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Flower PSA
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glazedonutholes[ The recording opens with Donut standing in front of his bed that's currently covered in an ocean of flower petals. Beside him stands a decorated bike that holds a few bouquets. ]
Hey guys! Private Donut here from the popular Bluehaus with another friendly PSA.
As you all know, it's February and that means love is in the air! For those of you unfamiliar with Earth lingo, this is the month we celebrate a little thing called Valentine's Day! It's a day when a guy in a diaper named Cupid hits you with an arrow and BAM! Instant love at first sight! Isn't it great?!
[ He vibrates with giddy delight. ]
Well! I've been hard at work collecting all sorts of seeds in anticipation and now it's time for all of them to bloom! As your friendly neighborhood Flower God, I'll be making fresh bouquets for anyone who wants them! And this month only [ he throws his hands out to show off the bike - TADA! ] -
I'll be making home deliveries!
You just tell me what you'd like and [he starts reciting the postal service motto ] neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays this Flower God from swift delivery! I got all sorts of bouquets for all tastes! There's your friendship ones, your first date ones, pure love, wild love, going steady, and all sorts of other ones for every occasion!
So... [ Here he rocks back on his heels, his hands behind his back. ] I was thinking, if any of you have a little time to spare next month, maybe you can help me set-up a real flower shop and help me move-in upstairs? You know what they say, it takes a village.
[ He keeps rocking back and forth on his heels, buzzing with so many vibrant emotions they spill over and behind him the larkspur flowers start to bloom. Reds and blues. Purples. Whites. A whole rainbow of colors come to life. ]
Either way, I love Valentine's Day, so I'd do this for free! [ He smiles before remembering - ] I'll be accepting orders all month!
[ He waves at the recording. ]
Happy Hearts!
Hey guys! Private Donut here from the popular Bluehaus with another friendly PSA.
As you all know, it's February and that means love is in the air! For those of you unfamiliar with Earth lingo, this is the month we celebrate a little thing called Valentine's Day! It's a day when a guy in a diaper named Cupid hits you with an arrow and BAM! Instant love at first sight! Isn't it great?!
[ He vibrates with giddy delight. ]
Well! I've been hard at work collecting all sorts of seeds in anticipation and now it's time for all of them to bloom! As your friendly neighborhood Flower God, I'll be making fresh bouquets for anyone who wants them! And this month only [ he throws his hands out to show off the bike - TADA! ] -
I'll be making home deliveries!
You just tell me what you'd like and [he starts reciting the postal service motto ] neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays this Flower God from swift delivery! I got all sorts of bouquets for all tastes! There's your friendship ones, your first date ones, pure love, wild love, going steady, and all sorts of other ones for every occasion!
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So... [ Here he rocks back on his heels, his hands behind his back. ] I was thinking, if any of you have a little time to spare next month, maybe you can help me set-up a real flower shop and help me move-in upstairs? You know what they say, it takes a village.
[ He keeps rocking back and forth on his heels, buzzing with so many vibrant emotions they spill over and behind him the larkspur flowers start to bloom. Reds and blues. Purples. Whites. A whole rainbow of colors come to life. ]
Either way, I love Valentine's Day, so I'd do this for free! [ He smiles before remembering - ] I'll be accepting orders all month!
[ He waves at the recording. ]
Happy Hearts!
thanks_bunches Hmm...
[ It's not often that your resident Witcher comes asking for help on the network. Well, he's not exactly asking for help so to speak but he's definitely in a quandary.
Standing outside one of the spires, Roach behind him trying to graze from the earth below her feet. ]
Now, how do you get a horse up a flight of stairs?
[ Now that things seemed to have settled down and peoples belongings were no longer trying to kill everyone, Geralt thought it was high time he actually took up abode inside one of the buildings... Y'know, instead of roughing it as he had been. ]
[ It's not often that your resident Witcher comes asking for help on the network. Well, he's not exactly asking for help so to speak but he's definitely in a quandary.
Standing outside one of the spires, Roach behind him trying to graze from the earth below her feet. ]
Now, how do you get a horse up a flight of stairs?
[ Now that things seemed to have settled down and peoples belongings were no longer trying to kill everyone, Geralt thought it was high time he actually took up abode inside one of the buildings... Y'know, instead of roughing it as he had been. ]
hardwearingI'll get right to the point.
Anyone who didn't see my conversation with Hope, he recognized Harlan's picture of the creatures that attacked during the stampede. They may be the former inhabitants of this city, or their descendants, or just a species related to the one that the gods called hosts. Maybe they escaped the Null's genocide, maybe they defected, we have no way of knowing unless we can communicate with one. And the gods can speak to them.
That means if they come back, I think we should try to contain one. Take them alive but try not to get slaughtered in the process -- it sounded to me like they were scouting, and usually that means the enemy comes back in numbers and we already know their shells are very sturdy. We'll need to be ready. If anyone has ideas, now's the time. I'm really more used to killing things that don't surrender but we'll need both containment and defense.
Oh and if anyone's managed to get into those bunker-looking doors out on the way to the mountains, let me know? I'm curious if there are clues about whether or not the hosts were using them to hide from the Null. Hopefully our not being invaded means these guys aren't allied with them, but more information never hurts.
((ooc: accompanying plot post is here!))
Anyone who didn't see my conversation with Hope, he recognized Harlan's picture of the creatures that attacked during the stampede. They may be the former inhabitants of this city, or their descendants, or just a species related to the one that the gods called hosts. Maybe they escaped the Null's genocide, maybe they defected, we have no way of knowing unless we can communicate with one. And the gods can speak to them.
That means if they come back, I think we should try to contain one. Take them alive but try not to get slaughtered in the process -- it sounded to me like they were scouting, and usually that means the enemy comes back in numbers and we already know their shells are very sturdy. We'll need to be ready. If anyone has ideas, now's the time. I'm really more used to killing things that don't surrender but we'll need both containment and defense.
Oh and if anyone's managed to get into those bunker-looking doors out on the way to the mountains, let me know? I'm curious if there are clues about whether or not the hosts were using them to hide from the Null. Hopefully our not being invaded means these guys aren't allied with them, but more information never hurts.
((ooc: accompanying plot post is here!))
thirteen ✤ text
Dec. 29th, 2018 09:51 amlingeringhopeThanks to Sorrow, I am here. It's good to see that you've managed to survive this long - I am afraid you will need to provide for yourselves a little longer. I simply don't have the energy to begin restoring your food supplies. Neither does Sorrow, who spent what he had to find me.
For now, all I can do is restore those of you who have died. I'll try to recover my strength as quickly as I can. Until then, take care of each other.
For now, all I can do is restore those of you who have died. I'll try to recover my strength as quickly as I can. Until then, take care of each other.
octopusballs[ Charles does the whole wake up in the middle of a Colosseum surrounded by giant scorpion thing. He managed to kill one. He's the Scorpion King now. Totally coined that. ]
Detective Charles Boyle.
I'm new here.
My nana always said, bad news first because the good news is probably a lie.
Fun fact, she made me cry a lot.
So give it to me hard and fast.
Bad then good.
[ But now for the most important thing. ]
Jake Peralta.
Jake?
He's 5'10". 165 pounds. Beautiful light brown eyes.
If anyone has seen him, please tell me.
[ Now he'll get some information and find Jakey. ]
Detective Charles Boyle.
I'm new here.
My nana always said, bad news first because the good news is probably a lie.
Fun fact, she made me cry a lot.
So give it to me hard and fast.
Bad then good.
[ But now for the most important thing. ]
Jake Peralta.
Jake?
He's 5'10". 165 pounds. Beautiful light brown eyes.
If anyone has seen him, please tell me.
[ Now he'll get some information and find Jakey. ]
theweakhavepurpose[The video turns on to show the outskirts of town, nearby is a fence of sorts made of junk Pratt collected from the Colosseum and some baling wire. It's encircling a fancy new shooting range complete with training dummies and targets and some other items that aren't immediately identifiable.
Okay fancy isn't the right word, everything is made of remnants he found and some of the targets are empty soup cans on sticks but it looks serviceable.]
This is Deputy Pratt. I know we're all busy freezing to death, but if you'd like to take your mind off that, I've finally got this all together. Range is up and running!
It's set up by the orchard, or well.. where the orchard should be anyway.
[He pans the camera towards the orchard to show where it is and then starts walking towards the range. The camera is surprisingly steady, this is someone who has filmed hundreds of Vine videos of him and other deputies doing stupid stuff on slow days. He's a pro at this shit.]
I've got training dummies up front for anyone who wants to get their melee fighting on. But uh.. try not to completely destroy them because I don't have a ton of wood to fix them up.
For the range itself I've got targets at 10 meters, 25 meters, 50 and 100. It's not perfect because I'm measuring this with my feet, but it's close enough. Spinner targets are for guns, and the bigger baled ones are dirt and wood so they shouldn't chew up your arrows too bad.
This thing is a work in progress.
[He sets a can onto a contraption off to the side of the range, stomping his foot on a pedal and sending it shooting down the lane and a little to the left. The camera gets unsteady here as he launches a knife that's far too big for this at the can and it tumbles to the ground.]
Keeps shooting them off to the side, but it's better than throwing something and then trying to hit it.
As for weapons... [He walks over to a large but very battered chest and opens the lid.]
I've got some throwing knives that aren't stupid like the hunting knife I have. A few bows. And some arrows in here. Keep them in this crate because the weather is not kind to bowstrings and you don't want these things snapping when you're shooting.
It's on the honor system because I'm not going to freeze my ass off monitoring this twenty-four seven. So try not to burn it down in the next two days.
[Please guys. He worked hard on this. Don't set it on fire.]
Okay fancy isn't the right word, everything is made of remnants he found and some of the targets are empty soup cans on sticks but it looks serviceable.]
This is Deputy Pratt. I know we're all busy freezing to death, but if you'd like to take your mind off that, I've finally got this all together. Range is up and running!
It's set up by the orchard, or well.. where the orchard should be anyway.
[He pans the camera towards the orchard to show where it is and then starts walking towards the range. The camera is surprisingly steady, this is someone who has filmed hundreds of Vine videos of him and other deputies doing stupid stuff on slow days. He's a pro at this shit.]
I've got training dummies up front for anyone who wants to get their melee fighting on. But uh.. try not to completely destroy them because I don't have a ton of wood to fix them up.
For the range itself I've got targets at 10 meters, 25 meters, 50 and 100. It's not perfect because I'm measuring this with my feet, but it's close enough. Spinner targets are for guns, and the bigger baled ones are dirt and wood so they shouldn't chew up your arrows too bad.
This thing is a work in progress.
[He sets a can onto a contraption off to the side of the range, stomping his foot on a pedal and sending it shooting down the lane and a little to the left. The camera gets unsteady here as he launches a knife that's far too big for this at the can and it tumbles to the ground.]
Keeps shooting them off to the side, but it's better than throwing something and then trying to hit it.
As for weapons... [He walks over to a large but very battered chest and opens the lid.]
I've got some throwing knives that aren't stupid like the hunting knife I have. A few bows. And some arrows in here. Keep them in this crate because the weather is not kind to bowstrings and you don't want these things snapping when you're shooting.
It's on the honor system because I'm not going to freeze my ass off monitoring this twenty-four seven. So try not to burn it down in the next two days.
[Please guys. He worked hard on this. Don't set it on fire.]
✿ VIDEO ✿ PSA ✿
Nov. 25th, 2018 06:33 pmglazedonutholes[ Have a pink space marine on your feed and yes that is a legit flower crown on his head and yes they are very much alive! ]
Hey guys! Private Donut here with a friendly PSA - that’s a Public Service Announcement for anyone not familiar with 26th century lingo.
Since we all found ourselves in a chilly situation these last few days, I figured I’d give a few Pro-Tips for surviving an ice planet on account that I’ve got experience with it.
[ He clears his throat. ]
1. Traveling
If you find yourself without your trusty vehicle, don’t worry all you have to do is find the biggest, nastiest, meanest, land animal and beat the crap out of it and saddle it up!
2. Entertainment
As we all know, revolutionists like to hide out in deserted ice planets so get on your sturdy steed and find yourself a Rebel Base! It’s bound to have all sorts of reading material and if that’s not really your style they should have some working generators lying around you can hook up all your gadgets and electric blankets too.
3. Food
Hibernate! Go ahead and eat all the food you have on hand in one go, then sleep until we’re back to sunny days! Now, if you’re not a bear or Grif, or if you just can’t hibernate, then I suggest you go back to your land animal, sharpen your trusty paring knife and slash that sucker open and BAM! Food for weeks!
4. The Cold: Survivor Edition
When your Ugg boots just aren’t enough. Remember that land animal you ripped apart like a Hollywood rendition of Jack the Ripper? Well, don’t forget that animals are people too which means they’re warm just like us. If you ever find yourself in a pickle just crawl inside its carcass and the hot blood will keep you cosy warm all night. And as an added bonus, you can always skin it and make a fur coat. We have no room for waste here, people.
5. The Cold: Pacifist Edition
Now, for those of you who aren’t really into killing. I’ve got a Doc-approved idea just for you. It's simple really, all you have to do is find yourself [ he pauses for dramatization ] a Cuddle Buddy!!!
[ He’s so excited he grabs some random person off camera and cuddles them as he says his good-bye. ]
This has been a Franklin Donut Production!
[ And the feed ends. ]
[ooc; Open to Action - Feel free to be the poor person he grabs off camera. I'll go with whatever background/storyline you have for ending up in his pink clutches. ]
Hey guys! Private Donut here with a friendly PSA - that’s a Public Service Announcement for anyone not familiar with 26th century lingo.
Since we all found ourselves in a chilly situation these last few days, I figured I’d give a few Pro-Tips for surviving an ice planet on account that I’ve got experience with it.
[ He clears his throat. ]
1. Traveling
If you find yourself without your trusty vehicle, don’t worry all you have to do is find the biggest, nastiest, meanest, land animal and beat the crap out of it and saddle it up!
2. Entertainment
As we all know, revolutionists like to hide out in deserted ice planets so get on your sturdy steed and find yourself a Rebel Base! It’s bound to have all sorts of reading material and if that’s not really your style they should have some working generators lying around you can hook up all your gadgets and electric blankets too.
3. Food
Hibernate! Go ahead and eat all the food you have on hand in one go, then sleep until we’re back to sunny days! Now, if you’re not a bear or Grif, or if you just can’t hibernate, then I suggest you go back to your land animal, sharpen your trusty paring knife and slash that sucker open and BAM! Food for weeks!
4. The Cold: Survivor Edition
When your Ugg boots just aren’t enough. Remember that land animal you ripped apart like a Hollywood rendition of Jack the Ripper? Well, don’t forget that animals are people too which means they’re warm just like us. If you ever find yourself in a pickle just crawl inside its carcass and the hot blood will keep you cosy warm all night. And as an added bonus, you can always skin it and make a fur coat. We have no room for waste here, people.
5. The Cold: Pacifist Edition
Now, for those of you who aren’t really into killing. I’ve got a Doc-approved idea just for you. It's simple really, all you have to do is find yourself [ he pauses for dramatization ] a Cuddle Buddy!!!
[ He’s so excited he grabs some random person off camera and cuddles them as he says his good-bye. ]
This has been a Franklin Donut Production!
[ And the feed ends. ]
[ooc; Open to Action - Feel free to be the poor person he grabs off camera. I'll go with whatever background/storyline you have for ending up in his pink clutches. ]
duel 12. ( video )
Nov. 22nd, 2018 01:24 pmpuzzlingly「Here is this kid, apparently walking around the city outskirts as he broadcasts like dem cool vloggers do. The background behind him is impressive: the sky and the patches of snow and little purple grass here and there, the mountains very far behind him making it look like some kind of winter wonderland—it all goes perfectly together with the very small clouds that take shape from Atem's breathing. But, there is something off about this picture... Let's make a review:
☆ Gravity defying hair, check
☆ Insolent smirk, check
☆ Tank top, check...?
☆ No visible jacket...? Huh, check...
That's it... You can bet he is dressed just as everno puzzle without looking cold at all, either he's being an idiot, or something else is going on.」
Hey, everyone, Atem here. I was wondering if anyone here could make a pet door. In exchange I could imbue your clothes against the cold.
「Ah...」
Actually, if anyone would want that just ask. Let me know on both counts, thanks!
「And he's out.」
☆ Insolent smirk, check
☆ Tank top, check...?
☆ No visible jacket...? Huh, check...
That's it... You can bet he is dressed just as ever
Hey, everyone, Atem here. I was wondering if anyone here could make a pet door. In exchange I could imbue your clothes against the cold.
「Ah...」
Actually, if anyone would want that just ask. Let me know on both counts, thanks!
「And he's out.」
deviledlegsHey, all you heavenly angels and cocky asshats! Consider this your very first public service announcement on behalf of everyone's favorite pirate cook, Sanji.
[There he is, blowing cigarette smoke at his phone's camera with that shit-eating grin. All is well, or so it seems.]
I need food wrapping paper and air-tight containers. A shit ton of them.
Each and every lovely lady who has the generosity to go out of her way and deliver some to me will go home with any dish her heart desires so long as I have the ingredients! You other bastards can just be grateful knowing you might not actually starve later.
[He wiggles his fingers in a rather silly goodbye gesture.]
Ciao!
[There he is, blowing cigarette smoke at his phone's camera with that shit-eating grin. All is well, or so it seems.]
I need food wrapping paper and air-tight containers. A shit ton of them.
Each and every lovely lady who has the generosity to go out of her way and deliver some to me will go home with any dish her heart desires so long as I have the ingredients! You other bastards can just be grateful knowing you might not actually starve later.
[He wiggles his fingers in a rather silly goodbye gesture.]
Ciao!
Video || 01
Nov. 7th, 2018 08:51 pmtheweakhavepurpose[Pratt is sitting on the lower bunk of his tiny-house, part of his machine gun visible to the side and a wood plank wall behind him. He's wearing his deputy outfit again, his hair in neat braids thanks to Kettara.]
Before this whole talk of moving I was starting to set up a target range because I'm getting rusty. Figured since we have a lot of people who are experienced with firearms, arrows, knives, whatever, that I'd set it up so anyone can use it.
I've made a few spinner targets and I found a few wooden target dummies near the Colosseum but they're in rough shape so they need some clean up. I was working on a skeet shooter, but my plan to use a motor from a moped didn't work since they're electric and full of pointless plastic crap instead of useful gearbelts.
[He shakes his head, frowning at broadcasting his failure to everyone. He hadn't meant to say that.]
That's not the point.
Since we're apparently being shuffled to the next livestock pasture for us, I'm going to hold off setting it up until we're there.
What else would you guys like? Anyone need something to stand up to a crossbow? Or more intricate for throwing stars? And this shouldn't be a problem here, but I'm preemptively letting you know that there's no flamethrowers allowed at my range.
[He narrows his eyes at the screen before shutting off the feed. He definitely looks like he's adding that caveat because he's encountered that problem before.]
Before this whole talk of moving I was starting to set up a target range because I'm getting rusty. Figured since we have a lot of people who are experienced with firearms, arrows, knives, whatever, that I'd set it up so anyone can use it.
I've made a few spinner targets and I found a few wooden target dummies near the Colosseum but they're in rough shape so they need some clean up. I was working on a skeet shooter, but my plan to use a motor from a moped didn't work since they're electric and full of pointless plastic crap instead of useful gearbelts.
[He shakes his head, frowning at broadcasting his failure to everyone. He hadn't meant to say that.]
That's not the point.
Since we're apparently being shuffled to the next livestock pasture for us, I'm going to hold off setting it up until we're there.
What else would you guys like? Anyone need something to stand up to a crossbow? Or more intricate for throwing stars? And this shouldn't be a problem here, but I'm preemptively letting you know that there's no flamethrowers allowed at my range.
[He narrows his eyes at the screen before shutting off the feed. He definitely looks like he's adding that caveat because he's encountered that problem before.]
twelve ✤ text
Nov. 4th, 2018 11:13 amlingeringhopeWe need to move. Between the energy from the Door and other concerns, we can't stay here - it's far too dangerous. Thanks to your help, we believe it's possible to use the Door to move the city rather than Fear's powers. This should be substantially easier on you.
Going back underground is still unlikely to be safe. Of the planet surfaces that we've identified as safe, there are two remaining. Sorrow mentioned them before, but I will repeat the gist of what he said, for anyone who wasn't here before - or anyone who simply didn't pay attention.
One planet is rich and lush, with enough cover from the plants and trees that we should be able to effectively hide from the Null. It is warmer and more humid than this world, if you wish for a place with a climate more amenable to your bodies. It will also provide trees, animals, and edible plants.
The other is cold and mainly devoid of life. It would also be a change of climate, but a less amenable one, rather than more. It is the first planet the Null attacked, and where we had embassies. There may still be some information there, but I can't guarantee it. In addition, it may hold dangers we aren't aware of.
These are your choices. I apologize for being unable to offer you more, but it's unlikely that any of the locations we've traveled to in the past are safe any longer.
Please make your choice.
Going back underground is still unlikely to be safe. Of the planet surfaces that we've identified as safe, there are two remaining. Sorrow mentioned them before, but I will repeat the gist of what he said, for anyone who wasn't here before - or anyone who simply didn't pay attention.
One planet is rich and lush, with enough cover from the plants and trees that we should be able to effectively hide from the Null. It is warmer and more humid than this world, if you wish for a place with a climate more amenable to your bodies. It will also provide trees, animals, and edible plants.
The other is cold and mainly devoid of life. It would also be a change of climate, but a less amenable one, rather than more. It is the first planet the Null attacked, and where we had embassies. There may still be some information there, but I can't guarantee it. In addition, it may hold dangers we aren't aware of.
These are your choices. I apologize for being unable to offer you more, but it's unlikely that any of the locations we've traveled to in the past are safe any longer.
Please make your choice.
Poll #20672 Where shall we go?
This poll is closed.
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 79
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 79
Where shall we move the city to?
myrealname[the video opens on Jane in the same overstuffed armchair she was sitting in during her first video, only this time instead of sprawled out on it, she's sitting up, legs crossed at the knee, foot pumping in the air, and a notebook in her lap with a pen poised over it for taking notes]
So, I've gotta know what you think of the gods? Which ones are your favorites, which ones do you hate, and why? It's for research.
So, I've gotta know what you think of the gods? Which ones are your favorites, which ones do you hate, and why? It's for research.
inthewarDo you ever get bored as fuck and think about all the shit you miss most from home? Yeah, me too.
So. What do you miss most? Today I was thinking about how much I miss bingo nights down at the Rotary Club.
[ Never mind that things have been so chaotic around here lately that even one day of normalcy should just be a thing to enjoy. But no, not for him. ]
So. What do you miss most? Today I was thinking about how much I miss bingo nights down at the Rotary Club.
[ Never mind that things have been so chaotic around here lately that even one day of normalcy should just be a thing to enjoy. But no, not for him. ]
❅ Ten (Video)
Jul. 7th, 2018 09:18 pmstonebird(Drawn to the shore again, Sansa is perched on a rock with an open book in her lap - or, rather, an open journal in her lap. She is writing fluidly, recording her experiences and her thoughts. At any point, she could disappear and leave only the journal behind, she knows, thus there isn't anything too damning on the pages.)
I should begin writing songs again. (She pauses and smiles, glancing out over the sea.) There are days that I don't feel much like singing. I can't really explain why I feel that way. My situation here is far better than it ever was on Westeros.
(But...)
I feel as if my life is on hold. (She sets her pen aside and absently examines the ink on her fingers.) What do you value in life? What makes it worthwhile for you?
(Private to Lady Jeyne.)
Would you have dinner with me? I think we have much to discuss. My brother was...is...very dear to me. What happened to him changed my life forever. (Does Jeyne feel the same way? Sansa wants to know.)
(/)
I should begin writing songs again. (She pauses and smiles, glancing out over the sea.) There are days that I don't feel much like singing. I can't really explain why I feel that way. My situation here is far better than it ever was on Westeros.
(But...)
I feel as if my life is on hold. (She sets her pen aside and absently examines the ink on her fingers.) What do you value in life? What makes it worthwhile for you?
(Private to Lady Jeyne.)
Would you have dinner with me? I think we have much to discuss. My brother was...is...very dear to me. What happened to him changed my life forever. (Does Jeyne feel the same way? Sansa wants to know.)
(/)
video; un: Clyde
Jun. 5th, 2018 04:39 pmdarknstormy[ The video shook a little before finally landing on his face. Well, the profile of his face. Seth had turned it on without realizing then stepped away. He glanced back, catching something moving in his peripheral.
Shit.
[ A look of illumination graced his features and he stopped his approach to turn off the feed. Seth cleared his throat, his expression more accepting of their surrounding circumstance than his frustrated focus of seconds ago. What could he say? He was glad to have a speaking voice again. Might as well put it to use. ]
If there's somethin' that getting sucked from one mess to another's taught me, it's that nothin' lasts forever. All this shit's temporary... I couldn't talk soon after ending up here. My better half couldn't hear. And some of you got acquainted with the pain in the ass who lives with us, Leo. --Who by the way, can't exactly help what he is and didn't fuckin' ask to be made but still lives buy a code. But I digress...
[ Seth sat back after the brief introduction of sorts. ]
I'm Seth. Seth Gecko. You've already met Leo on here. As my Bonnie once called him, 'a walkin'-talkin' after shave commercial' who sang for you. Margo hasn't graced you all with an appearance yet but that's probably thanks to the roller coaster we've been through since arriving. She'll no doubt talk about magic when she does. Me? Well, I'm just a run of the mill guy from Kansas City. No powers, though not too bad with a piece.
[ He leaned forward and pulled out a gun tucked at the small of his back, brought it to view then returned it. ]
So if I haven't bored you all to hell yet, maybe some of who's left can enlighten me on what life's been like here? It seems the breaking up into islands is something new. Before ending up here, the three of us were at a place in France--or at least, it seemed French--that nobody could make a sound or chance gettin' torn apart by monsters.
Anybody sharin' insight about life here, you've earned yourself some manual labor. Or anythin' else I can come up with.
[ He offered an expectant look at the end. Not quite a smile, but a signature move when trying to get something without the means to obtain it otherwise. ]
Shit.
[ A look of illumination graced his features and he stopped his approach to turn off the feed. Seth cleared his throat, his expression more accepting of their surrounding circumstance than his frustrated focus of seconds ago. What could he say? He was glad to have a speaking voice again. Might as well put it to use. ]
If there's somethin' that getting sucked from one mess to another's taught me, it's that nothin' lasts forever. All this shit's temporary... I couldn't talk soon after ending up here. My better half couldn't hear. And some of you got acquainted with the pain in the ass who lives with us, Leo. --Who by the way, can't exactly help what he is and didn't fuckin' ask to be made but still lives buy a code. But I digress...
[ Seth sat back after the brief introduction of sorts. ]
I'm Seth. Seth Gecko. You've already met Leo on here. As my Bonnie once called him, 'a walkin'-talkin' after shave commercial' who sang for you. Margo hasn't graced you all with an appearance yet but that's probably thanks to the roller coaster we've been through since arriving. She'll no doubt talk about magic when she does. Me? Well, I'm just a run of the mill guy from Kansas City. No powers, though not too bad with a piece.
[ He leaned forward and pulled out a gun tucked at the small of his back, brought it to view then returned it. ]
So if I haven't bored you all to hell yet, maybe some of who's left can enlighten me on what life's been like here? It seems the breaking up into islands is something new. Before ending up here, the three of us were at a place in France--or at least, it seemed French--that nobody could make a sound or chance gettin' torn apart by monsters.
Anybody sharin' insight about life here, you've earned yourself some manual labor. Or anythin' else I can come up with.
[ He offered an expectant look at the end. Not quite a smile, but a signature move when trying to get something without the means to obtain it otherwise. ]
a_shadowwho do I need to threaten to find out the truth about this place
'gods'? you expect me to believe that shit?
'gods'? you expect me to believe that shit?
❅ Eight (Text)
Apr. 7th, 2018 01:36 amstonebirdI have an inquiry for anyone willing to answer:
Is it common - in your opinion - to speak of lustful acts openly and crassly? There was so much I did not know before entering into my third betrothal and following marriage. I believe if the subject wasn't seen as wholly impolite, I might have been better prepared.
(Though that is unlikely. Reason: Ramsay Bolton.)
Of course I cannot agree with being crass. Surely there is a happy medium?
(Private to Margaery.)
How are you feeling? Do you need anything?
(/)
Is it common - in your opinion - to speak of lustful acts openly and crassly? There was so much I did not know before entering into my third betrothal and following marriage. I believe if the subject wasn't seen as wholly impolite, I might have been better prepared.
(Though that is unlikely. Reason: Ramsay Bolton.)
Of course I cannot agree with being crass. Surely there is a happy medium?
(Private to Margaery.)
How are you feeling? Do you need anything?
(/)
nonscriptum[There's a lot of crap going on right now, sure, and whatever the more overtly-powered people have done to subdue the recent catastrophe has helped, but that doesn't mean he can continue to put certain things on his to-do list on the perpetual backburner.
Continuing his mapping and documentation process, for one. Reach out to the populace with a completely innocent, well-meaning inquiry, for another.
Also avoid dying, but that's just a general to-do these days.]
This might be a weird question, but does anyone here know how to craft...small items? Like a smith, or a carpenter, or some combination thereof?
Asking for a- [There is an awkward beat as he tries to determine whether the statement is accurate.] -friend.
Continuing his mapping and documentation process, for one. Reach out to the populace with a completely innocent, well-meaning inquiry, for another.
Also avoid dying, but that's just a general to-do these days.]
This might be a weird question, but does anyone here know how to craft...small items? Like a smith, or a carpenter, or some combination thereof?
Asking for a- [There is an awkward beat as he tries to determine whether the statement is accurate.] -friend.
Video 6 - Sewing Shop
Apr. 1st, 2018 12:04 pmroseofthetyrells[the video opens on the Sewing Shop and a smiling Margaery, wearing this dress and sitting in a chair.
dress forms, a cloth-draped table, and bolts of cloth can be seen in the distance.
Margaery still looks a little tired after her ordeal with the paranoia flu, but she's doing her best to look bright and pleasant. it's mostly convincing]
Hello, everyone!
I wanted to remind everyone that the Sewing Shop is here for those who can't find clothing to their taste at the shops. The only payment I require is a bolt of fabric from Tranquility. His task for acquiring the fabric is relatively simple and fair.
I'm also available to teach sewing to anyone who wants to learn how. Please let me know if you'd like lessons.
[To Caboose]
Your hat is ready to be picked up whenever you're available.
dress forms, a cloth-draped table, and bolts of cloth can be seen in the distance.
Margaery still looks a little tired after her ordeal with the paranoia flu, but she's doing her best to look bright and pleasant. it's mostly convincing]
Hello, everyone!
I wanted to remind everyone that the Sewing Shop is here for those who can't find clothing to their taste at the shops. The only payment I require is a bolt of fabric from Tranquility. His task for acquiring the fabric is relatively simple and fair.
I'm also available to teach sewing to anyone who wants to learn how. Please let me know if you'd like lessons.
[To Caboose]
Your hat is ready to be picked up whenever you're available.
