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| [First thing in the frame is... a... well, it's Peony, sprawled out and flopped across his bed. He waves, which shows off the craft project he's been working on off and on for a while. Look, he's pretty sure he can't have the real thing in the apartment, lest Jade threaten to get rid of it in some unsavoury (or threatened very savoury, sob) manner, so a plush... pig... rabbit... thing (as far as most are probably concerned; to those from Auldrant, it's pretty obvious what it is!) is as close as he's gonna get.]
So how do you guys feel about pets?
[...yes, a post made at some ridiculous hour of the night. Shh. When a curse is going on (though he's blissfully unaffected, it seems like).] |
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| [The SFC is set up hastily, deposited with a clatter on something, and the first thing shown is both the noise of someone still setting it up and then a blur as it tries to focus on something. This isn't an accidental broadcast though. Just a shitty one.
Eventually the feed clears enough though and... what a sight.
The first thing that is gonna be noticeable is the fact that Gamzee somehow managed to come into the possession of a pair of wings. Almost akin to butterfly wings, they beat cheerily behind his back as he bobs a little inexpertly in the air.
The second thing that may be noticeable is that... he really isn't wearing much. Underwear, yes. Thank god for underwear. Lets build a shrine to it, it deserves it. Beyond that, not a stitch though. He had just been far too excited by this glorious happenance to think about putting on pants. And one of his normal shirts obviously wasn't going to work with the wings.
Those with good eyes might notice a large, slash shaped scar on his chest, but it is pretty hard to spot with how wildly he still bobs in the air.]Motherfuck, check this the fuck out! [His voice breaks a little in sheer excitement whoops, puberty as he tries to turn over in mid air to show off his wings more. He doesn't quite manage --apparently flying is harder than it looks-- and in the end he ends up making half a somersault, but eh, screw it. His back his now to the camera and that is what he wanted. Who cares if he is gracelessly hanging upside down.]This place is so fuckin' tight, all going and laying this kind of beauty on a motherfucker. Karkat-- Wait, he's asleep. Tavros! Tavros, my dude, are you seeing this? Did you fuckin' land you some too? Hahaha, this is so cool. [He flips over again, still laughing, all mirth and joy and there is just one thing that really stands out at this point.
He is not wearing any face paint.
And he has freckles.
Wait, that's two things.] |
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| this curse is dumb i cant talk[Yup, Sola woke up this morning a mute as a mouse in church. Not that any of the mice he's met have been mute, but that's the analogy.]i guess i have to type for the hole week an i no my speling isnt to good so im sorry i will try and keep using my dictionary[At least the typos have decreased thanks to Dirk installing a bigger keyboard, but punctuation is totally a skill he hasn't mastered.]i was thinking it coud be fun to type in colors though can anybody teech me how toajjf(%lj!@[The text turns unintelligible and suddenly the video's on instead, showing a very affronted Sola trying to keep his SFC away from a clearly unwelcome guest.]Whatareyoudoing?WhatdoesthisthingdowithallthebuttonsandweirdpicturesI'veneverseenanythinglikeitbeforestopkeepingitawayIjustwanttosee![She talks a mile a minute so have fun figuring out what she's saying.
Fairies, man. Fairies.] |
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| [The broadcast gets a noisy start right off the bat. Whatever is happening, Rin is apparently in a panic and has knocked his SFC and several other things off the end table in his flailing. The crash of things hitting the ground is followed by a frantic yell.]
--n't see! MAKA! DAD?! Fuck--!
[Even being "blinded" (he's not, he just hasn't figured out that the little spots of light he's seeing amongst the darkness is actually soul perception) he tries to get up, but as the SFC shows, those items that he knocked off the end table are perfectly placed to trip him up in his current state. There's a loud cry for him as he goes crashing to the ground, still dressed in a tee-shirt and sweatpants since he just woke up to this nonsense.
He gropes about until his hand finally covers the SFC, blacking it out for a minute until he can get it facing forward. His eyes look a little strange - still blue but with the pupils sort of dilated in an unnatural state. They dart around frantically, though he really can't see anything except for those glowing lights that seem to be all over the place for him.]
I can't-- ... I hope this thing is on 'cause... w-well I'unno what's happenin', I'unno what I did wrong but I can't see! There's just... lights...
[Yeah, he's properly panicking. This isn't good. Being blinded is a punishment, isn't it?! He has no idea if his SFC is even recording so he just gives it up, getting to his feet with it still in his hands. Even blinded he's going to attempt to walk through the Villa, hoping to find somebody that can help him.]
Kid?! Yukio?! Somebody, help me please...
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| [ There's a dissipating shower of purple flecks behind Walter, this time with more black and belts, when the feed comes on. More than that, half the trademark severity from his features has gone—he's clearly not in the mood to punch someone's lungs out. Which is new.] Vatheon—[ he grasps the cloth wrapped around his hair and pulls it off, suddenly seeing no point in it. His tone is softer from its usual guttural gruffness.] . . . What's a soul? action;[ After a moment of waiting, Walter cranes his neck to the side. He hasn't come to the abandoned village in months; the area's about the same as the images his memories convey him. And now, he's a little more keen about disregarding appearances to dig around.
He slides in and out of the broken buildings, taking a moment to wander each interior before moving onto the next. His hands are smeared with grime in minutes, and he rubs the flat of his fingertips against his thumb at a juncture. It's all so familiar in a way, yet he feels nothing more than . . . apathy.
People lived here, once. Probably.
Outside, he leans against what remains of a wall and looks up, his arms crossed.] |
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| [ Zidane is looking very distressed when he turns his SFC on. Just like completely and totally not happy and energetic. He's quite obviously still huddled up under a blanket on a very messy bed. Totally the opposite of his usual sunshiny temperament. ]
I've... I've been robbed...! Has anyone else found themselves missing something important? Because my tail... it's GONE!
[ He... he almost sobs. ]
Granted I'm like a foot and a half taller right now... and I've been thinking lately that it'd be neat to be taller like most of the other people around here... but not at this cost...!
[THE FOLLOWING IS FILTERED FROM ALL GIRLS BECAUSE OMG SO EMBARRASSING.]
And uh.. if anyone out there has some pants they can maybe let me borrow that would be really great. Because none of my stuff fits at the moment and even I'm not gonna go out butt naked.
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa--! [Ok, the last time this happened was a very long time ago and omg it's happening again what does he even do with this. Where's Tinkerbell when you need her?
Looks like he'll be flying solo this time. And by flying, we actually do mean flying.
The only reason the communicator is even on right now is because he's dropped it mid flight, but thankfully nothing looks to be damaged. So you should be able to see a blur of black and red fly right past the screen when Axel swoops down to pick the communicator back up and point it towards him. Is that a trail of sparkles following behind him?
... Yeah. But you're probably jealous.]Well, this isn't all that bad. [Said as he nearly goes crashing into a tree.]Crap! (( ooc: Thanks to Pan's suggestion, Axel can now fly... but he also cannot lie. TAKE GREAT ADVANTAGE OF THIS WHILE YOU CAN. )) |
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| [an SFC just comes on, in the middle of... what looks like a yellow-orange dinosaur smacking his head against the screen]
I don't understand this! What's going on?! Why can't I get in Aniki's digivice...?! And why does it look so weird?!
[the screen moves back, giving the viewer a look at the place he's in... Villa residents would recognize it as Masaru's very messy room, with said individual laying asleep and sprawled out on his bed]
Aniki! Please wake up! I don't understand what's going on! How did we even get here anyway?!
((For the curse, Masaru has regained Agumon. Except... he hasn't woken up quite yet, either, so he doesn't know it. Additionally, Masaru has lost his skill and knowledge of how to fight, but it'll take a bit for him to figure that out. But for now, enjoy this very confused digimon :) )) |
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| [ooc: Meenah has gained psionics like Condesce senpai but as a loss she's now cursed with flushed feels for Cronus, Cronus has gained Meenah as a flushcrush but he's lost the ability to do or think anything remotely sexual. He's still, unfortunately, annoying as hell.]
[The feed clicks on and all you see at first is Cronus's beautiful mug with a grin on it. He looks happier than he has any right to be, which ought to alarm just about everyone. But it doesn't stay pointed at his face for long. He moves it around and points it at someone else- one Meenah Peixes, who currently has her back to the camera.]Hey angelfish, vwhy don't you say hello to the camera?[Meenah turns to look over her shoulder, narrowing her red and blue eyes suspiciously. She's looking a hell of a lot like a psionic now.]Water you filming for, dummy? [The insult is rude, but it doesn't seem as malicious as usual.][Because the camera is pointed at Meenah, you can't see Cronus shrugging, though the camera shakes slightly because of it.]I just thought evweryone should see howv attractivwe you are, vwith all your new powver! Don't you think?Huh. [And she's actually considering that.] That ain't such a bad idea, Cropora! I havwe those sometimes, you knowv!Check it, bitches.[She's just going to affectionately use these new powers to flick rolled up balls of paper at Cronus and the camera. Unfortunately, she's new at this, so less than half of them manage to hit either Cronus or the camera.]Scrod dammit. [She tried.] Ey, pretty boy, pick 'em up and hand 'em back, yeah?[As she flicks the balls of paper at him, he lets out little 'Mmf!' noises and the camera twitches every time he's hit by one. But he's patient and doesn't dodge them. When she's finally done and tells him to do that, he just lets out a laugh.]Vwill you givwe me something in return? Like... a hug, maybe? Or a kiss on the cheek?[He and the camera are going to get a very long stare as she considers it.] Aight. Switch the camera off and hop to it, asshoal.[He doesn't even hesitate, turning the camera off and abruptly ending the broadcast.
Did Cronus get his hug? The world may never know.]( Action: Plaza ) |
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