vatheon sfc network
December 11th, 2012 
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[The camera starts up shaking and bounding, because whoever is handling it isn't patient enough to keep still. It is focussing on all the snow that has come to cover the island liberally. Without putting himself on screen, Gamzee speaks up]


Aww, shit, will you fuckin' look at this stuff? Ain't it amazing? Just fuckin' amazing. Here! Look, a motherfucker been real motherfuckin' dedicated all like to making these.


[He lifts his camera up a bit higher to show the... oh. He has been making snow angels. Certainly they look a bit shitty and messy, but those are undeniably snow angels. Good job, Gamzee. You are slowly climbing your wintertime funtime accomplishment ladder. A feather in your wintertime cap!]


Did all get my gander on at how to be makin' these beautiful lil' miracles, hahaha, and a brother just hadda be tryin' his fuckin' prong at it himself, you get? Here lemme show.


[He sets down the camera a little unsteadily on a higher snow bank, tromping out into the clearing. Not surprisingly perhaps, but Gamzee's definition of proper winter wear is a little... unorthodox. There is nothing in terms of hats or gloves --though he does have snow in his hair!-- and he seems unnaturally bulky. Probably because he is wearing two hoodies one over the other. He gives the camera a grin and thumbs up. Then he sticks out his arms the side and


GAMZEE, WE DON'T MAKE SNOW ANGELS BY FALLING FACE-FORWARD INTO THE SNOW, OH GOD WHO EVEN LET YOU OFF YOUR LEASH.


Even the camera feels the second-hand embarrassment here, falling over at the sight. Or maybe that is just cause he set it down unsteady like the most shaked up motherfucker. Either way.]



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[Or, in case you want to deal with Gamzee in the very living (but rather cold) flesh, he's hanging around on the island all day.

Looking a little frost-bitten and like he shouldn't ever be allowed to dress himself considering he thinks wearing two hoodies one of the other counts for proper winter wear, Gamzee sure is enjoying himself though. During the first part of the day he can be found making snow angels Gamzee style.

Later on during the day, he's managed to scurry his clown ass a bit further inland, to an area with fresh snow, and he seems rather intend on dumping more snow on an already fairly significant heap of snow. What is he doing? Nobody knows. But you are sure welcome to come join him doing... whatever he is doing.]
beauchevalier: (♦ 33)
[Good day bubble, today on your SFC you will see one templar at coming in and out of one dressing room of two which is situated in one of the many clothing shops in the plaza. His hand has hit his own SFC on without much though, which is why what else can be seen is a mirror and small table between the dressing rooms as well. He also seems to be posing in front of said mirror and coming out in different clothing every time that ranges from this to this and even this. He's making comments too, some examples are "Oh this won't do." and "Ugh! This is awful!" for specifics. His hair that's usually tied up is not for the day either and his ears are sporting a pair of ruby stud earrings. Anyone can see he's having a hard time deciding what outfit to pick too, but finally decides on one as he's done changing back into his regular clothes and holding each one up.]

Hmm... I think I'll go with that gray suit I chose with the red tie and these earrings aren't that terrible either. A nice birthday gift to myself I would say too. Then I can get home, pick up Ib, and we'll be on our way to dinner. [Picks up the SFC, he'll see it's already on and linefaces for a moment before continuing.] Since this obviously was on before I decided to make a call, it seems my words prior were heard. So yes, it's my birthday and I'm going out to dinner with my adopted daughter Ib. Also Ib darling, if you're listening, I hope you're getting ready by the time I'm back at the apartment. [Obviously the world needed to know these facts, right?]

Anyway. I'm still not sure what the big deal with birthdays is about, but I might as well celebrate since people here seem to do that and this will be the first time in years I'm actually enjoying this day. But either way, I've done enough talking so I'll be in touch if anyone needs me. [Then he promptly turns off the feed.]
07:21 pm - Video
closedcircuit: (earnest: look up)
[When the camera switches on, it shows not one, but two people - Serph and Ky. YOU MIGHT HAVE SEEN THEM AROUND BEFORE. Serph’s the same as always, calm and expressionless as he speaks :| ]

This is Serph, leader of the Defense Force. Due to Vatheon’s nature--

[You know, putting people to sleep and returning people to their home worlds. Because the latter’s what happened to all the other leaders of the Defense Force.]

-- it’s unwise to have just one leader. From now on, Ky is also a leader of the Defense Force.

[Ky’s comfortable as a leader. He has, after all, spent most of his adult life and some of his childhood (depending on when various people’s definition of childhood starts) being one. He smiles, earnest and charismatic.]

I hope that I’ll be able to serve well in this capacity. If anyone has any concerns, or general suggestions for improvement, please come to myself or Serph. And if anyone would like to join and hasn’t yet, we’d be happy to have you join the team.

The Defense Force works to protect Vatheon from threats and serves the populace here. Everyone has the capacity to do something to help, if you want.


[Since Ky’s said everything that needs to be said, Serph nods and ends the feed.]
07:31 pm - Voice
not_heavens_adam: (Bai~)
[Hey, it's a sparklepire who hasn't been on the comms in...forever. Fist, he's got a few things to do.]

//Filtered/Private to Rinoa.//

Minea'll be arriving with the keys to TC.

There's no reason it shouldn't be open~
[Because he won't be there to do it.]


//Filtered/Private to the Fais and Sola.//

I found a house I think will be perfect! Minea's running an errand for me, but then she'll come get you and lead you there~ I'll join you later on~

//Filtered/Private to Barry//

[This takes a lot longer to do than he'd been hoping for.]

...Where do you want to meet?

//Open to everyone...except Barry//

So~ All that snow up on the island~? I have a suggestion for it~ Take some of it and fill the bowl half way, add milk, a bit of sugar, and some vanilla~ You'll get something even tastier than ice cream and it's more fun too~~
martelapproves: (Mithos: Depression)
Look, sis...

[ The camera is pointing straight up, and Mithos himself isn't visible in the video. The room shown is clearly Mithos' bedroom, with the curtains drawn; the sole source of light is coming in from the bedroom window. ]

It's snowing. Remember how you loved the snow?

[ His voice is quiet, and it's clear he's been crying. Winter has always been a really hard time of the year for him, and it was why he became depressed in Flanoir and wanted to talk to Noishe. Now, he's reduced to talking to himself; something Kratos had walked in on with Mithos talking to Martel's lifeless body in suspended animation in Cruxis multiple times. ]

You... you showed me how to make a snow angel...

[ His voice starts choking up. For a few more seconds, there's silence. All of a sudden, however, there's a loud crashing noise, and the surface the camera was on was suddenly sent flying, the video feed cutting to static. ]
crabbygenius: (Happy Kitty)
I was wondering if it would snow here.

[From the looks of it, a certain genius is up on the island enjoying a hot cup of cocoa and the winter weather. For once, she can actually enjoy the snow and not worry that it might be hiding something more.. sinister. ]

So, who would like to build a snowman~?

08:38 pm - [video]
symmetrophile: (Default)
Everyone, we're coming up on a very important day, the last of its kind before we turn over to a new year.

As with all such momentous occasions, I think we at the Villa should host a holiday party. On that date, precisely.

[This is actually a message intended for other Villa residents, but whatever, the rest of the bubble will get to enjoy the rare sight of the young reaper looking, dare we say, a little jolly? A little affected by holiday spirit?

Actually, more like he's being a fanboy.]


Of course, I'm speaking of December twenty-first, being the last day of the year that is a perfect palindrome, the numbers of the month being a mirror-image of the date.

[Good old 12/21.

Death the Kid's fingers, gloved and interlaced, tuck up under his chin as he exhales with contentment (and a little longing, that total weirdo), letting out a plume of steam. The moment is abruptly shattered by a snowball planting itself against the side of his head, startling him out of his reverie.

It's a good thing the SFC cuts out when it does. No one should witness the Snowball Retribution Apocalypse (Shinigami Version).]
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