vatheon sfc network
September 4th, 2012 
kissedgoldfrog: (Madison What is this?)
[Hello Bubble! You are welcome by one cyborg dog who was the one who turned on the camera. It appears he's lying on someone's bed, obviously his caretaker. So that means she has no idea the damn thing's recording. This'll be fun.

And Madison steps out of the closet area and into the camera's view wearing a rather beautiful ballgown and mask. This is not normal for the ranger because she's never had anything like it before.]


It's beautiful...wish he delivered it when I was here instead of leaving it in the house. It's kind of creepy.

[Sacra just lets out a small bark as reply.]

Aren't you supposed to be the guard dog?

[She sounds like she's playful rather than upset.]

Well, at least it was Johnny instead of some other person. You would've got them, right?
12:29 pm - Voice
[This place was bizarre, at best. Ultimately, he could work with his surroundings, but when it started messing with him (like forcing him into a coma for no reason) that made him worry.

When he first woke up, he spent a good 5 minutes panicking and then another 15 checking himself over before he remembered that people had made posts about 'waking up.' This must have been what they were referring to.

It didn't ease his mind at all. How dare this place rule over him?]

[When he addressed the network, however, his voice was as calm, collected, and smooth, as ever.]


I believe many of you have experienced something akin to a 'coma' while in this place.

I am curious to know: exactly how often does this occur and have there been any noted warning signs or lingering symptoms afterwards?

[A pause.]

Thank you for your time.
sorcery_fledgling: (neutral but smilin)
[Have a chipper Rinoa, Vatheon!]

Hello fellow bubble dwellers~ First of all, thanks to everyone who came to the party two weeks ago! It was a blast, and it looked like everyone had a fun time. [Even the birthday boy.] And extra thanks to those that helped set up. You guys made it a lot easier for me.

Secondly, who's all going to the masquerade ball this Saturday? I'm definitely going, and I'm sure a bunch of others are, but I kind of wanted to see who all would be there. On the off chance you didn't hear about it, Johnny Rayflo along with The Golden Victory Club will be hosting a masquerade ball this Saturday! It's a formal affair, but you get to wear a mask like this. [She holds up her mask to show.] It's a fun chance to get dressed up and dance! So, you should definitely come if you can make it!

((Filtered private message to Squall:))

I know you've had it hard lately with running the Force solo, but I think you should go Saturday night. You need a night off. [Knowing Squall, he's probably hardly given himself a break since Serph went home.] Besides, I need a date. All you'd need is to get a tux or something to wear. I'll find you a mask.

Please? [Don't make her try to "charm" you again.]
theinfamous1412: (I just lost us 2000 house points!)
Hey Vatheon! Guess what!

I have a girlfriend!

[ He just... he had to tell someone. ]
07:46 pm - 02; video/action
lunaria: (02)
Hey, Vatheon. Been pretty crazy lately, huh? Hear me out for a sec.

I was thinking, [he pulls out a flute, twirls it, then with its tip taps the communicator screen:] it's been a while since I did anything with this. Music is life, y'know? I'll be around the park after this, so if you want to knock out some tunes or watch, c'mon by.

Oh, and you guys who got the brush techniques a while back: how 'bout some group practice? I bet most of you're still wondering what the deal was. Lucky for you, you've got me! I'll teach you all there's to know about 'em!

[With a confident pound of his chest, Kurow closes the feed with a nod.]

action;

[True to his word, Kurow moves himself to the park after the broadcast, where he'll be hovering about with his flute raised. The tune he plays is significantly mellower to his comparatively upbeat attitude, resembling something of old Japan. Once in a while, he stops to take a quick break, during which he points his instrument to the nearest passerby.]

How was that? Pretty good, huh?
08:00 pm - [083] - [Voice]
wavesoakedlegs: ([Se] Through my eyes stare into me)
I should apologise to those who know me; I have not been around for two weeks thanks to another bout of the cursed sleep. Only a few months ago it affected me, so to have it happen again so soon is rather... frustrating.

[Despite his words, Mitsuhide sounds rather calm, overall. He has spent so long in Vatheon now that the cursed sleep does not bother him quite as much as it once did. There are far worse things, after all.]

I awoke two days ago, however, and am now mostly recovered.

[Awoke just in time to be cursed, though he is not going to bring that up willingly. It's the reason he didn't post to the network earlier.]

There is no need for any concern, I assure you, though I will likely have to give this 'masquerade ball' a miss.

[A pause, and then he adds:]

There are plenty of pokemon trainers here in Vatheon now, and I wish to ask for your advice on something. How does one reassure a jealous pokemon? I have tried my best to assure Miyuki that my Lord Motochika is no threat to her, but it does not seem to be working very well...
mad_puppeteer: (Come Ignis)
[The video comes on to show Relius sitting in the Plaza. He is on one of the many benches that litter the place. He stares at the camera for a moment to confirm it is on them speaks.]

I am in need of assistants. I wish to run a few tests on my Battle Doll to ensure she has taken no damage due to being dragged into this world against our will. I require several volunteers for these tests. I also request those to volunteer to not hold back during the proceedings. Anything but the full extent of anyone's power will render the data I collect useless.

That is all.
immoralflame: (| Chill)
[He's been mulling over it for a while, this whole lab on the island thing. The information Rita revealed's also been turned over in his head.

He's run more theories than he cares to consider through it, done more equations (mathematical and not, hypothetical, things considered more quantum than either math or science) than he has in years to try for sense. Didn't explain origins. Didn't explain the crossover. Didn't explain rationale (but then, that was the problem with science--loads of people forgot the reasons or went with sudden changes of heart). So after determining that there just isn't enough data for him to run on (and he's known that, just gone ahead and given it a shot for the Hell of it), Sol flips the feed on his SFC on for the first time since his arrival.

Goddamn bubble making him do something akin to socializing. Not his favourite past time, guys.

Cigarette hanging from his lips and settled in his apartment up against a wall, Sol fixes the screen with an implacable expression. Something like calculating but altogether too lazy to really be that.]


Who's been to th'lab and left with anythin'?

[Not that he wants it directly through the network; depends how many idiots have been carelessly transferring it via the service, though. Then again, it could be that the whole thing's been orchestrated, anyway. Hn...]
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