys of American capitalism with a not-in-anyway-date related auction. Involving you. We need things and tricks to sell off to our adoring public.You all have powers or...maybe even a skill or something. Put them to use. Sell off showing up at some kids birthday party and flying around. Or cooking lessons. Or just a piece of rock you signed because it looked pretty. Homemade blood voodoo dolls...I don’t know what you do. Then normal people and other imPorts will bid, and it’ll all go to making the cities we live in less on fire. The event’ll be live and streaming- online bids allowed. So…


[She looks back up at Mitch. Her job is officially done here.]

[ Mitch takes it back up with a politician perfect smile, like the drop is something that he’d been waiting for. ]

If you’re interested, either in swearing-in, or coming by to see what De Chima has to offer, please feel free to stop by during the swear in. I’m going to try to have a few extras for everyone -- funding willing. But please, feel free to stop by, I think it’ll be fun, for everyone involved.

[ OOC SIGNUPS are over here. ]

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Mar. 10th, 2015 05:46 pm
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[From what's visible behind him, Jesse's seated at the nurse's desk of the Xavier School infirmary. That's not really relevant to anything, just that he's at work and he's bored and out of anything useful to occupy his time. He's currently wrapping a gauze bandage around an empty soda can. An art piece, maybe. Or just keeping his hands busy.]

What's up? Anything exciting going on?

[He's talking to the comm device, but his eyes are on his "work".]

We got new guys coming in, right? How 'bout you? Freaking out about this superhero thing? It's pretty wild...

[That might be touching on sardonic. He knows it's no fun to be new here.]

You guys wanna talk or anything, I got nothing better to do.

[As thrilling as it is to keep winding this bandage around a soda can.]
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[ Those lurking the comm the afternoon of March 9th will spot Jolly Jonah himself staring near aimlessly into the camera. The man is sitting on a brown recliner, and he's tired. It not hard to tell, especially given the pile of paper that can be seen just out of the frame and the fact that there are at least 8 stogies in the ash tray next to him. He's got a new one in his mouth right now, actually!

But still, for as tired as he looks, you'd never guess that by the way he speaks. While most new imPorts have a reputation for being rather displeased with being so rudely yanked from their homes, JJ's overall demeanor is...surprisingly pleasing. So much so, that he begins speaking at a mile a minute as soon as the video turns on. ]

Well, it's about damn time somebody recognized my heroics! Looks like whoever's doing the import thing is finally makin' some steps in the right direction, eh? I mean, just reading about some of the weirdos you've brought in before me? Glad to see you're starting to pick out some upstanding citizens like myself!

[ He taps his cigar against the ashtray next to him, getting rid of the excess ash. Some gets on the arm of the chair, but J.J. doesn't flinch at that. ]

In fact, I recommend that whoever is running this damn thing pick out my son next! John Jameson, real American hero, that one! Don't bring in my wife, though. Lord knows that I could barely stand her back in New York, can't deal with all the friggin' nagging she'd do down here.

[ Suddenly, his entire demeanor changes. He now speaks to the camera head-on, dissuading any need for tangents. He's large and in charge and everybody has to know. ]

You can call me J. Jonah Jameson! Why am I telling you this, you might ask? Well, maybe if you stopped askin' so many damn questions in the first place and let someone with intelligence speak, I could tell you! Anyway, point is, that is a name you ingrates are gonna be hearing a lot from now on. See, back where I come from, I was a pretty big deal! Nobody wanted to mess with the likes of me!

So, for all of the so-called "vigilantes" out there? There's a new hero in town and the only superpower he needs is the power of the press!


Mar. 5th, 2015 09:49 pm
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Hey guys, hope no one's in the middle of bleeding out, or anything. If you are, though, just put it on hold for a sec, because I got a question.

If you could ask for one favor from anyone, what would it be? Like, anyone, stuck in this universe with us or not.

It's, uh... it's for a homework assignment. [ She hasn't gone to school in like 4 years. So that's convincing, right? ]
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[ Kid looks a mix of unimpressed and resigned at having to make this request, but he still faces the camera straight on. ]

Are there any imPort-inclined business presently hiring? My employment at the interior design company appears to have concluded rather... abruptly.

[ Meaning, he totally got fired. Although, it may have been precipitated by the fact that he'd had yet another argument about the merits of symmetry in aesthetic design, and the store owners had put their executive foot down. ]

I do realize I can get employment at a non-imPort establishment, and I will should that be the reasonable choice, but I thought to ask first. I can learn to do any number of tasks, but my strength is in organization.

[ Now there's an understatement... ]

Incidentally, if there is anyone in Maurtia Falls seeking a job, I can confirm a business with a new opening.

[ Might as well help someone out... ]


Feb. 22nd, 2015 04:59 pm
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[Sabriel's sitting in a De Chima coffeeshop, surrounded by books. two are the spellbooks she arrived with- others are history books, and a few others are books about vampires. Sabriel looks lively and alert, even as she jots down notes.] I have information I want to share with everyone- as well as a question.

It's not much, but- when we attacked, the Hornet's base, one of them was unfortunately killed in the fighting. I talked to him a little bit before I sent him on his way. He wasn't that happy about talking to an Import, but I did get a little bit of information out of him. [Sabriel clears her throat before speaking, reciting the words exactly as she heard them.]

"You haven't seen the last of us, and you will regret your part in the upcoming battle." Granted, it's not much, but... some of the other Hornets escaped, so they may still be planning- something.

Also, I've been trying to learn more about vampires, but the information I've found is... odd. And conflicts with much of what I've learned about the Dead. Does anyone here have experience with them? Weaknesses to sunlight and running water make sense, but garlic and wooden stakes?


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