five ☠ video | open to both sides!
Mar. 29th, 2017 08:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[There's something distinctly different about Fear when he turns the video on this time. He seems even less human than normal, not breathing, not blinking, as if he's forgotten how to manipulate his form so that it actually appears lifelike.
He manages to move his mouth as he speaks, but the motion doesn't quite sync up with the words echoed in through the mic.]
...so I've finally failed.
[His eyes are unfocused, but he looks downward, contemplative.]
I only got half the city out. It won't be enough- we can't start over, not without Hope. So it ends here, I suppose.
[He takes in his first breath since beginning the recording, letting it out in a long sigh.]
I'm sorry.
He manages to move his mouth as he speaks, but the motion doesn't quite sync up with the words echoed in through the mic.]
...so I've finally failed.
[His eyes are unfocused, but he looks downward, contemplative.]
I only got half the city out. It won't be enough- we can't start over, not without Hope. So it ends here, I suppose.
[He takes in his first breath since beginning the recording, letting it out in a long sigh.]
I'm sorry.
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Mar. 25th, 2017 05:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
HELLO! I'M BACK! I GUESS NOBODY MISSED ME, BECAUSE I'M THE LAST ONE BACK. :( HOPE SAID I COULD'VE COME BACK AWHILE AGO BUT YOU ALL VOTED AGAINST IT. OUCH.
OH WELL, I'M BACK NOW! HELLO HADRIEL! NICE TO MEET ALL OF YOU, EXCEPT THE ONES WHO KEPT VOTING AGAINST ME, BUT I'M SURE YOU GUYS ARE GREAT TOO! ENJOY THE HOT SPRINGS, I MADE SURE IT WASN'T TOO HOT, DON'T WANT TO BOIL YOU SQUISHY LITTLE THINGS! :)
THIS IS LOVE, SIGNING OFF! ♥
OH WELL, I'M BACK NOW! HELLO HADRIEL! NICE TO MEET ALL OF YOU, EXCEPT THE ONES WHO KEPT VOTING AGAINST ME, BUT I'M SURE YOU GUYS ARE GREAT TOO! ENJOY THE HOT SPRINGS, I MADE SURE IT WASN'T TOO HOT, DON'T WANT TO BOIL YOU SQUISHY LITTLE THINGS! :)
THIS IS LOVE, SIGNING OFF! ♥
001 | Video
Mar. 20th, 2017 01:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[ The scene set is that of a living room. It does not appear to have been lived in much, no trinkets on shelves or the table, and no pillows set up on the couch. The video is static for a long moment before the Outsider appears on screen in a wash of black smoke and shining pieces of onyx. He's set himself up in the center of the couch, on the back of it, his feet planted on the cushion. His hands are folded together as he leans forward. There's a twinkle of amusement in his beetle-black eyes. ]
Have you ever heard the tale of Empress Emily Drexal Lela Kaldwin, first of her name? [ No response? No problem. He's going to tell it to you anyway. ] A child born to take the throne, she grew up privileged. She learned about the world from a distance and when people killed her mother and stole her throne, her father took up sword to take it back for her. [ He disappears in a wisp, reappearing further from the camera. The distance has no effect on the loudness of his voice. He gestures widely with his arms. ] Her father returned the throne to her and though she tried to be the Empress her mother once was, she lost sight of what was important: the voices of her people.
Another came for her throne while she was blinded, a woman who had been born in the hole and clawed her way out to the top, and that woman took it with blood. If only Emily had paid attention. If only she spent a little less time on the rooftops of her city or in the arms of her lover. If, if, if. [ Again, he disappears, this time appearing to lean against the left arm of the couch. He shakes his head. ] She took up sword, same as her father. She took on my mark, same as her father.
But do you think she managed to get her crown back? Could she do it as bloodlessly as her father? [ A quiet chuckle in the back of his throat. ] Or would she be as ruthless a killer as her betrayers?
It's a tale that can end in so many different ways.
Have you ever heard the tale of Empress Emily Drexal Lela Kaldwin, first of her name? [ No response? No problem. He's going to tell it to you anyway. ] A child born to take the throne, she grew up privileged. She learned about the world from a distance and when people killed her mother and stole her throne, her father took up sword to take it back for her. [ He disappears in a wisp, reappearing further from the camera. The distance has no effect on the loudness of his voice. He gestures widely with his arms. ] Her father returned the throne to her and though she tried to be the Empress her mother once was, she lost sight of what was important: the voices of her people.
Another came for her throne while she was blinded, a woman who had been born in the hole and clawed her way out to the top, and that woman took it with blood. If only Emily had paid attention. If only she spent a little less time on the rooftops of her city or in the arms of her lover. If, if, if. [ Again, he disappears, this time appearing to lean against the left arm of the couch. He shakes his head. ] She took up sword, same as her father. She took on my mark, same as her father.
But do you think she managed to get her crown back? Could she do it as bloodlessly as her father? [ A quiet chuckle in the back of his throat. ] Or would she be as ruthless a killer as her betrayers?
It's a tale that can end in so many different ways.
002 [Video] Backdated to March 17th
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[Ikaruga appears on the network with a serene look on her face. She's currently polishing her sword tidily in her lap, keeping it shiny and well-maintained.]
Good evening, fellow residents of Hadriel. There is a certain peace of mind that comes from being capable of defending oneself. Exercise is an excellent way to stay healthy as well.
[She continues polishing the sword at an unhurried, deliberate pace before looking up again.]
That being said, I have decided to offer lessons in the art of the sword. I am also willing to be a sparring partner to those who already have training. If anyone is interested, kindly reply here or send me a private message.
[Filtered to Team Tranquility]
I propose a friendly competition. Whomever makes the most people from other teams feel tranquil will receive a home cooked meal from me.
Good evening, fellow residents of Hadriel. There is a certain peace of mind that comes from being capable of defending oneself. Exercise is an excellent way to stay healthy as well.
[She continues polishing the sword at an unhurried, deliberate pace before looking up again.]
That being said, I have decided to offer lessons in the art of the sword. I am also willing to be a sparring partner to those who already have training. If anyone is interested, kindly reply here or send me a private message.
[Filtered to Team Tranquility]
I propose a friendly competition. Whomever makes the most people from other teams feel tranquil will receive a home cooked meal from me.
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Greetings to all Hadriel denizens, and a welcome to those of you who have only recently arrived. My name is Dr. Hannibal Lecter. My colleague Dr. Lee Rosen and I are both psychiatrists, and would like to extend our services to all of you.
Perhaps you have never experienced therapy before. There are many misconceptions when it comes to psychiatry. You may think that only those who are not mentally sound seek therapy. Nothing could be further from the truth. Sometimes the healthiest thing is to seek the assistance of a professional when desiring to understand how both the past and the present are affecting you, and what sorts of behaviors you may alter to ensure for yourself the best future. This is important even in the most mundane of situations, yet ours is far from mundane. The gods play with our emotions. Sometimes we are left to wonder if what we felt was real, or merely an illusion. Either way, the pain is real. And we can help you. Recently the gods allowed us to speak to each other anonymously over the network. The outpouring of raw feeling, of fear and worry and sorrow, was striking. There was some solace in speaking to our fellow citizens. Perhaps even more may be found in utilizing the training and talent of Dr. Rosen and myself.
We would like to hold open office hours at the clinic, if those who run the facility are amenable. In the meantime, you may contact either of us for an appointment. Please feel free to ask any questions you may have.
Perhaps you have never experienced therapy before. There are many misconceptions when it comes to psychiatry. You may think that only those who are not mentally sound seek therapy. Nothing could be further from the truth. Sometimes the healthiest thing is to seek the assistance of a professional when desiring to understand how both the past and the present are affecting you, and what sorts of behaviors you may alter to ensure for yourself the best future. This is important even in the most mundane of situations, yet ours is far from mundane. The gods play with our emotions. Sometimes we are left to wonder if what we felt was real, or merely an illusion. Either way, the pain is real. And we can help you. Recently the gods allowed us to speak to each other anonymously over the network. The outpouring of raw feeling, of fear and worry and sorrow, was striking. There was some solace in speaking to our fellow citizens. Perhaps even more may be found in utilizing the training and talent of Dr. Rosen and myself.
We would like to hold open office hours at the clinic, if those who run the facility are amenable. In the meantime, you may contact either of us for an appointment. Please feel free to ask any questions you may have.
Third ☂ Text
Feb. 25th, 2017 09:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Many of you seem to be unhappy.
We don't all necessarily want you to be happy, but acceptance and adaptation to your situation would be a start. The only question that remains is: how?
It is clear to us that your species resolves many issues through communication. Unfortunately, none of us understand the human psyche as clearly as others of your species, and so I leave it to you to communicate with and to help one another.
You may consider this post an open forum in which you can discuss what's been bothering you. In turn, I will conceal your identities, so that you may help one another without preconceived biases. If you'd like to reveal yourselves to one another, the option is there, but unnecessary.
Heal. Recover.
I'll leave you to it.
[[This is an event post for the Never Log In event! Remember, characters are compelled to get things off of their chest here, as well as to help others- and of course, please stay oocly logged in for your comments!]]
We don't all necessarily want you to be happy, but acceptance and adaptation to your situation would be a start. The only question that remains is: how?
It is clear to us that your species resolves many issues through communication. Unfortunately, none of us understand the human psyche as clearly as others of your species, and so I leave it to you to communicate with and to help one another.
You may consider this post an open forum in which you can discuss what's been bothering you. In turn, I will conceal your identities, so that you may help one another without preconceived biases. If you'd like to reveal yourselves to one another, the option is there, but unnecessary.
Heal. Recover.
I'll leave you to it.
[[This is an event post for the Never Log In event! Remember, characters are compelled to get things off of their chest here, as well as to help others- and of course, please stay oocly logged in for your comments!]]
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[Sans has something in his hands. It's a bolt of fabric that he runs between his metacarpals with a distant, unfocused precision, something to idly turn between his phalanges as he speaks. Might take a moment to realize that the backdrop to his video ain't the typical one. It's not his room he's sitting in, after all. He's reclining atop a racecar bed. The sheets are perfectly made, as though the owner were planning on returning at some point. On the bedside table, there's a small stack of belongings that clash rather astutely with the layout of the place. A snowglobe, a binder, an ECHOcomm, and at the very far right of the frame, a folded-up sweater vest.
He dropped in to visit some pals of his, you see. Only to find they ain't around anymore.]
For those of you who knew 'em, seems the docs've gone home. You know the ones. Newt and Hermann. [A pause.] Dr. Gottlieb.
[Being a pain in the coccyx suddenly gets to be less funny when there ain't anybody to yell at you about it, huh?]
Hope it's home they went, and not, uh...wherever it was before they got here. Yao know what I'm talkin' about.
[He folds up the cloth in his hands and stands up, grinning at the camera without a lick of despair. Maybe there's somethin' a bit tired to the whole facade, but who can say? He's always tired.]
I hate to tell ya, but it looks like my bro might'a been the guy to slack off for once. Funny, right? Takin' that hard-earned title from yours truly. Here I thought I was supposed to be the guy who nips off without a word.
[Those with sharp eyes might pick up that the cloth ain't just any old thing. It's Papyrus's sash delineating him as an official member of the City Guard - twice torn, twice mended, and now without an owner. Like hell Sans is cut out to wear a thing like this.]
'Pologies to the Guard. Looks like you're one member short. 'Fraid I can't help ya there either; Papyrus, he's got some big shoes to fill.
[He winks at the lens before reaching for the communicator and then, almost as an afterthought, adds:]
Someone ought'a take care of the lab the docs built. Lotta their stuff's still in there, too, and lyin' around my place. Figure it should go to the people who knew 'em best.
[Y'know, whoever that is. But you all know who you are, don't ya?
Yeah. He'd think so.
He cuts the feed.]
He dropped in to visit some pals of his, you see. Only to find they ain't around anymore.]
For those of you who knew 'em, seems the docs've gone home. You know the ones. Newt and Hermann. [A pause.] Dr. Gottlieb.
[Being a pain in the coccyx suddenly gets to be less funny when there ain't anybody to yell at you about it, huh?]
Hope it's home they went, and not, uh...wherever it was before they got here. Yao know what I'm talkin' about.
[He folds up the cloth in his hands and stands up, grinning at the camera without a lick of despair. Maybe there's somethin' a bit tired to the whole facade, but who can say? He's always tired.]
I hate to tell ya, but it looks like my bro might'a been the guy to slack off for once. Funny, right? Takin' that hard-earned title from yours truly. Here I thought I was supposed to be the guy who nips off without a word.
[Those with sharp eyes might pick up that the cloth ain't just any old thing. It's Papyrus's sash delineating him as an official member of the City Guard - twice torn, twice mended, and now without an owner. Like hell Sans is cut out to wear a thing like this.]
'Pologies to the Guard. Looks like you're one member short. 'Fraid I can't help ya there either; Papyrus, he's got some big shoes to fill.
[He winks at the lens before reaching for the communicator and then, almost as an afterthought, adds:]
Someone ought'a take care of the lab the docs built. Lotta their stuff's still in there, too, and lyin' around my place. Figure it should go to the people who knew 'em best.
[Y'know, whoever that is. But you all know who you are, don't ya?
Yeah. He'd think so.
He cuts the feed.]
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( This message comes to the network at 3am, the sign of someone not sleeping, probably having spent one too many nights at Delight's bar to be at all healthy for their liver.
Whether they're drunk this night is a question that's hard to answer, since they've had the sense to turn on anonymous posting and type correctly. But three words can't be that hard to type, right? )
Are you coping?
( If you have to send this? You're probably not. )
Whether they're drunk this night is a question that's hard to answer, since they've had the sense to turn on anonymous posting and type correctly. But three words can't be that hard to type, right? )
Are you coping?
( If you have to send this? You're probably not. )
THIRD SONG ♫ VIDEO
Jan. 11th, 2017 09:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Hellllooooo Hadriel!
[ So. Someone's cheery. One wouldn't think so what with the cave being restored to its 'former glory.' ]
Sure is a bummer that Tranquility's good times ended, huh? [ Understatement of the year. ] Fret not, however, for I have taken it upon myself to plan for Love's inevitable - and fashionably late - arrival!
[ Do you have a bad feeling yet? You should. ]
How, you ask? Well! Easy. I've started charting out the ships down here in the cave. What's a 'ship,' you ask? A ship is short for 'relationship'! This can be any kind, really, but the actual fun is in ones of the romantic sort. [ An oh so innocent bat of her eyelashes. ]
There's a couple obvious ones, there's those who have loved and lost, there's the hopeful buddings of new relationships, and of course we're always wondering who are deities are into.
[ No? Just her? Alright then. ]
You can find the list I've started attached and, please, add to it as you see fit! I'll make the changes accordingly. I'll even try to keep it up to date, so! If any changes happen after the fact - break-ups, make-ups, or unfortunate farewells - feel free to hit me up personally and let me know. This way, Love can be up to speed upon arrival.
( allyouneedislove )
Oh, right, of course. I should also mention that I've enabled the anonymous feature for responses, so! If you're shy or don't wanna compromise friendships by outing the couples you do know, don't worry. Or if you just wanna stir up some gossip and speculation, don't worry! Your secret's safe with me.
[ WINK. All's fair in love and war, yaddah yaddah. ]
(( ooc; So! HAVE AT IT, MURDERCAVE. FEEL THE LOVE. I'll be updating the post as I get suggestions and eventually porting it to Rose's personal journal for future reference. C'mon, ya'll, let's make Love feel welcome for when they arrive. ))
[ So. Someone's cheery. One wouldn't think so what with the cave being restored to its 'former glory.' ]
Sure is a bummer that Tranquility's good times ended, huh? [ Understatement of the year. ] Fret not, however, for I have taken it upon myself to plan for Love's inevitable - and fashionably late - arrival!
[ Do you have a bad feeling yet? You should. ]
How, you ask? Well! Easy. I've started charting out the ships down here in the cave. What's a 'ship,' you ask? A ship is short for 'relationship'! This can be any kind, really, but the actual fun is in ones of the romantic sort. [ An oh so innocent bat of her eyelashes. ]
There's a couple obvious ones, there's those who have loved and lost, there's the hopeful buddings of new relationships, and of course we're always wondering who are deities are into.
[ No? Just her? Alright then. ]
You can find the list I've started attached and, please, add to it as you see fit! I'll make the changes accordingly. I'll even try to keep it up to date, so! If any changes happen after the fact - break-ups, make-ups, or unfortunate farewells - feel free to hit me up personally and let me know. This way, Love can be up to speed upon arrival.
( allyouneedislove )
Oh, right, of course. I should also mention that I've enabled the anonymous feature for responses, so! If you're shy or don't wanna compromise friendships by outing the couples you do know, don't worry. Or if you just wanna stir up some gossip and speculation, don't worry! Your secret's safe with me.
[ WINK. All's fair in love and war, yaddah yaddah. ]
(( ooc; So! HAVE AT IT, MURDERCAVE. FEEL THE LOVE. I'll be updating the post as I get suggestions and eventually porting it to Rose's personal journal for future reference. C'mon, ya'll, let's make Love feel welcome for when they arrive. ))
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hey there!!!!!!
so uh hypothetically if you were in a prank war with your roommates
and you were running out of ideas bc one of them already sabotaged the plumbing
how would you escalate that
without killing them and/or blowing up the house
hypothetically
yknow
[It's not even remotely hypothetical. The last week or so in the skeleton-and-lizard household have been ridiculous.]
oh and uhm
for ppl whove asked the gods for stuff before
how do you go about spreading hope lmao
i was thinking of a mew mew marathon maybe but its all on my laptop
which im... trying to get the charger for so uh
maybe talk to me about your favorite tv shows?? or something??????????
thnx =^w^=
so uh hypothetically if you were in a prank war with your roommates
and you were running out of ideas bc one of them already sabotaged the plumbing
how would you escalate that
without killing them and/or blowing up the house
hypothetically
yknow
[It's not even remotely hypothetical. The last week or so in the skeleton-and-lizard household have been ridiculous.]
oh and uhm
for ppl whove asked the gods for stuff before
how do you go about spreading hope lmao
i was thinking of a mew mew marathon maybe but its all on my laptop
which im... trying to get the charger for so uh
maybe talk to me about your favorite tv shows?? or something??????????
thnx =^w^=
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[The first thing is that the phone has been propped between two branches on a tree in the orchard. Ushahin needs both hands for the task at hand. He's trying to peel a piece of fruit that has a bright purple skin on it. The problem is that if he tries to use his good hand to peel, his bad one can't hold onto it firmly enough, so it falls. If he tries to use his bad hand to peel while his good hand holds, his crippled fingers don't have enough force to break the skin. He'll be trying both methods alternately as he speaks in his usual soft tone.]
I was thinking tonight. A dangerous pastime, to be certain, but what I was thinking was this. How many of us who have been brought here are good? [He pauses, trying to get his nails under the skin, and he fails.]
I would ask how many of you here think you are a good person but-- [And there goes the fruit again, falling out of his bad left hand. He sighs and picks it back up.] --I don't think many of us have that high of a opinion of ourselves. I know I don't. [He's shattered too many minds and killed far too many people to think he's still got a soul anywhere close to being pure.]
So I will ask this. How many of you think those who are here with you are good people? Your family and friends, how many of them are good souls? [The fruit slips from his grasp once again.]
Damn. [He's given up trying to do this the nice, neat way. He ends the video by using his good hand for support, then biting down into the peel, and using his teeth to tear it partially off. It's not the most dignified method of being able to peel the fruit, but at this point, he's too stubborn to give up.]
I was thinking tonight. A dangerous pastime, to be certain, but what I was thinking was this. How many of us who have been brought here are good? [He pauses, trying to get his nails under the skin, and he fails.]
I would ask how many of you here think you are a good person but-- [And there goes the fruit again, falling out of his bad left hand. He sighs and picks it back up.] --I don't think many of us have that high of a opinion of ourselves. I know I don't. [He's shattered too many minds and killed far too many people to think he's still got a soul anywhere close to being pure.]
So I will ask this. How many of you think those who are here with you are good people? Your family and friends, how many of them are good souls? [The fruit slips from his grasp once again.]
Damn. [He's given up trying to do this the nice, neat way. He ends the video by using his good hand for support, then biting down into the peel, and using his teeth to tear it partially off. It's not the most dignified method of being able to peel the fruit, but at this point, he's too stubborn to give up.]
one. text.
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[The Hadriel network isn't exactly Facebook, but it's all Sam's got, so it will have to do.]
#justhadrielthings
How many of you have died here?
How did you deal with it?
Asking for a friend.
#justhadrielthings
How many of you have died here?
How did you deal with it?
Asking for a friend.
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[The habit of staying in hiding runs deep, and Richie is uncomfortable with broadcasting his face or voice over the network. In general he doesn't like the idea of the network but now he's getting desperate. It's been nearly a month that he's been here and still no sign of his brother. He had been standing right next to Seth before this. It didn't make sense.]
Right before you came here, were you with anyone? Did any of them come with you?
Has anyone been here a while before someone you knew turned up? How long did that take?
Right before you came here, were you with anyone? Did any of them come with you?
Has anyone been here a while before someone you knew turned up? How long did that take?
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[This obnoxious message is sent with an even more obnoxious ascii smiley face. I'm so sorry.]
"Why do you like smiles so much?" "What's with you and smiling?" "How can you keep smiling like that?" These are questions I hear a lot!
It's very simple. Smiles are important to me! And I want to see one on the face of everyone I meet. real ones - no fake smile is going to make you feel good. You can't tell me they're not important.
Why am I bringing this up again? Because today would have been World Mile Day back where I'm from! Well, if this calendar and that one lined up, they would. Close enough! It was a very new thing instituted where I was from. Not a major holiday by any means, but that's okay. It was made in honor of the man who designed the smiley face logo. A pretty good guy in my book! (*゚∀゚*)
What this means is: today you should try to make at least one person smile. Do something nice, tell someone a joke, give them a compliment! They'll enjoy it, and you'll feel good too. Maybe even smile in return! ;D
"Why do you like smiles so much?" "What's with you and smiling?" "How can you keep smiling like that?" These are questions I hear a lot!
It's very simple. Smiles are important to me! And I want to see one on the face of everyone I meet. real ones - no fake smile is going to make you feel good. You can't tell me they're not important.
Why am I bringing this up again? Because today would have been World Mile Day back where I'm from! Well, if this calendar and that one lined up, they would. Close enough! It was a very new thing instituted where I was from. Not a major holiday by any means, but that's okay. It was made in honor of the man who designed the smiley face logo. A pretty good guy in my book! (*゚∀゚*)
What this means is: today you should try to make at least one person smile. Do something nice, tell someone a joke, give them a compliment! They'll enjoy it, and you'll feel good too. Maybe even smile in return! ;D
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[Up until now Chara has never posted on the network this way. Things were always easier to hunt up other people and respond to them, never do one of their own.
But in this case it was time. They had finally been proven that LV 20 meant nothing here. The Real Knife did not carry the weight that it did in the Underground and they had very little in the way of medical knowledge. So, they'll ask for help even in text form.]
Greetings Hadriel.
This past event has shown that I am lacking in physical strength and medical knowledge. I wish to learn more in both areas and as much as you are willing or able to teach.
As this event has drained those here physically and mentally I am willing to wait as long as needed. Until then.
[They can't think of any other way of ending it so they just leave it. And now, to wait.]
But in this case it was time. They had finally been proven that LV 20 meant nothing here. The Real Knife did not carry the weight that it did in the Underground and they had very little in the way of medical knowledge. So, they'll ask for help even in text form.]
Greetings Hadriel.
This past event has shown that I am lacking in physical strength and medical knowledge. I wish to learn more in both areas and as much as you are willing or able to teach.
As this event has drained those here physically and mentally I am willing to wait as long as needed. Until then.
[They can't think of any other way of ending it so they just leave it. And now, to wait.]
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[As if Newt would ever give up the chance to make a video, so here he is sitting in the kitchen. Also, he's bored being cooped up inside for an extended period of time, so there's also that]
Okay normally I would ask why people are actually venturing outdoors when shit's going down like this, but something tells me that's a super pointless question so instead here's this one:
So we got one account of what zombies are like in one person's world, but I was wondering what other incarnations are out there. [Newt folds his arms on the table, leaning down on them a bit] In Haven, there were a couple running around in some of the tunnels and they were from the same world as a couple of my housemates--one of them almost bit me. That was a trip. [he pauses, briefly, blinking] Er. The zombie, not my housemates. [--except--] Well, okay, one of them stabbed me in the chest and killed me but that wasn't until later so I don't think that really counts in this conversation? [he says it so casually. . . . . . . ANYWAY, back on topic as Newt waves a hand] Anyway, these zombies were taken over by a fungus called cordyceps. Basically it took over the brain of the corpse of whatever it attached itself to and made it into a puppet.
Now, we have this same fungus in my world, but it never went all zombie on human beings, just small animals. I'm talking, like...bugs. Sooo basically I'm wondering what other types of zombies people might've either run into, whether from their own world or a different one. And what caused them to become zombies in the first place. I'm talking like virus or fungus or whatever.
Or, like, whatever else anyone wants to talk about because holy shit I'm so bored right now.
Okay normally I would ask why people are actually venturing outdoors when shit's going down like this, but something tells me that's a super pointless question so instead here's this one:
So we got one account of what zombies are like in one person's world, but I was wondering what other incarnations are out there. [Newt folds his arms on the table, leaning down on them a bit] In Haven, there were a couple running around in some of the tunnels and they were from the same world as a couple of my housemates--one of them almost bit me. That was a trip. [he pauses, briefly, blinking] Er. The zombie, not my housemates. [--except--] Well, okay, one of them stabbed me in the chest and killed me but that wasn't until later so I don't think that really counts in this conversation? [he says it so casually. . . . . . . ANYWAY, back on topic as Newt waves a hand] Anyway, these zombies were taken over by a fungus called cordyceps. Basically it took over the brain of the corpse of whatever it attached itself to and made it into a puppet.
Now, we have this same fungus in my world, but it never went all zombie on human beings, just small animals. I'm talking, like...bugs. Sooo basically I'm wondering what other types of zombies people might've either run into, whether from their own world or a different one. And what caused them to become zombies in the first place. I'm talking like virus or fungus or whatever.
Or, like, whatever else anyone wants to talk about because holy shit I'm so bored right now.
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Sep. 16th, 2016 04:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[The video feed turns on, immediately following this announcement, and shows a blonde woman with light blue eyes. To say she looks strong or capable might be an understatement. She has the look of someone who's been a cop or in the military, or maybe a bit of both. She smiles a little into the camera, but the smile is thin, since there's grim business to discuss.
This is a new thing for her; visiting another world, and she's brand new here. The only benefit of such a visit would be getting away from zombies... haha.. hah..]
Hello. My name is Jill Valentine, and I'm one of the new ones here. [Introductions are generally a good way to start.] I'm also a new member of your city guard. Where I come from, I'm in an organization called the BSAA. [More like a founder.] The Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance. It's a world-wide organization that's trained to deal with... well, monsters. Zombies. Biological weapons.
It's my mission to protect people from things like that, and since there have been zombie sightings here recently, let me tell you what I know about them.
Now, I can't guarantee these monsters work exactly the way they do where I come from, but a few of these tips just might save your life.
[She reaches for her knife and lifts it.]
You'll want something to protect yourself. Back home, it's bullets, but I understand the armory is limited here. Luckily, zombies like these tend to be slow moving. In my world, they're created through a virus that shuts down all life systems of the body except for motor function and an unending hunger to consume flesh. If one of them bites you, it's just a matter of time before you become one of them. That's how the virus spreads. It can also spread through contaminated water, so make sure you're mindful of what you consume.
[She taps the flat of the knife against her palm and lifts it again.]
Stabbing one won't do any good. They don't feel anything. The only way to stop them is to go for the head. Once the brain has been damaged, the zombie is done for. You can also use fire. If you can't do either, go for the legs and get the hell away as fast as you can.
[As for other survival tips...]
Honestly, I'm a little worried. There's never just a few zombies. Typically, they move in groups. It can be easy to be outnumbered and overwhelmed. You can lock your doors, but enough of them can break down doors, bust through windows... there's even some viral species that can put up ladders. I would advise you to stick with a partner. Watch each other's backs. High ground is the best tactical position.
If you need help, just call on me or any of the city guard. I'm not saying you can't take care of yourself, but if you feel the need, don't hesitate, and we'll report to your location right away.
[She about wraps it up, but remembers one last thing.]
Oh, if you see one that's turning... red? Set it on fire immediately or get away from it. Once those are on their feet, they just might outrun you. Feel free to ask me any questions you might have.
This is a new thing for her; visiting another world, and she's brand new here. The only benefit of such a visit would be getting away from zombies... haha.. hah..]
Hello. My name is Jill Valentine, and I'm one of the new ones here. [Introductions are generally a good way to start.] I'm also a new member of your city guard. Where I come from, I'm in an organization called the BSAA. [More like a founder.] The Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance. It's a world-wide organization that's trained to deal with... well, monsters. Zombies. Biological weapons.
It's my mission to protect people from things like that, and since there have been zombie sightings here recently, let me tell you what I know about them.
Now, I can't guarantee these monsters work exactly the way they do where I come from, but a few of these tips just might save your life.
[She reaches for her knife and lifts it.]
You'll want something to protect yourself. Back home, it's bullets, but I understand the armory is limited here. Luckily, zombies like these tend to be slow moving. In my world, they're created through a virus that shuts down all life systems of the body except for motor function and an unending hunger to consume flesh. If one of them bites you, it's just a matter of time before you become one of them. That's how the virus spreads. It can also spread through contaminated water, so make sure you're mindful of what you consume.
[She taps the flat of the knife against her palm and lifts it again.]
Stabbing one won't do any good. They don't feel anything. The only way to stop them is to go for the head. Once the brain has been damaged, the zombie is done for. You can also use fire. If you can't do either, go for the legs and get the hell away as fast as you can.
[As for other survival tips...]
Honestly, I'm a little worried. There's never just a few zombies. Typically, they move in groups. It can be easy to be outnumbered and overwhelmed. You can lock your doors, but enough of them can break down doors, bust through windows... there's even some viral species that can put up ladders. I would advise you to stick with a partner. Watch each other's backs. High ground is the best tactical position.
If you need help, just call on me or any of the city guard. I'm not saying you can't take care of yourself, but if you feel the need, don't hesitate, and we'll report to your location right away.
[She about wraps it up, but remembers one last thing.]
Oh, if you see one that's turning... red? Set it on fire immediately or get away from it. Once those are on their feet, they just might outrun you. Feel free to ask me any questions you might have.
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Sep. 6th, 2016 12:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
the music is gone and with it
the small favors and familiars they brought
do you miss it?
do you miss them?
the colors were brighter
the sounds were louder
and some trick of the mind forgot
we were in a cage
or didn't and just
observed the decorations on the bars
the small favors and familiars they brought
do you miss it?
do you miss them?
the colors were brighter
the sounds were louder
and some trick of the mind forgot
we were in a cage
or didn't and just
observed the decorations on the bars
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Sep. 1st, 2016 10:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
It's time for another poll to revive one of our allies. As there are only three of them remaining, your choices will be limited moving forward.
Tranquility is the last god to be optioned to you. He is an architect and he was instrumental in creating the city that you all live in. He is agreeable to a fault, but pleasant enough to be around, if that's the sort of thing you value. When he sees the state of disarray that the city is in, I have no doubt that he'll prioritize clearing the streets and perhaps offering methods of faster transportation in place of your flimsy legs.
Confusion has been an option since the first revival. I see little need to discuss her merits when my associates have done it already, but I have been asked to be thorough, so- she is the creator of the labyrinthine tunnels around the city and knows how to navigate them better than anyone else. She is quick to action, true to her word, and would likely give you a way to find one another if you became lost in the tunnels or elsewhere.
Love is your final option and is difficult to pin down. In short, I would summarize both Love's personality and actions as jovial, charismatic, and complex. A hot springs may seem like an unnecessary luxury, but Love would enjoy giving you things to make you more openhearted and accepting of both yourself and others.
This poll will close in a week's time. I will accept some questions. Choose wisely.
Tranquility is the last god to be optioned to you. He is an architect and he was instrumental in creating the city that you all live in. He is agreeable to a fault, but pleasant enough to be around, if that's the sort of thing you value. When he sees the state of disarray that the city is in, I have no doubt that he'll prioritize clearing the streets and perhaps offering methods of faster transportation in place of your flimsy legs.
Confusion has been an option since the first revival. I see little need to discuss her merits when my associates have done it already, but I have been asked to be thorough, so- she is the creator of the labyrinthine tunnels around the city and knows how to navigate them better than anyone else. She is quick to action, true to her word, and would likely give you a way to find one another if you became lost in the tunnels or elsewhere.
Love is your final option and is difficult to pin down. In short, I would summarize both Love's personality and actions as jovial, charismatic, and complex. A hot springs may seem like an unnecessary luxury, but Love would enjoy giving you things to make you more openhearted and accepting of both yourself and others.
This poll will close in a week's time. I will accept some questions. Choose wisely.
Poll #17648 Fourth god resurrection
This poll is closed.
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 59
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 59
Who to revive?