Jun. 25th, 2017 08:22 pm
readytobe: (you will crumble before my attack.)
[personal profile] readytobe
You are being deceived by the "gods". Your loved ones are nothing but shadows.

The only question is, why have you been given this "gift"? Which god is responsible this time?
save_theworld: (once upon a time...)
[personal profile] save_theworld
[Frisk isn't looking so good. They aren't really looking anywhere, at the moment. Their skin is waxen, chest rising and falling with shallow breaths, the only indication that they're still here at all.

At the least, they're still in their mother's lap. Still being rocked back and forth slowly by a clearly devastated woman, who speaks to them so very, very softly. Tells them about how much she loves them, that they have to stay determined. There's something fearful in the way that she holds them; like she already knows how this ends.

She knows that holding them close isn't going to keep them there.

The camera, previously viewing the two from across the room, turns away. Quiet steps lead to a door, opening into an empty bedroom of an unused apartment. The door closes behind them.]

Frisk is dying. They always were willing to die for the people they love.

[Turning the phone round in their hands, Chara smiles down at the feed. It's not a happy smile.]

That's your fault, isn't it?

((Responses to come from [personal profile] achievementhunter))
telephoning: (Letting it sink in.)
[personal profile] telephoning
[Sssssomeone is leaning a bit too close into the video feed that's just flicked on!

It's not Zoe. It's a man, though the resemblance is more than null, at least - scruffy, same huge, sunken blue eyes, wide over the kid-on-Christmas-morning smile ticking up ever more on his face as he holds the phone up 'n away a little bit, turns it horizontally, vertically, horizontally with two hands...

He snickers to himself, licking the inside of his cheek and bringing the phone down to a reasonable-ish position.

A high-pitched stage whisper.]


[He gives the camera a poke and tap. Volume up a couple notches with a singsong and a side-to-side wave:]

Are we live?!

Damn it, Lucas, gimme that back...

Hee hee -- ! [Quick look over to Zoe offscreen!] Will when I'm done borrowin' it, just gimme a minute or two!

[There's Zoe's... side, as she comes up behind him, reaches in and over to catch 'im by surprise and yank it out of his hand, but...]


[There he goes, and there the video feed goes. It ain't aimed anymore; it'll be everywhere, up, down, waved.]

No, ya don't!

[And Zoe blows out a sigh and raggedly, wearily calls:] Daddy?!

Mama! Mama, look look look look! I can hold shit now, ha ha -- !

Zoe? Lucas, what's going on --

[Sharp:] He got my phone.

Ahhh, dear... [Binding exasperation.] -- Honey, would you please give your sister some rest now...?!

That's enough.

[And wope.

With the clamp of a hand around a wrist, the video feed fixes stable again. Aimed up at another fellow, a big guy in his fifties. He looks down at the phone. Swipes it up with his free hand, palm mostly-covering the camera, and passes it over to Zoe.

She mutters "thanks, Daddy", turns her back right on the scene of the two men startin' into an argument - "Don't you steal from your sister again." "She's gonna have to share for a while."]

That or I'm gonna have to nail this down...

[And with a lift, there Zoe herself is onscreen.

Looking like a woman who hasn't had anywhere near enough sleep for this.

She can't even fake a smile for the moment, or look into the camera; eyes are off to the side, listening to her parents and brother talk. About the revelation that kicked the little spat off, actually, trying to process the development.]

Sorry you all had to see that. [Tacking on an... obligatory explanatory note.] My... family, can be a handful.

[Not as bad as it could be. Alas.]
unitas: (▸lost connection)
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[ The camera flickers to life showing off the inside of the Speakeasy. It's mostly quiet at the moment, a few people drinking their sorrows away in silence, hiding away from their ghosts. The video swivels to show off eight unique paintings spaced equally apart, one of each god, lining the back wall. They're all painted with black ink, names scribbled above their heads, and on each forehead is a bright red X, or, in Love's case, right in the middle of their pink fluffy self.

And then she turns the video to herself. Her dark roots are more visible and her pallor is off but she appears pleased with herself. There's a smudge of black paint on her cheek. ]

Anyone up for a game of darts? [ She says it with mock cheer, a spit in the face or whatever god is trying to force her to feel what they want. Her expression sours for a single moment, words turning icy. ] And to the asshole who thinks it's cool to play with our loved ones: fuck you. May you lose someone you care for and never, ever be able to bring them back.

[ Her eyes begin to sting as she punctuates that last sentence, nose turning a few shades pink, and she quickly swallows it back, bringing a drink up to her mouth with her other hand. It'll be over soon but for now, it's pain. It's pain for the people she loves here and she won't be quiet about it. She lets her voice soften as she continues, though her scowl remains. ] It's open to all, obviously, and I'll make certain to do upkeep on them so you never have to miss their stupid, smug ass faces. Though, someone should sew up a curtain large enough to cover that wall when no one's playing; no one wants to see them all the time.

[ Don't you love how she doesn't ask? In any case, she ends the feed at that moment. If anyone wants her, she's available at the bar for action threads, tossing makeshift darts at Sorrow's face. ]


Jun. 22nd, 2017 02:08 pm
dragonsgrasp: (shoulder the burden)
[personal profile] dragonsgrasp
Is anyone else being visited by someone from home?

What could it mean, that they appear like this? Are they really here or just figments of our imagination? They certainly seem real enough, when you talk to them...

[Another voice pipes up, a woman's voice who sounds much more cheerful than Kain. The phone shifts just a little, and the ghostly figure of a young, blonde-haired woman can be seen as well.]  Kain, don't be silly. Of course I'm real. Now, didn't you say you had a goal of some sort?

[Oh, right. Ahh, he’d initially meant to do this in order to reach out and be more sociable as Ikaruga keeps trying to make him do. He may have gotten a little too troubled there for a moment. Lucky him, Rosa, or the ghost of her, is as stubbornly on top of making him do things for his own good as ever. After a pause while he considers things, he finally adds more.]

What sort of people have appeared for the rest of you? Is it someone you wanted to see? Tell me about who's visiting you.

That wasn't so bad, was it? But aren't you going to start by introducing me?

Ah... right. Everyone, this is Rosa. She's my ...friend... from back home. [There's a small, barely noticeable hesitation on the word "friend".] We grew up together. I've... I've missed her. I've missed you, Rosa.

Oh, Kain... It's all right. I'm here now. [Aaand he'll stop this video now, before he shows too much emotion. He can't have that.

sister_bubbles: (Ha... Can almost smell the old roses.)
[personal profile] sister_bubbles
[ Eleanor hadn't been in the underground City for long. It only felt like a few weeks at most, still, she was struggling to find her feet. Having yet to claim any accommodation for herself, sleeping rough in whatever abandoned building she stumbled upon. She was a slim girl, tall for her age and with a mind well beyond it too! Snacking on whatever cans and dried meats she could find, she'd managed to keep herself alive at least.

The building she'd been staying in had become dangerously waterlogged, well, dangerous for anyone else that was. Eleanor was well equipt for life underwater, her suit kept her dry for the most part and the huge, domed helmet had a valve in it, making it easy to breathe naturally while submerged. Honestly, she felt more at home in the dank little puddle she'd been sleeping in.

Emerging from the shadows, like something from one of the many tunnels that riddled the cave, Eleanor finally thought to us the communication device she'd found on her person upon arrival. Not thinking to look through the contacts, she'd never seen a phone like this before after all. No, she was more interested in using the screen as a light. It especially lit up when she pressed [REC]? ]

Alright, that should about do it, I think. Though, I should think it rather silly to be so hopeful... Sigh~

[ Standing up, the camera feed filming the floor rather than her face. Eleanor had made a small doll out of scraps of fabric, rope and one of those creepy finger puppet heads, she'd left it propped up against a glass container filled with a strange, forigen, red fluid. A chicken scrawl message written in monster blood and a few doodles of the sun. The message read- ]

CoMe  finD Me

[ Her voice was well spoken, with a kind of posh hint to it. English perhaps? She flipped the phone over, showing the green glowing portlight-like window of her helmet. A little battle damaged by now. Fumbling with her phone as she tried to turn it off. ]

Not at all like the mechanical audio diaries I remember. I wonder... Are you too, made of bits and bobs? Shall I take you apart and find out?

knifecollecting: (Been there Done That)
[personal profile] knifecollecting
That storm was a hell of a thing. [She had gotten used to no weather. Heaven didn't have weather. Neither did the cave. That was the norm.]

Did any buildings go down? [She's checked on the clinic since the storm abated, but even she can't get everywhere in a day or two.]

Hell, what about people? Is everyone okay? [She knows she was stubborn and tried to go out in almost the worst of it. She hopes anyone else didn't do that.

Then she realizes it's been a while since she made a network post.]

Uh, my name is Jo. I've been here a while. If anyone new needs anything, I'll try to help.
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[personal profile] drabsolutelynot
Hello everyone, I just wanted to notify you th---

[Rosen is very abruptly cut off by an aggressive fit of coughing, broken intermittently by wheezes and what sounds like choking before devolving into more coughing.

~Guess who caught a cold in the storm~!

And he looks like the walking dead, his normally tanner skin having gone powdery white and his eyes bloodshot with dark bags beneath them, which is why he's opted for a voice recording. Also because he doesn't want to reveal the fact that he's pathetically knotted up in his blankets despite it being mid afternoon]

---Sorry. [He swallows hard trying to steady his voice]

I wanted to notify everyone that I will not be a-available at the clinic for the next f-few days. 

['For reasons of illness' goes unsaid as he quickly tries to end the recording as a new wave of coughing starts to overtake him]


Jun. 17th, 2017 07:46 pm
occupiesvitalregions: (ugh)
[personal profile] occupiesvitalregions
how is it even raining inside

this is stupid

it shouldn't be able to rain without ever getting to see the sky!! get it together, gods

do you guys think we need to worry about the lake or river overflowing? we don't really have anything to stop them if we do. a little too late to start making sandbags or walls

and if people need a dry place to stay i'm on the 8th floor of spire one of the apartments, i'm way above sea level. i got floor space for you if you need it but i'm also working on fixing up some leaks

stuck inside due to bad weather with no TV or video games or anything. this place sucks.


Jun. 16th, 2017 07:43 am
prophesiedone: <user name="robins" site="insanejournal.com"> (Exhaustion)
[personal profile] prophesiedone
So...relatives? How many do you have in Hadriel? I'm lucky to have two by the looks of it, but -

I didn't know either of them.

It's weird. I feel like I should be better prepared for a lot of things.

[This is Anakin Skywalker, he who fails at life repeatedly and yet claims, with dramatic intensity, that he is more than wise enough, more than powerful enough to be on the Jedi Council.]
lifetothefullest: (ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ)
[personal profile] lifetothefullest
[For those familiar with Clinic, it can be recognized to be the backdrop for this broadcast; it's also probably easy enough to guess that Lance has just arrived there, because he's obviously drenched. It doesn't seem to bother him any, though, except for that his slightly ridiculous hair is now definitely long enough to fall into his eyes when wet, so he has to shove some of it out of the way before he can actually see the screen.

Despite being soaked he looks a little more vibrant and relaxed than usual, although in contrast his tone is quiet and sedate for the most part.]

Is the 'raining underground' thing strange even for here, or...?

[Because he hasn't been here that long and he's heard that it's snowed before, so maybe not? But the rain is totally not the point of this post, so he continues.]

But rain aside, I'd actually wanted to ask about the caves that branch off from the main cavern. I know they're supposedly difficult to navigate and filled with monsters, but have there been any coordinated efforts to explore them? And what sort of monsters exist in them?

[He does remember Maketh telling them there are paper records on some of the monsters at the Guard post, but as far as he's concerned that's really not too helpful. Besides, he'd rather hear that the general populace has to say, and talk to them individually on this.]
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[personal profile] farmboyjedi
[Luke is still trying to take everything in, to get used to this place, but it isn't easy. There's so much to take in and so much to deal with. He begins to experiment with the communications device he found with him when he woke up.]

This place is strange. There's definitely something about it that isn't right...

I don't really like being trapped, but I'll have to make the best of it, I guess. At least until I find out more.]

If anyone sees this, I'll introduce myself...my name is Luke. Luke SKywalker. It's nice to meet everyone.
castintofire: ({094})
[personal profile] castintofire
{An arrow whistles through the air and thunks into a harpy, earning a scream from the horrid beast as it fell to the hard, cold ground. Red hair comes into view and Maedhros bends to pick up the fallen communicator, gingerly setting a newly made bow over a shoulder.}

If you have good aim and little other choice, a bow and quiver of arrows seems to do the trick with these new...denizens of the city. A blade works nicely too, if you can get close enough, but I would not recommend it. Another option is throwing daggers.

Another suggestion I have is for none to be alone until these are driven back. {Even though the Elf is clearly alone, he doesn't always patrol alone anymore. Besides, he's been working on his archery these past couple months.}

Walk with even more caution.
ushahin: (Agony)
[personal profile] ushahin
[The first thing that is seen when the camera turns on is one bright, beady, avian eye. Fetch has been watching this device for months, and while he may not understand entirely how it works, he's out of options right now. He stares and pecks at it for a moment, then grumbles out a throaty Cawww! For anyone who understands the language of the birds, it's basically a cry for help, for he's become very worried about his companion. He picks up the device in his claws and turns it around.

The view is of the house Ushahin and Shadow share, but it looks as though someone has completely wrecked it. Things are broken on the floor, flung all over the place, the shades are drawn, leaving the room in shadows, and there in the corner the half-man is curled up, his back against the wall with his knees in front of him. His voice is hoarse as though he's been talking for hours.]

Gone. All gone. I should have known. Nothing ever lasts. They leave me, all of them, no matter what. Yes, this is my fate. Of course. That's the pattern Calanthrag showed me.

[For anyone who ever wondered what Ushahin meant when he said he wasn't entirely sane, this is what he was referring to. Those moments that happen where he entirely breaks down, sinking into the madness that clouded his thoughts. Though it is hard to see in the gloom, there is a dark helm right next to Ushahin's figure. This is the Helm of Shadows, a mighty piece of magic that amplifies the powers of a psychic. He traces one of his long fingers over it.]

I can't stand it. Not any longer.

[Fetch seems to know something is coming, and for the first time in his life, he defies his friend. Flying at him, he tries to get him to stop this course of action, trying to claw and peck at him. But it is too late. Ushahin's mind is made up. He bats away the raven and places the helm on his head.]

They will all know what it feels like.

[Then, his powers amplified by the helm, he broadcasts all that he feels to the residents of Hadriel. It won't affect all of them, but it will reach quite a few. There's pain, madness, despair, fear, and everything else that the Dreamer has experienced over the past year of his long life. Losing his best friend had just been the tipping point. The experience won't last for long, only a minute at the most, but it is a minute of sheer agony. When he is finished, he wrenches the helm off, and tosses it to the side. His eyes close, and while he isn't asleep, his strength is spent. At least the madness in his mind has been quieted.]
glacius: (Proud bearing.)
[personal profile] glacius
Greetings, all of you. In light of the... unfortunate losses that this cave has suffered recently, I have been working on a few things in conjunction with other like-minded individuals in this cave. For the first announcement, I will allow Curufin to explain what we have planned, as it was his idea.

[Glacius' introduction is quick and to the point; while this cause is near and dear to the alien's heart, it's clear from his tone that said losses have been hard on him, have left him tired and not really feeling up to being the focus of so many people right now. So without further ado he hands the phone over; there's a brief pause as the device is shuffled about, and then another voice comes through the feed. Those who know the man will recognize it as belonging to none other than Curufin, another member of the Guard.]

We're here to announce a benefit event for the clinic, held in honor and memory of Kate Galloway!

Make a donation if you can, but if you can't, come anyway. Everyone is welcome, friends of Kate, clinic staff and helpers, well-wishers of the clinic, anyone who has ever been a patient there and received kindness and healing, and anyone who is just passing by and could use a square meal.

Since this is a benefit, you get wined and dined. Bring a potluck dish if you like, but food will be provided as well -- sandwiches, salads, fruit, and deserts. Wine and whiskey courtesy of Rey and the Speakeasy.

if you can find any of the following, these would really be helpful! If you are into scavenging, Hadriel's unused buildings and shops can be unexpected treasure-troves. And if you happen to have any of these items and would be willing to donate them, then we would all be grateful. Here's the list:

Gauze or any thin cotton fabric -- these can be washed, cut into squares or strips to be used for sterile pads and bandages.

Canvas fabric of various weights -- can be used for slings for arms or legs that are in casts.

Sacks of plaster in powder form -- can be used to make casts for broken bones,

Crutches, canes, leg or arm braces.

Disinfectants -- alcohol, iodine or Betadine solution, peroxide solution.

Soap -- liquid or bar.

Terrycloth -- for washcloths and towels.

Bedding -- blankest and sheets.

Furniture -- cots, beds with metal bedsteads, chairs, tables, benches, cabinets.

Medical instruments -- if anybody happens to find any surgical kits, or spare instruments such as scissors, clamps, scalpels, etc., these things can be sterilized for for use.

Scrap metal -- Curufin and Celebrimbor will be carting this away to melt down and cast or forge surgical instruments and other medical equipment that the clinic does not already have.

The picnic will be held on the grass near the clinic and the pawnshop. There will also be a sorting area for the donations, where you will be directed if you are bringing any items.

[Glacius clicks approvingly, taking the phone back.] Thank you, Curufin, for announcing all of that. I know it is a lot of information to process at once, so feel free to respond to this with any questions. We will both be present at this event to oversee donations and make sure everything goes smoothly.

Now: one final thing. I have also been working with Sharon to erect a memorial site in the forest. I have carved wooden markers that are individually shaped according to things that each person would have liked, and are engraved with the names of those that have been lost to us; she has been decorating the sites of those that we knew personally with portraits and tributes.

We will need your help to fill in the remaining markers, however. Feel free to reach out to either of us if you have lost someone and you have a special request in mind for their marker; I can be contacted here, or in my personal inbox if you wish the exchange to remain a bit more private. You can also stop by the memorial site at any time, and if we happen to be there, feel free to reach out to us then.

It is time we move forward, and make an active effort to honor and remember those that have left this place. Thank you for listening to all of this; I know it has been a lot, but the cause is important.

[[OOC: Feel free to have your characters either respond to this network post with any questions or letting ours know what your character is bringing to the drive, or strike up an action prompt to come interact with Glacius or Curufin in person! You can specify whether they're attending the donation drive or the picnic or both, and which character you want them to interact with. Questions or action prompts for the memorial site that he and Sharon are working on are also welcome. Feel free to ping either of us on Plurk with any other questions!]]

3.2 Video

Jun. 9th, 2017 10:58 pm
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[personal profile] amos_moses
The video opens with the yip of a fennec fox and the tail end of a tangle of music. A tan blur flashes past the screen and when it clears, the feed shows Amos beside the orchard. He’s wearing his usual jeans but is down to a tanktop, revealing that under the baggy clothes he prefers to wear, Amos is built like a brick and well-muscled. He’s moving through a sequence of stances that soon becomes obvious as a set of martial arts kata, each stance carefully correct. Amos loves martial arts for the form and beauty, not the violence. A pair of fennec foxes is bouncing around, darting in front of him playfully.

Amos attempts to slide his foot under a staff he’s liberated from Rage’s armory, and pop it up into his hand. Instead he ends up catching it between his ankles, trips, and goes head over heels. The foxes scatter. Amos sits up laughing, despite the scrape on his elbow.

“Oops. Let’s try that again,” he tells the foxes, who turn and go bounding away. Amos gets back to his feet and sets the staff down very precisely. He walks back out of the frame. As he does, his mp3 player’s music starts again with a different song. A scuff of combat boot on stone, and Amos comes back into view, working his way through the same kata routine as before.

The foxes start their darting runs again, but this time, Amos can feel everything settle just right: the concentration, the kata, the music, his balance, and the way his awareness of his own ability blooms. His eyes close, a smile curling his lips. Without missing a beat he flips the staff into his hand and runs through a set of kata with that, the foxes weaving in and out of the pattern, and it all flows. He’s not worried about stepping on them at all, because they all three know eachother’s next move, perfect like clockwork in this moment of harmony.

It’s play, it’s practise for the hunt, it’s living in this one perfect present moment of now and Amos relishes the fierce rush of joy, sharp and intense.

Easy as breathing, he hears the foxes beg for more play, and slides from one form to the next, a guarding stance with the staff held in both hands, as if he might fend off the tiny foxes facing him down.

They bark and rush him, and with a laugh Amos turns tail and runs, dashing out of frame, the little foxes hot on his heels.

The moment of communion fades into the mundane but that’s okay. Now is the moment that matters, and the foxes are delighted to play.

The video ends when someone knocks the phone over as they all thunder past again, Amos laughing and the foxes yipping excitedly.

[Comment here or meet Amos in the orchard!]
survivorsguilt: (➽ princess mononoke)
[personal profile] survivorsguilt
[Ellie looks wrecked. Are hangovers supposed to last several days? Maybe that's how things work when you flood your system with magical shots and the most alcohol you've ever consumed in your short life by far. She scrubs at her tired eyes and sighs at the camera.]

Hey. So. I've got a question for everyone. There are scientists and shit here, right? Probably? Doctors, definitely. Is there anyone here who could, like... potentially help me make a cure for something? Maybe this is a dumb idea, but I've gotta try.

[She's been thinking about it ever since Chris mentioned to her that time freezes back home when you're gone. So long as she's here, she has unlimited time to try and manufacture something to cure people back home- and she has both the disease and the cure inside her body. That's gotta be worth something, right?]

Also, uh. Sorry if during that party I was- if I did anything- sorry.


Jun. 7th, 2017 07:04 am
save_theworld: (❤ To fake it)
[personal profile] save_theworld
I'm looking for a friend of mine. They went missing four days ago but they're still in the phonebook. So they're still here, right?

Their name is Chara. They're a kid like me, with brown hair and red eyes. They have a green sweater with a big yellow stripe on it. If you see them please tell me.

Chara if you read this

Please come home.

015 [Video]

Jun. 5th, 2017 04:07 pm
thechoiceisyours: (❄ ʟᴏsɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ)
[personal profile] thechoiceisyours
Heya, guys. I'm sure a few of you um, already know what I'm gonna say.

[Chris definitely doesn't look as cheery as usual, but also not terribly upset; mostly he just seems a little drained, but otherwise calm enough.]

Em's uh... Emily's gone. So I guess I'm gonna have to take over for her in the 'telling people like it is' department, and I'd add like, the 'being right' one but I'm already right at least as often as she is. However, I'm totally not doing the sewing or getting up early to run the coffee cart parts. Gonna need other people to step in on those.

[And okay, joking aside, he takes a deep breath and continues.]

I know um, I know a lot of people here knew her, but not necessarily much about uh... What we're going back to, at home, since I don't think she talked about it much. So if anyone has any questions about that, I can probably answer, and hopefully that'll make things... You know. A little easier?

[Worrying about what people are returning to is usually the hardest part on him, when someone leaves, after all. Oh, and one more thing--]

Wolfie's still here, by the way. So no one freak if you see him with me; as Em always said, he only bites if you're an asshole.


Jun. 5th, 2017 02:14 pm
closerift: (if my garden would have a fence)
[personal profile] closerift
This is Inquis - ah, Cecily Trevelyan. Old habits, you know. Anyhow, I thought we could all use a bit of a break from the fairly consistent dread, and... having family and friends just up and vanish, so I've decided to have a bit of a get-together. Wicked Grace, a few drinks, conversation... that sort of thing. So long as we're all decided, for the entirety of the event, to maintain a kind of happy ignorance of the dire situation we're all facing.

[ It's not too much to ask to have one evening of not worrying about the horrors that might soon wander out of the caves, right? Right?? ]

Let's say... four days from now, at the end of the week. Come to the second spiral, 1502. No one is allowed to be morose.

[ What else? ]

Mm... right. You don't need to respond if you'd rather just show up, but it'd be helpful to at least have some idea of how many to expect.


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