04 November 2017 @ 08:41 pm
[A video feed comes in, but .. it's a black screen. Sounds of fumbling, muttering, and other movements can be heard - but no one is seen.

That is, until about 30 seconds in, when Ned seems to finally figure out how to use the overwhelming and odd contraption he was given. He was told he could use it to communicate with a "network," whatever that might mean. He's been fiddling with the thing for hours, and despite the simplistically written instructions, he finds the technology a bit beyond his grasp.

The expression on his face is pleased, content that he's finally figured at least something out. He's in the room he was given in the strange inn-like structure he was told to go to, though it's understandably and expectedly bare - no need for personal trinkets if his stay is going to be temporary (not that he's come with any to begin with).

After some maneuvering, Ned seems to get the hang of it and finally begins to speak.
]

Well met to .. whomever might be .. watching this message. I am Lord Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell and .. Hand of the King. [There is some pain etched in his brow at this admission of title, but he presses on.]

I know not why I arrived here or by what means, nor do I understand whether I might still be in the realm of men or of the gods, Old or New, but whatever knowledge you might willingly provide or share would be of the greatest assistance, and you would have my gratitude 'til the end of my days. [Something unspoken flashes across his eyes at this, his lips tightening into a line before he softens again and, with a slight nod of his head, cuts off the video.]
 
 
16 October 2017 @ 02:02 am
[The video starts with Jaune in his apartment.] Hey. Jaune Arc again. Now that I've been taking a break, I wanted to take a few minutes to talk about something that's very important to me:

And that's drinking less energy drinks and drinking more water. [He holds up a glass of delicious, cold water, precariously filled to the rim. Look as the beads just glisten in the florescent lights.] Water is an important source of nutrients and energy. Most bodies are composed of...about fifty to ninety percent water? Depending on your species. And without it we can't do as much as well as we normally can. Our brains get sluggish, and our super powers or whatever aren't as super powerful. Which brings me to energy drinks. They're a good source of sugar, and, well, energy, but there's a reasonable limit and it's easy to cross that limit.

Don't be like me and drink ten in one night. Just don't. Don't do that. [His stare becomes haunted, before brightening again.] This message was brought to you by X-Ray and- [Bark! An excited white golden retriever named Snow runs down the hall and into Jaune's leg, thinking it's time for pets, but Jaune was unprepared and he has to catch himself from dropping the glass, upsetting the still surface and spilling some on his shirt and pants--]

[He looks either nauseous or uncomfortable and drops his device as he falls rather suddenly, his dog barking at the video while a frustrated, screeching COME ON!!! echoes in the apartment. Turning the fallen device back to him, his problem is quickly made clear. Jaune is now sporting a bright yellow tail with two broader fins and a smaller one that fans out at the end. Some of the scales seem to grow bright blue, particularly the ones lining the edges, and bringing the camera up it's shown that while the scales don't fully stop there, going up his elbows and some on his neck where his gills are, his normally blue eyes seem even brighter than before. Despite the change in appearance, Jaune just groans and slumps back on the floor while Snow starts investigating the different scents.]

I guess I'll go live in the ocean until this is over. Dogs don't eat fish...right?
 
 
05 September 2017 @ 01:47 pm
[ Viewers are treated to the sight of Eleanor Guthrie looking very frazzled, her dress and hair a mess from her own run-in with Fayren's wildlife, her facial expression just short of thunderous. She's furious, utterly furious, but being angry doesn't bring you more patrons.

So what people get to see is a very sharp smile. ]
People of Fayren, I'm sure you've all had your own encounters with our wildlife already. Now you could do as our valiant Guardian has said and stay at home, alone and miserable waiting for the danger to pass.

Or you could come the Dead Men's Port right there in the harbor and wait it out with the best rum in town and meat fresh from the hunt. Until danger has passed, drinks and food are both half price. If you play music or tell stories to amuse our guests, drinks will be free.

Let's all make the best of our circumstances!
 
 
20 August 2017 @ 10:36 pm
[It says a lot about Scott’s life that when he wakes up in a metal coffin in a different world than his own, it’s not even in the top ten of weirdest things to happen to him this month. He still has around his neck the power dampening collar Emma put on him after the kidnapping and Scott takes a moment to wonder if he blacked out because of her assault on his mind before he notices the white box and its contents. He then checks the information available and listens to Weiss's hologram a few times to make sure he gets all the info. So, he's in the wrong universe again. Must be Tuesday, carry on.

Shaking those thoughts of his mind, Scott claws at the collar but there's no getting rid of it without the code to unlock it. The beams of concussive force of his eyes might be a pain in the ass on occasion but he doesn’t like being this vulnerable in a strange place. When the audio transmission starts, the voice is polite and calm, obviously belonging to a young male.

There are a lot of things he wants to ask - If there are mutants in the cities, if anybody has seen his team, if totalitarian regimes are the norm here as well...but what he ends saying is:] 

Hello, good day. Is anybody around here good at picking locks?

[Because he is an idiot.

After the question, there's a silence while Scott cringes at his own words. He tries to come up with an explanation for his request that doesn't make him sound like a criminal.]


I'm...in the middle of a complicated predicament, so I'd appreciate a little help.

[Yes, very good. That doesn't sound suspicious at all. Nailed it, Scott.]
 
 
16 August 2017 @ 10:18 am
[Yukiko was currently sitting at the desk of the Guardian office looking through some paper and gather a few things to place at the side. The office itself looked like an organised mess as she puzzled over it a little more. Once she moved another piece of paper and placed it next to the map she set her focus on the device.]

it's been a while since I use this device to do something like this. but I am doing it as some kind of update on my work for Fayren for the most part and some ideas I have been doing that I may or may not need help on.

[She coughed slightly.]

First of all, I've been thinking of doing a festival in Fayren, at least a traditional one with games and ways to help people bond. But it's the sports or games that I am researching on and would very much appreciate any information one might have that might help me with that.

[She at least got jousting sorted, that will be a thing as she goes to grab her bag, checking through its contents.]

Second, of all with the last two things that have appeared in the newspaper over the past month connected to Fayren, I have decided to investigate starting with the recent case. [A pause.] I know they have sent people out already, but the incident is something that concerns me regardless and I worry they might not return, so it's also to make sure they are okay.

So to the deputies that will still be around, I would like to ask you to patrol at least for today. If you are unable to for one reason or another, then let me know.

[Give her a moment before she remembered something else.]

Oh finally, Heals on Wheels will now be providing classes for those who want to learn basic first aid if they can't do magic and healing spells for those who are able to. So if you are interested, then please ask one of the volenteers.
 
 
If you were to be kidnapped and held for ransom, how much or what would you expect the payment to be?

I'd like to think I'm worth 666 virgins of noble birth.



[Action: Various Locations]

[Grell made sure to stop by both shelters of The Red House Foundation in Genessia City and Everglade. She has to make sure things are running smoothly, that staff are abiding by regulations, and that residents are being treated well. She let the children at either shelter play with her hair, since there's so much of it (it's almost touching the floor). So if anyone catches her with her hair in multiple braids full of ribbons and flowers, then...well point it out!

A few hours after her visit to the shelters (no longer with braids and such) in Nova City, a promotional event is held for her new holographic lingerie line, Hard Light, with herself and two other models on the street in front of the company helping create the technology. A crowd is gathered to watch the display, taking pictures and recording the event. Using a special compact for changing clothing, Grell goes from a red skirt suit to showing off something catering to a darker side with just a few taps, while the other models wear something more delicate and inclusive of the range of sizes the technology could compliment.

Around 4pm, Grell is at her lingerie shop in Fayren, changing the mannequins in the shop window to display something similar to what was in the promotional event. Yet around 6pm, she can be found napping in that display window, back against the wall and slumped against the window, device in her hand. It's obvious that she was using it before falling asleep...

She's had a long day!]
 
 
05 August 2017 @ 12:09 am
Sent from the phone of Jack Skellington [personal profile] takeoffmyhead

Hypothetically speaking: Say some magical accident had put you into the body of a skeleton. What would you do?

[ She is actually asking for step 3. Step 1 had been to panic. Step 2 to blame the (now former) skeleton. ]
 
 
29 July 2017 @ 06:29 pm
[ The video is taken from inside what appears to be a costume shop. It's a rather drab shop compared to her normal masks, but you have to start somewhere. 5000 red bills is not enough to afford her usual ostentatious masks of gold. She's holding a mask to her face, her lips drawn downward in a frown just beneath the rhinestone teeth. ]

Too on the nose.

[ She turns around, her device clearly propped up on a shelf of some kind, perfectly and elaborately coiffed hair and a the back of a gorgeous long sleeved, royal blue dress. She turns around again after a moment, holding up another mask. ]

Would you prefer something cute and harmless, Genessia? [ She quickly lowers her face and places this one on next. ] Or do you prefer a more honest facade?
 
 
28 July 2017 @ 05:20 pm
[It had taken dear William quite a bit to figure out how to actually work the communicator. Attempting to decipher words that he had never heard of was quite the task but eventually, with a bit of poking about, he managed to turn on the video function.

He blinks a bit and taps the screen, chewing the inside of his lip before finally speaking.]


My name is Will Turner...I suppose all of you have awakened in the same manner that I did, so I'll not articulate that surprise.

I do wish to know where I may find some accommodations beyond those assigned to me.

[Work would come later, he knew. He was a master blacksmith and now had skills for seafaring and repairing ships. There had to be something he could possibly do.]
 
 
Current Mood: anxious
 
 
14 July 2017 @ 12:39 pm
ANON MEME


It's been over a year since our last honestly honest anonymous chat. We can all be honest (or honestly have fun) and not have to worry about what anyone else thinks when our identities aren't tied to what we're saying. Same rules as last time so I'm just copy/pasting:
    1. Only reply with anonymous text! If you say something logged in, I'll freeze the thread and put a bounty on your head for ruining everyone's fun.

    2. Put thread topics in the subject line. Don't get off topic, if you want to talk about something else start a new thread. I'll throw a few discussion topics up, but you can feel free to bring up your own, namedrop people to talk about them, whatever you want.

    3. If you bring up personal problems don't whine when people give you answers you don't like.
Those are the only rules, get going.


{ OOC NOTE: All replies to this post are automatically considered anonymous unless otherwise stated in the subject line. If you intentionally have your character reply while 'logged in' Emerald really will freeze the thread. Whether she actually does the bounty part depends on how much she really wants to annoy your character. This is essentially an IC anon meme, except it's actually in-game because Emerald is bored and wasting time at work (sorry Johnny, the kiddos at the arcade only waited a couple of minutes while she posted- she promises they were being twits anyway). }
 
 
06 July 2017 @ 12:17 am
video, noon

[ For the second time Eleanor Guthrie’s face shows up on the network, looking a lot healthier than two weeks ago. Yet she is looking ruffled for a different reason. Her braid is a little messy, a smear of grime on her cheek.

You can see her standing in a run-down inn, only a few patrons sitting at the bar so early in the day. There’s a stuffed monkey sitting on the counter, it wears a tiny pirate hat. ]


If you're looking for a strong drink or a hearty meal in Fayren, drop by the Drunken Monkey tonight! We've been hard at work cleaning up after that spirit mess, and it's as good as new now! We have vacant rooms, too, if you'd rather not stagger home, or would like a livelier home than most. Starting today, we'll be serving rum along with ale and mead as the specialties of the house.


action, in the evening

[ When Eleanor called The Drunken Monkey as good as new she had been very generous, for the inn has only been restored to the ramshackle state it'd been in before the attacks. Manager Eleanor may be, but the owner wasn't going to pay for full renovations.

Yet it's a lively place, crowded and filled with boisterous laughter and the sounds of playful scuffles here and there, while barmaids weave skillfully through the crowd serving huge tankards of ale and bowls of savory stew. A trio of musicians takes to the raised stage every now and then, playing songs about valiant princes and fearsome dragons.

Eleanor Guthrie can be found behind the bar or waiting tables, but more often directing the other staff, or every now and then deep in conversation with one of the more fearsome-looking patrons.]
 
 
Y'know, at least it's all toasty here now, I got a raw deal the last time I came here when it was all crummy and wintery.

[oh.

OH GOOD.

IT'S THIS VOICE AGAIN.
]

I mean it ain't no Bimini or nuthin' but hey, it ain't no Greenland either, I'll take it.

So's like whats happened here since I ain't been around an' stuff? Anyone die? Aliens? We catch sasquatch yet?

Does this place even do anythin'?

... We get any prettier ladies 'round here since I left?
 
 
26 June 2017 @ 03:24 am
[The seven-coloured puppeteer appears on the screen. Her magic dolls busy at work tending to mundane chores in the background.]

Good evening, everyone. I am Alice Margatroid, candidate for the Fayren guardianship.

It's that time again for all to cast our ballots and choose who we want to safeguard our fair cities. Please follow your hearts and choose whom you believe to be the best choice. You are part of the voice that speaks for Fayren. Go on, and vote, and do so without regrets.

I am well aware that I tend to be... Introverted. Which is why I'm taking this opportunity to highlight many things I have done and can do for Fayren.

[A helper doll descends on screen and settles in Alice's hands.]

I am a magician youkai who specialises in doll magic. Manipulation of dolls. I am a puppeteer. Through my magic, I can have dolls that I made perform just about any task I have them do.

During the terms of Satori Komeiji's, I assisted the Fayren soldiers in protecting Fayren during a monster attack, as well as those red-robed creatures during Xander's term. And when the Hands of Decay were active, Satori asked me to design security dolls to be placed at business establishments to humanely capture criminals. This left the Hands unable to function.

We are recovering, still, from a breach in the barrier. Fayren, without Guardian Xander, was hit especially hard. I did what I could from the air and on the ground to protect the citizens as they retreated to safer locations.

Outside of crises, I made home-made sweets and handed them out to people and performed puppet shows for the populace.

And what more can I do? I want to help bridge the gap between mages and non-magical. I may be a magician youkai, but I was human once. I believe I can help build that bridge. Further more, I have a "Phantom Sight," where I can see through illusions.

That is all I wished to share. To my fellow candidates for Fayren's guardianship, good luck to you all, and may the best woman, and dragon, win.
 
 
24 June 2017 @ 03:42 pm
Pitch black darkness will appear on everyone's screen for several long seconds and then..... From out of the darkness, will come a face both terrible to gaze upon yet  too mesmerizing to turn away from.  The hooded robe of midnight that made the figure seem a part of the darkness. The pasty white skin of the face filled with deep, almost scar-like  wrinkles caused by more then old age. The yellow eyes that seems to bore into the viewers as if they see every thought  of their audience. . One could easily think that was perhaps Death himself.

"My fellow inhabitants of this strangle world, please do not be alarmed by my appearance...  I am Emperor Sheev Palpatine, ruler of the Galactic Empire. I wish to be of service to you, the people here as I was to my subjects."

The voice is at odds with the face. It sounds warm, benevolent, grandfatherly.

"From the universe I hail from, I was originally but a humble Senator representing the Planet Naboo in the great Senate of the Galactic Republic. In time, I was elected Chancellor of the Republic and sworn to end the internal corruption that up until that moment, was twisting the great government of hundred million star systems to serve only the interests of great corporate monopolies and planetary elites. They start a rebellion against the Republic, calling themselves the Confederacy of Independent Systems in perverse joke that soon devolved into civil war.  The very fabric of galactic society was being tore apart.  The Republic was brought to the brink of collapse. It had to be reborn.

And so I and my followers reorganized the Republic into the Galactic Empire, with myself reluctantly taking on the role of Emperor. Through the valiant efforts of the newborn Imperial Navy and Army, we ended the menace of the CIS and ushered in an untold period of peace, prosperity, equality and most of all, stability that has last for over 20 years now...  

And while it is imperative that I return to my Empire as soon as possible in order continue to safeguard the well-being of it's citizens, It is my desire as a public servant to want to also extend that same sentiment to the people of this world for as long as  I am here.   That is...."

And here his voice becomes troubled.

"If I am not cut down in the streets first.
I have good reason to believe there are members of the Rebel Alliance, a terrorist successor movement to the Confederacy among the population here. They will seek to take my life, which is why I am currently in hiding. But it is not the loss of my life that I fear. I have been the target of so many over the years that I've grown numb to them. One of them even permanently damaged my face as you can see.  No, it the innocents that could be caught in crossfire between them and me. A conflict that originated in our galaxy should stay there.    

That is why I decided to introduce myself in such a public manner. I am but a frail old man in the twilight of his life who only wishes to continue until the end, his heart's desire as a ruler.... The betterment of all under him.   Will you not deny me that?"
 
 
24 June 2017 @ 09:43 am
[David starts up the video feed and stacks of paper can be seen beside him as he's sitting in the Guardian's Office. He’s been pulling all-nighters for the last few weeks, but he’s finally reached the mountain top of paperwork. Though a Guardians work is never really done.]

With everything that has happened, I’ve yet to have a chance to say this. But thank you to everyone that helped not only defend Genessia City, but every other city during the breach. Even if you only helped people get to the safe houses, I still want to extend my gratitude to you and I hope all of you got through it okay.

All things considered, just like last time, we’ve learned more about this place because of this situation. Though, ideally we could discover more about this place without it taking some massive event for more information to be discovered.

A small word of warning too. Given how many of the creatures from outside made their way inside, some could possibly still linger around. I plan to make some rounds through the cities for the next couple of weeks to check, if anyone wants to join, they are more than welcomed to. If anyone happens to spot any while they happen to be out, please report it.
 
 
21 June 2017 @ 03:15 pm
[A young man appears on screen wearing a blue/gold military uniform. He wears a white powdered wig that covers his long brown hair tied underneath. He appeared to be at ease with using the device, having taken the time to read the instructions and figure it out. He addressed the audience as if he were standing before his crew and spoke in a clear tone.]

My name is Admiral James Norrington. I work under the East Trading Company and have had many years of experience working for the British Navy. I just recently arrived. I don't have many questions, most answers I've managed to learn already. I would however, like to offer my services and do the best to help those in need. I saw that you had been recently under attack.

I suppose the one question I have is to ask-- is who are the people in charge here when it comes to gathering aide? What has been done in the past? I appreciate any information you have to provide. Thank you.
 
 
21 June 2017 @ 12:00 pm
[There's a young blonde on the screen, her hair painstakingly combed and braided to perfection, but the 18th century dress she wears, although equally painstakingly washed, is frayed and torn at the hems, with a few stains which couldn't be fully removed yet. She looks pale, her cheekbones a little too sharp, deep shadows still under her eyes. These signs of her recent captivity couldn't be washed away as quickly as the grime, or as she had demanded for a lady in the Welcome Center to teach her the proper use of this - still uncanny - device.

Eleanor may hate appearing in public looking less than perfectly poised, but every inquiry for suitable clothing got her pointed to Fayren, and she's not quite daring enough yet to brave a town everyone keeps telling her is full of real, actual magic. First things first then.


My name is Eleanor Guthrie, formerly of Nassau, New Providence Island. I'm not going to waste your time with complaints about being taken captive, as I'm sure you hear them from every new arrival. I'd rather sate my curiosity. I've been told a woman may own and rule equal to any man in your towns, even in Fayren, and that quite a few of the most powerful citizens are indeed women. Is this more than just the letter of the law?

[Old wives' tales come to life or not, Fayren is the only place that seems to hold any comforting familiarity in this bizarre, foreign world she has been thrust into, and she's not going to let sorcery or any kind of bizarre otherworldly creatures stand in the way to that.]

I also have another, more trivial question for you: Can we hope for it to get warmer yet? It's a little bit nippy for this time of the year, compared to what I'm used to. I'd hope Fayren, at least, is warmer; I'm planning to settle there if all goes according to plan.