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onlyanautomatonLocked to the Fire Brigade:
Good day.
Mr. Curufin, the Fire Brigade's head and founder, is no longer here.
Who will be assuming command?
onlyanautomatonGood day.
Mr. Curufin, the Fire Brigade's head and founder, is no longer here.
Who will be assuming command?
014✖; (video|audio)
Dec. 1st, 2018 01:32 amcircumitus[What's this, an actual video post from Rey?!
[Psyche. It's actually just the outside of the Speakeasy. Except that it's lit up. With actual lights. As in lights with electricity. Wow.]
"Got heat and power here for anyone trying to stay warm. We'll be limited on provisions and liquor for the time being, so we'd appreciate it if you don't stuff your face with all our shit.
"Working on the grid to get electricity sent to other parts of the city as well, so don't fuck with the windmills. Won't be much, but it'll be better than sitting in the dark, and who the hell knows how long we'll be on our own."
[It's a dreary thought she doesn't intend to linger on for very long. The feed then cuts out, and we're back to hearing Rey's usual terse voice over the audio line.]
"Will be making frequent trips, hunting and foraging for whatever's out there and getting a lay of the land. Saw what seems to be native wildlife, plus whatever Door creatures are left. Any fur and meat will be available at the Speakeasy as well."
[Because for someone who loves food as much as Rey does, she is one of the few who can last for prolonged periods on minimum to no sustenance at all. Until she's figured out how finite their resources are going to be, she intends to keep it that way.]
[ooc: A little more info here and here about the windmill and the setup at the Speakeasy!]
[Psyche. It's actually just the outside of the Speakeasy. Except that it's lit up. With actual lights. As in lights with electricity. Wow.]
"Got heat and power here for anyone trying to stay warm. We'll be limited on provisions and liquor for the time being, so we'd appreciate it if you don't stuff your face with all our shit.
"Working on the grid to get electricity sent to other parts of the city as well, so don't fuck with the windmills. Won't be much, but it'll be better than sitting in the dark, and who the hell knows how long we'll be on our own."
[It's a dreary thought she doesn't intend to linger on for very long. The feed then cuts out, and we're back to hearing Rey's usual terse voice over the audio line.]
"Will be making frequent trips, hunting and foraging for whatever's out there and getting a lay of the land. Saw what seems to be native wildlife, plus whatever Door creatures are left. Any fur and meat will be available at the Speakeasy as well."
[Because for someone who loves food as much as Rey does, she is one of the few who can last for prolonged periods on minimum to no sustenance at all. Until she's figured out how finite their resources are going to be, she intends to keep it that way.]
[ooc: A little more info here and here about the windmill and the setup at the Speakeasy!]
garbagemarvel[Noh-Varr is no stranger to interdimensional travel. Sure, most of the time that travel's been done with intent, but he's seen enough cosmic weirdness to know that you can't always control where you end up. He's spent the past couple of days exploring Hadriel and acclimating to the new locale, and it appears that he is, for now, here to stay.
Which means there's an important correction that needs to be made.]
There was a man I spoke with recently who suggested that my stay in this city would be a temporary one. It would seem that observation was incorrect.
[Just callin' it like it is, Newt.]
I am also now in possession of a phone that operates here, so if you still require assistance in locating your own phone, I can help.
Which means there's an important correction that needs to be made.]
There was a man I spoke with recently who suggested that my stay in this city would be a temporary one. It would seem that observation was incorrect.
[Just callin' it like it is, Newt.]
I am also now in possession of a phone that operates here, so if you still require assistance in locating your own phone, I can help.
❅ Thirteen (Video)
Nov. 7th, 2018 08:56 pmstonebirdSo a new land awaits us. (She is trying to take the next move in stride, but this one will be harder for her.) I didn't know I would love the sea as much as I do. I think I've walked the beaches every day - except when a storm was upon us. I've become quite good at swimming too.
What use will any of that be in a jungle or on ice?
(However this is Hadriel's nature and it might be worse than all the monsters and other random beasts.)
If I leave behind remembrances for those who have journeyed home, will they remain in our absence? Or will this land crumble to nothing in our wake?
What use will any of that be in a jungle or on ice?
(However this is Hadriel's nature and it might be worse than all the monsters and other random beasts.)
If I leave behind remembrances for those who have journeyed home, will they remain in our absence? Or will this land crumble to nothing in our wake?
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?
synthedick[In the past, Nick has usually left this kind of information either to be shared by someone else, or found out gradually out of respect for those who've gone missing; however, given who it is who vanished this time, his position within the Guard, and his time within and dedication to the city, he figures he'd best say something. Henry deserves that.]
For those who knew him, Henry Percy is gone.
[A small pause. For all they knew, he could be back in a week, in a month, in a year... or not at all.]
Guardsmen, you're reporting to me for now.
[And a quiet sigh. He's not sure how he feels about that weight on his shoulders. Hell, he wasn't sure when he was appointed to the co-head of the organization. Guess he'd better figure it out now.]
That's all.
[Click.]
For those who knew him, Henry Percy is gone.
[A small pause. For all they knew, he could be back in a week, in a month, in a year... or not at all.]
Guardsmen, you're reporting to me for now.
[And a quiet sigh. He's not sure how he feels about that weight on his shoulders. Hell, he wasn't sure when he was appointed to the co-head of the organization. Guess he'd better figure it out now.]
That's all.
[Click.]
closeriftCan those out exploring the oceans receive messages from the islands? If so, have a safe and lovely trip, and try to stay out of the water: I'm not sure I want to imagine what lives down there, but I doubt it's anything friendly. [ There's a small, stained pause. ] And... if Aren Brosca is still out there, somehow, please let your housemates know when you'll be returning home. Pup seems to miss his other, furry friend.
[ It's been so long since she's heard from the Warden, though, that Cecily can only imagine Aren has long since gone home. Another from Thedas, come and gone. ]
... For those still on land, it's gotten a bit too quiet for me. If anyone is on the Westernmost island, or can make their way there, I'd love a game of Wicked Grace. I've gone through the rules before, but that was some time ago, now: I'd be happy to relay them again.
[ Best to distract with cards and some drinks, right? ... Right. ]
Look for the enormous, slobbering beast, and I should be somewhere nearby.
[ It's been so long since she's heard from the Warden, though, that Cecily can only imagine Aren has long since gone home. Another from Thedas, come and gone. ]
... For those still on land, it's gotten a bit too quiet for me. If anyone is on the Westernmost island, or can make their way there, I'd love a game of Wicked Grace. I've gone through the rules before, but that was some time ago, now: I'd be happy to relay them again.
[ Best to distract with cards and some drinks, right? ... Right. ]
Look for the enormous, slobbering beast, and I should be somewhere nearby.
synthedick[Can robots get tired? Because Nick sure sounds tired as he comes onto the network this evening. He's got work to do, though -- and only a limited amount of time to do it, if Fear's proposition still holds.]
All right, let's get a status report on what areas are clear.
[Which isn't as easy as expected, given several of the main landmarks of the city have been obliterated in the long assault. Better to make an attempt at it than not at all, though.]
Whether you're on the Guard or not, chime in. We've lost a lot of people in this madness, and we need to know every last one of them is gone... and if they're not gone, we need to know where they might be hiding.
That's all. [Click.]
All right, let's get a status report on what areas are clear.
[Which isn't as easy as expected, given several of the main landmarks of the city have been obliterated in the long assault. Better to make an attempt at it than not at all, though.]
Whether you're on the Guard or not, chime in. We've lost a lot of people in this madness, and we need to know every last one of them is gone... and if they're not gone, we need to know where they might be hiding.
That's all. [Click.]
closeriftHi, yes, ah... I know there's... quite a lot going on at the moment, and I'd like to help with the whole... removing the infestation from the city, but I've forgotten how to use my weapon. A bit. And just about everything else as well. If there's someone who can- who has some kind of magic, or ability to restore memories, then I would be very grateful. Apparently I sort of died and lost them all, so I'm understandably eager to get them back. I think.
[ It's hard to be sure of anything in this condition, honestly. ]
All I can offer in terms of "why do it" is that I'll be much more useful with my memories back than I am now, so... there's that.
[ It's hard to be sure of anything in this condition, honestly. ]
All I can offer in terms of "why do it" is that I'll be much more useful with my memories back than I am now, so... there's that.
❅ Four (Text)
Dec. 6th, 2017 02:14 amstonebirdI thought about making this private, but I have nothing to hide. My words are typed in the hope that they will do someone good.
I come from a world that is harsh and unforgiving. Decent people die everyday and, more often than not, there is no one to mourn them. Life isn't endless for most, though it can be exceedingly long, and I think, when it's all said and done, the thing that matters the most is how we spent our days.
Personally, I do not wish to be remembered as a victim. Whatever is in store for us (according to the Null) is outside of our control. Do what you think is right today.
Do not live in fear. Otherwise they win.
I come from a world that is harsh and unforgiving. Decent people die everyday and, more often than not, there is no one to mourn them. Life isn't endless for most, though it can be exceedingly long, and I think, when it's all said and done, the thing that matters the most is how we spent our days.
Personally, I do not wish to be remembered as a victim. Whatever is in store for us (according to the Null) is outside of our control. Do what you think is right today.
Do not live in fear. Otherwise they win.
VIDEO - 001 | Backdated to the 10th
Nov. 14th, 2017 08:08 amunitas[ The video comes in clear. The young woman (young woman, she scoffs) leans her head against the wall behind her. There's a painting there, a mural of a mother and a daughter, wrapped in together in dwindling sunlight. Not many people know of this place and maybe that's why it's one of the first places she goes. First, her mother. Then, her father.
She's no lucky charm, it seems.
There's evidence that she's younger, no dark circles, lighter hair and less and dark root. She's exhausted, physically and mentally and the ash from the Otherworld still sticks to her skin.
She could bitch. She could moan. She could cry (she did). ]
So, did I miss much? [ The most obvious change to the contact list is that it now states SHARON DA SILVA instead of HEATHER MASON. She's not Heather. She doesn't need to be anymore. ]
She's no lucky charm, it seems.
There's evidence that she's younger, no dark circles, lighter hair and less and dark root. She's exhausted, physically and mentally and the ash from the Otherworld still sticks to her skin.
She could bitch. She could moan. She could cry (she did). ]
So, did I miss much? [ The most obvious change to the contact list is that it now states SHARON DA SILVA instead of HEATHER MASON. She's not Heather. She doesn't need to be anymore. ]
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Nov. 14th, 2017 12:14 ammusicandmovement[Ty has a scowl on his face when he makes this video, rocking back and forth again in that self-soothing manner as he pointedly does not look at the screen. He's hugging his arm to his chest tightly, knuckles white, and his free hand is held uselessly in the air, at least a dozen small bleeding cuts all over it as he makes squeezing motions with his fingers. He cringes as he does it, looking tense and distressed, but he doesn't stop the movement.]
The library here is pointless. You can't read any of the books. I wanted to find the Sherlock Holmes stories, but it doesn't have them. It doesn't even have a cookbook. I need a cookbook. I don't know how to cook, and I don't want to eat toast anymore, and the stove didn't make the macaroni right. The microwave only makes things explode.
I went looking for animals, and there aren't any I can find in the city. All the animals in the tunnels are big and mean. There aren't any nice animals. All the tunnels lead you right back here. Whoever made the tunnels like that, it isn't funny or nice.
[Ty takes in a deep, trembling breath and lets it out once he's gotten that little tirade over with, then goes back to why he's making this video in the first place.] I need a cookbook. And instructions for the stove.
The library here is pointless. You can't read any of the books. I wanted to find the Sherlock Holmes stories, but it doesn't have them. It doesn't even have a cookbook. I need a cookbook. I don't know how to cook, and I don't want to eat toast anymore, and the stove didn't make the macaroni right. The microwave only makes things explode.
I went looking for animals, and there aren't any I can find in the city. All the animals in the tunnels are big and mean. There aren't any nice animals. All the tunnels lead you right back here. Whoever made the tunnels like that, it isn't funny or nice.
[Ty takes in a deep, trembling breath and lets it out once he's gotten that little tirade over with, then goes back to why he's making this video in the first place.] I need a cookbook. And instructions for the stove.
so_dark_a_road[ Curufin is standing in the bay of the pumping station on the north bank of the reservoir. The firefighters finished building and testing the the second of two tanker trucks the day before, and it is ready to be filled with its 11,000 gallons of water. You can hear the noise of the machinery in the background. The first tanker is already filled and ready to go. Outside, the firehouse and the ladder truck beside it are visible. ]
Firefighters and supporting crew, report in! We'll allocate our resources as soon as we know who's available and where we are needed.
And as we're a bit shorthanded, anybody who wants to join us, you are welcome to do so. Post in, and we'll find you a job.
If you want to report the exact location of a fire, or call for emergency help, this is the place to do it!
Firefighters and supporting crew, report in! We'll allocate our resources as soon as we know who's available and where we are needed.
And as we're a bit shorthanded, anybody who wants to join us, you are welcome to do so. Post in, and we'll find you a job.
If you want to report the exact location of a fire, or call for emergency help, this is the place to do it!
06 | Video
Jul. 26th, 2017 04:10 pmunitas[ It's obvious this is being filmed in one of the many temples, all cool hard stone behind her, and, given the subject matter of the video, most likely to be Hope's. Sharon does not look pleased. Furious might be the better descriptor but it's a calm sort of fury. There are a few spatters of dark blood on her cheeks, dried and cracking; old. She has no wounds just stains and memories. She leans in towards the lens and whispers: ]
So, which one of you fuckers killed me? [ Her killer could reply, he might not, but she won't stop until she finds him and returns the favor. ]
So, which one of you fuckers killed me? [ Her killer could reply, he might not, but she won't stop until she finds him and returns the favor. ]
so_dark_a_roadI have a project in mind. We have a city guard and a city clinic, and I was thinking we need some city firefighters, too. Then we'll have a trio of emergency services.
[ He's had it in mind since the ceiling of Guard HQ fell in on him while the building was burning at the end of the Doubles event. But also, there was talk of other incendiary incidents -- such as the one Sato was involved in? And Curufin himself had, erm, something to do with a few of the Colosseum walls being demolished by explosives while he was under the influence of Rage. And then there was the tragic demise of Delight's Bar. ]
In Hadriel, we are not strangers to the dangers of fire. Moreover, we could potentially see worse events than those that have occurred so far. And yet, here we are with no better ideas for dealing with fire than the traditional bucket brigade, and we have no real organization even for that!
So, I propose that we organize, recruit, build our own equipment, and train ourselves. I would welcome volunteers, ideas, and expertise. We will need people who will be firefighters, and we will also need people who will work in a support capacity (fire engine drivers, mechanics, electricians, and anything else we can think of).
If you would like totake insane risks, and don't mind ending up as toast, or at least dealing with a fair number of ouchies on a regular basis fight fires, or if you would prefer to work in a support role, then you are welcome to join the Hadriel Fire Brigade!
Respond here if you have questions, comments, or want to volunteer. (Or hit me up at my voicemail.)
[ He's had it in mind since the ceiling of Guard HQ fell in on him while the building was burning at the end of the Doubles event. But also, there was talk of other incendiary incidents -- such as the one Sato was involved in? And Curufin himself had, erm, something to do with a few of the Colosseum walls being demolished by explosives while he was under the influence of Rage. And then there was the tragic demise of Delight's Bar. ]
In Hadriel, we are not strangers to the dangers of fire. Moreover, we could potentially see worse events than those that have occurred so far. And yet, here we are with no better ideas for dealing with fire than the traditional bucket brigade, and we have no real organization even for that!
So, I propose that we organize, recruit, build our own equipment, and train ourselves. I would welcome volunteers, ideas, and expertise. We will need people who will be firefighters, and we will also need people who will work in a support capacity (fire engine drivers, mechanics, electricians, and anything else we can think of).
If you would like to
Respond here if you have questions, comments, or want to volunteer. (Or hit me up at my voicemail.)
007✖; (text)
Jul. 7th, 2017 05:00 pmcircumitusbianca's gone. in case those who knew her didn't already notice.
it was her idea to set up monthly dance nights at the speakeasy. thought it sounded like a good idea back then. still do.
obviously we have a lot of other shit to worry about, but think we all could use a regular breather, if anyone wants to help out or bitch about how stupid it is.
[And that's all she wrote. Despite how things ended between her and Bianca the last time they met, this wasn't the outcome that Rey had wanted. Still, it could be worse. Not like enough people don't think of this place as a prison.]
it was her idea to set up monthly dance nights at the speakeasy. thought it sounded like a good idea back then. still do.
obviously we have a lot of other shit to worry about, but think we all could use a regular breather, if anyone wants to help out or bitch about how stupid it is.
[And that's all she wrote. Despite how things ended between her and Bianca the last time they met, this wasn't the outcome that Rey had wanted. Still, it could be worse. Not like enough people don't think of this place as a prison.]
(video - backdated to July 3rd)
Jul. 6th, 2017 09:43 pmtablewithoutpity[Hannibal looks tired. Will has been missing for a couple days now, and he had been hoping that he was merely elsewhere, dealing with the death of Abigail's doppelganger at Hannibal's hands. But Will has not returned, and now Hannibal must contemplate the possibility, once again, that he might never see his friend again.]
My apologies for the intrusion, but has anyone seen Will Graham in the past few days?
My apologies for the intrusion, but has anyone seen Will Graham in the past few days?
prazerbutterflyMmm...
[He's a mess and it shows. In the era he's from this kind of blasphemy could ruin a good noble's reputation but it was not like he had a good one in this forsaken underground cavern. The small bags of chips, wrappers of assorted candy bars and empty bottles of both glass and plastic that likely smelled of vodka and collected booze littered around showed he hadn't moved from that spot in a while. A week to be exact. He's worn the same clothes a few days in a row and had only left once to dump himself into the lake for a haphazard wash of them. He hasn't been home. He doesn't want to go back.
Tyki might be a dangerous and overpowered person but he was very much still a man. A family man to be precise. This last little 'event' actually hit him rather hard for once.]
Genocide is one of the most effective routes to obtain something. Not without consequences, mind you, but still effective. To erase an entire town, village, nation or species can affect an entire group of another town, village, nation or species.
It's easy. It's simple. Not as hard as other ways of doing things. [From where he is laying flat on his back he's not looking at the phone but down at the city with his hand unfolding from his stomach to stretch out and face a building or two.] There's not much many of you could do to stop a genocide. It would take one blast to remove a group of houses. Another to ensure it was successful. One cut of a person to severe an entire family. One memory stolen to change someone's life forever.
I hope they are happy as they suckle on my sorrow and cherished love I gave to my loved ones while they were here. I hope they are drinking deep of my rage or my blissful confusion. Just remember it takes just one push to send someone to the edge. I can still do it. I'm still considering it. I'm still angry.
Without this city's inhabitants, you'd have nothing to feed on. You'd exhaust yourself bringing them back. Sure, the Door can bring more. They can come back. But how long until you wither up and die.
[action]
[He's up high given the angle of the camera from his phone. It's propped up enough to show his location if anyone could pinpoint the view from Spire #3. For someone like him it didn't take much to find a crook in the polished stone or a curve to lay against in the oddly shaped spire. A normal man would have to climb or find a window or hole to ease their way out of.
Despite his mood company is highly welcomed even if he'll be a little sour. The mere fact he isn't grinning or smiling like he always is can ascertain something is wrong. He's rather serious and taunting nor will he apologize.]
[He's a mess and it shows. In the era he's from this kind of blasphemy could ruin a good noble's reputation but it was not like he had a good one in this forsaken underground cavern. The small bags of chips, wrappers of assorted candy bars and empty bottles of both glass and plastic that likely smelled of vodka and collected booze littered around showed he hadn't moved from that spot in a while. A week to be exact. He's worn the same clothes a few days in a row and had only left once to dump himself into the lake for a haphazard wash of them. He hasn't been home. He doesn't want to go back.
Tyki might be a dangerous and overpowered person but he was very much still a man. A family man to be precise. This last little 'event' actually hit him rather hard for once.]
Genocide is one of the most effective routes to obtain something. Not without consequences, mind you, but still effective. To erase an entire town, village, nation or species can affect an entire group of another town, village, nation or species.
It's easy. It's simple. Not as hard as other ways of doing things. [From where he is laying flat on his back he's not looking at the phone but down at the city with his hand unfolding from his stomach to stretch out and face a building or two.] There's not much many of you could do to stop a genocide. It would take one blast to remove a group of houses. Another to ensure it was successful. One cut of a person to severe an entire family. One memory stolen to change someone's life forever.
I hope they are happy as they suckle on my sorrow and cherished love I gave to my loved ones while they were here. I hope they are drinking deep of my rage or my blissful confusion. Just remember it takes just one push to send someone to the edge. I can still do it. I'm still considering it. I'm still angry.
Without this city's inhabitants, you'd have nothing to feed on. You'd exhaust yourself bringing them back. Sure, the Door can bring more. They can come back. But how long until you wither up and die.
[action]
[He's up high given the angle of the camera from his phone. It's propped up enough to show his location if anyone could pinpoint the view from Spire #3. For someone like him it didn't take much to find a crook in the polished stone or a curve to lay against in the oddly shaped spire. A normal man would have to climb or find a window or hole to ease their way out of.
Despite his mood company is highly welcomed even if he'll be a little sour. The mere fact he isn't grinning or smiling like he always is can ascertain something is wrong. He's rather serious and taunting nor will he apologize.]
005 | Video & Action | 24th
Jun. 24th, 2017 12:04 pmunitas[ 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. ]
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. ]
dragonsgraspIs 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.
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.]