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hollowlyNormally, I would think what I'm about to ask is an odd question, but given the location and the circumstances, maybe not so much.
( this is gonna make for a good first poke at the network, innit, sammy? )
How many of you actually know about monsters? Spirits, things that go bump in the night, that sort of thing? Because where I'm from, they're pretty common, and I've noticed from meeting others here that it isn't that way for everyone.
( which is how it should be, if you ask him. nobody should know that the thing in their closet is real. )
Next question. Would anyone be interested in learning about things like that, and how to protect yourself against them?
( there. it's out there. he's doing a good thing. )
( this is gonna make for a good first poke at the network, innit, sammy? )
How many of you actually know about monsters? Spirits, things that go bump in the night, that sort of thing? Because where I'm from, they're pretty common, and I've noticed from meeting others here that it isn't that way for everyone.
( which is how it should be, if you ask him. nobody should know that the thing in their closet is real. )
Next question. Would anyone be interested in learning about things like that, and how to protect yourself against them?
( there. it's out there. he's doing a good thing. )
004 [Text] | Late 4/8
Apr. 8th, 2016 08:16 pmthechoiceisyours[Hopefully everyone has recovered from their hangovers and energy drink comas by now, but if not he's using text to be courteous. Also because it's really late, and because this message works better in text anyway.]
So this isn't exactly a huge important development or whatever, but if your usual texting back home involved emojis I'm sure you'll be ecstatic to know that you can send them here now, too.
[There's a link to install a small program on the phones, which enables a smiling face, a scowling face, and a hand giving the finger.]
Options are kind of limited to happy, unhappy, and pissed off, but never fear. Any additional emoji requests can be submitted to Emily, who I'm sure will totally love fulfilling them for you since she's the master artist here; I just do the scripting. Definitely request as many inane emojis as you could possibly want. Make sure to ask her every time you talk to her if they're done yet, too.
[Sorry Emily. Harmless revenge is sweet.]
So yeah. Have fun.
So this isn't exactly a huge important development or whatever, but if your usual texting back home involved emojis I'm sure you'll be ecstatic to know that you can send them here now, too.
[There's a link to install a small program on the phones, which enables a smiling face, a scowling face, and a hand giving the finger.]
Options are kind of limited to happy, unhappy, and pissed off, but never fear. Any additional emoji requests can be submitted to Emily, who I'm sure will totally love fulfilling them for you since she's the master artist here; I just do the scripting. Definitely request as many inane emojis as you could possibly want. Make sure to ask her every time you talk to her if they're done yet, too.
[Sorry Emily. Harmless revenge is sweet.]
So yeah. Have fun.
Reflect What You Are [video]
Apr. 1st, 2016 09:11 pmwormintheglass[It's not that Bianca hasn't been enjoying the party. She's been everywhere, but fleetingly: pouring drinks, drinking toasts, absorbing the ambience, drinking some more. She has made no effort to take centre stage - till now.
It's during the last days, when everyone is feeling the worse for wear and the riotousness has died down some, that Bianca appears on the network.
She is not on a stage, not using one of the karaoke machines. She's in her house, the lights low, and one of her pet hyenas props her back up while the other acts as a footrest. She has an open bottle of tequila in one hand, and the carcasses of several empties lie around her. When she stares into the video feed, the unfocused look in her eyes suggests that standing up might currently be beyond her power. Her mirror lies on her lap.
Instead of speaking, Bianca starts to sing. Her voice is deep, powerful and true, and she doesn't speak until the song is finished.]
My cavemates. My friends. I fell here from a great ship between the stars, one just as inescapable and dark as these tunnels, just as full of monsters.
It had its own mirror, its own equal and opposing force. I shall not bore you with the tale of the two ships' struggle for dominance, of how I changed sides and fought at my own side for love and redemption.
[She says these words with derisive emphasis, and then smiles.]
I was sure I would die. What does one do, after one's great heroic sacrifice is rejected? After one wakes from the final battlefield to find oneself on another battlefield, ridden by yet more gods and monsters?
[She answers her own question by raising her bottle shakily to take another deep swallow.]
I am Bianca. Tell me, my children, where did you arrive here from? Where is your home?
It's during the last days, when everyone is feeling the worse for wear and the riotousness has died down some, that Bianca appears on the network.
She is not on a stage, not using one of the karaoke machines. She's in her house, the lights low, and one of her pet hyenas props her back up while the other acts as a footrest. She has an open bottle of tequila in one hand, and the carcasses of several empties lie around her. When she stares into the video feed, the unfocused look in her eyes suggests that standing up might currently be beyond her power. Her mirror lies on her lap.
Instead of speaking, Bianca starts to sing. Her voice is deep, powerful and true, and she doesn't speak until the song is finished.]
My cavemates. My friends. I fell here from a great ship between the stars, one just as inescapable and dark as these tunnels, just as full of monsters.
It had its own mirror, its own equal and opposing force. I shall not bore you with the tale of the two ships' struggle for dominance, of how I changed sides and fought at my own side for love and redemption.
[She says these words with derisive emphasis, and then smiles.]
I was sure I would die. What does one do, after one's great heroic sacrifice is rejected? After one wakes from the final battlefield to find oneself on another battlefield, ridden by yet more gods and monsters?
[She answers her own question by raising her bottle shakily to take another deep swallow.]
I am Bianca. Tell me, my children, where did you arrive here from? Where is your home?