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| [It looks like the Strider residence has adopted a new bird into their family. A cockatiel is resting on Davesprite's shoulder, looking very pleased with itself.]I found him in my room flying about like a little asshole. I can only guess that it was either Dirk or Bro who was the culprit in this case. Whichever one of you did it, fuck you, too. [He doesn't really seem terribly angry about it, just slightly annoyed as he rubs the bird's beak.]Anyway, his name's Pájaro. He likes listening to Spanish and his favorite treat is a green grape, but he'll go for a red one if it's offered. His favorite song is the Tetris theme. Oh, and someone taught him to bite if anyone says kiss twice. So don't do it. ( Locked to: Bro, Dirk, Nanaki, Leo, Rose, Death the Kid, John, Roxy, Jade ) |
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| [...Okay, she was crying, so being wet as a result is to be expected. But she was almost certain that her front yard hadn’t been turned into a lake, so this...being soaked through business is a little alarming. Enough so that she looks up, tears beginning to fade as the shock sets in.
...That’s not her house. Not at all.
Jane Crocker is getting really tired of this stupid game and its stupid shenanigans! She just wants to go home and cry into a pillow about stupid boys! Is that too much to ask?!
Apparently! Because now she’s soaking wet in the middle of, what, some town she’s never seen? With...with people in it?
People?
The burning frustration and sadness in her gut starts to melt away. None of this is adding up. She hasn’t seen anybody but her friends (and that kooky clown) for months. Certainly everyone has passed-- that’s what Dirk and Roxy told her, right? So...who are these people?
The Mystery of the Ghosts of a Dead Planet sounds like a good title, Jane thinks. So good that she ought to write it down to tell Roxy later, um, after Roxy is done being mad at her for what she said. Jane reaches into her sylladex for a computer and-- oh, that’s right. She sorta just smashed the one she had. But...wait. No, there’s one in here? A phone thing?
...A starfish?
Jane makes her way to one side, ignoring the people-who-might-be-ghosts-who-knows-with-this-game-really for the time being. She’s got bigger fish to fry, basically literally. After some fiddling, Jane solves at least one mystery and manages to type out a message:]
Roxy? Dirk? Jake? I can’t seem to put in any names on this thing, so I’m hoping it’s just sort of...broadcasting. Um. If anybody else is reading this, my name is Jane and I’m not sure where I am! Also I’m getting a little cold.
[After a long, painful pause, she adds:]
Dad?
[And with that, decides to do some observation while she waits for responses, wandering around the plaza as inconspicuously as possible while still dripping wet.] |
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| [ Most people upon waking up soaking wet in an entirely unfamiliar place would be a touch freaked out. Isaac was not normal people. Quite the opposite. He was absolutely THRILLED and eager to explore. He barely minded that he was soaking wet and entirely unpresentable looking. He's never seen such an amazing city before! He was fairly certain it was underwater as well. How such a fantastic city was constructed like this he hadn't a clue. But he was willing to bet it was magic. That answer rarely failed him. Okay it failed him quite a bit but he was fairly confident this time!
As he walked around he couldn't help but fiddle with the strange star shaped device he found after waking up. It had to do SOMETHING... but what he couldn't fathom. After poking at the buttons a little a panel in the center lit up! He was convinced then that this was some sort of magical device. He also didn't quit know what most of the options were intended for so he poked around until the word 'recording' flashed atop the panel. ]
Recording? So.. this is magically recording what I tell it?
[ It seemed plausible! The best way to find out would be to test it... Maybe he could do a sort of journal entry! Except speak it instead of write it. Because if his theory was correct, and he was fairly certain it was, this device would record his words for him! ]
So I should start as such... hmm... ah of course, I'll go with the classic.
Dear Journal! I've found myself once again in a mysterious land, though sadly without the accompaniment of my good friend William this time. I'm fairly certain I'm not in Hell again as the smell in the air is fairly different, though that's not to say that different parts of Hell don't smell like different things and I've only been to few places there. It certainly seems too pretty to be Hell though. I think perhaps I've stumbled into the land of Faerie, though I haven't met any locals yet to confirm. Perhaps even I've found the legendary Atlantis as the city appears to be under water...
...Hmm... So how do I check to see if it's recorded my dictation properly...?
[ Oh Isaac. If only you hadn't been too distracted to check the flyer in you pocket you wouldn't be looking so silly about now. ]
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| I had every intention to make my network debut far sooner than this; however, Vatheon seemed to have other plans for me. For those of you that have not met me before, my name is Rose. I've been informed that I've been here in the past, but I have no recollection of such an event. Please excuse me if I do not recognize you. For those of you that I saw when I first arrived several weeks ago, thank you for not admonishing me and my rather abysmal choices. I would be hard pressed to say that I have fully recovered from the events of that day, but I am working on it. Then there was the whole curse business that occurred just as I was settling in to a routine here. The effects of which were quite disorientating once things returned to "normal." I can only assume that it has affected many of you in a similar way. If you need anyone to talk to about those events or anything else that might be bothering you, I am all ears. |
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| [As time goes on in Vatheon, Maka finds it much easier to ignore the silliness happening around her (well, unless it's Very Dire, in any case and absolutely needs her attention) so when the feed flips on she doesn't seem worried or irritable or even a little upset, just slightly sheepish.]
Ah...hello, everyone! I haven't been on the network in a while, I think, so...I'm going to try and get back into the habit?
[Though the problem, and she knows this is a problem, is she doesn't have very many interesting things to say or even anything particularly relevant to ask, so she plainly doesn't know what else to say next.]
Um, so, has anybody read any good books lately?
[Thus she will default it to a subject she's more than familiar with (besides souls).] |
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| For those of you who might give a fuck, Jake English is gone from the bubble again. The kid's going to earn himself a title of flighty broad, at this rate. Maybe the third time's the charm, if our "great and powerful God" deigns to deliver him a third time. I rather suspect that it's too busy quoting Dirty Harry at us and our delightful circumstance.
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| [What better way to celebrate being home from the clinic than to--]
You know, it's really jarring being away from home for years, then going back for what feels like hours, then coming back again and realizing you were gone for three days. You see people that you haven't actually seen in a long time and it feels like you see them every day, so it's not important, but then you come back and realize that it is.
[--Say something stupid and rambling, okay maybe she's still a little out of it from the whole insanity thing.
Or this is some weird reacharound way of saying she misses her dad.]
I don't know. I don't get it. If Vatheon wants me to see those idiots, then why doesn't bring them here?
[Okay, maybe a reacharound way of saying she misses everyone and to work past her lingering jitters.]
Also, memo to everyone: being in the hospital still sucks and the food's terrible. |
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| [The image is actually focused on a multitude of robot puppies all wagging their tails in unison when the SFC clicks on--then the camera pans over to Jade, who smiles brightly at the screen.]
Hello, question!
[A pause as she twitches her ears, then laughs.]
Not the invasive "tell the truth, sucker, or I'll gut ya!" question, just a general interest gauge question! Now see, I created these robot puppies for the purpose of giving them to people that are defenseless to adopt--yes, these pups are equipped with weapons, but that is beside the point! What I am wondering is if anyone would be interested in adopting these pups I have right now, or possibly me making more robots. I do not want to pretend I'm a super awesome robot maker or anything, but I know my way around some tech!
That's all, thank you for listening! |
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| So uh, don't get me wrong, I'm pretty amazing with my hands, if you'd like a demonstration I'll be happy to give it, but- Heh well, uhh... it's been a while since I brushed up on my swordsmanship.
Think any of you would be cool with giving a troll a hand to hand polishing up? Normally I lean towards the more heavy duty, but something with a little more speed, accuracy, and less weight wouldn't be too bad, I just need to brush up. |
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| [ Guess who had slept through the bubble getting fixed? Well, she's awake now and not entirely pleased with what she woke up to. ]
Oh no, why did you have to go and ruin the bubble? I was having a great glubbing time. And it's not like it was a problem to have it flooded, not when you could all float down here in your silly short blue dresses if you wanted.
You all had to wait until I was taking a little nap under the waves and then POW, you drydocked me!
It's just so rude! |
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