[That is one close up face in that feed there. Hello Vatheon, meet the Lord of Chaos himself. Also known as Klarion. To be honest the last thing this guy remembers is helping out Savage. The next thing he knows he's waking up in a place that looks like the atlanian's city, with a disgruntle Teekl sitting on his chest and yowling at him.

However that was yesterday. After some exploration and a handy little pamphlet he has decided this could be a lot more fun than he had originally expected.]

Well hello meat bags of Vatheon.

[The grin on his face is wide and obviously a little unstable. As he backs up he reaches a hand up to scratch Teekl behind the ear.]

Merow.

Yes Teekl I was getting to that.

Merow....

Yes I know! [He huffed before continuing, grinning once more.] Just a heads up, the chaos starts now.

[Oh if only he knew how chaotic Vatheon could really be. As it is he doesn't...]

[Latula's shivering when she flicks on her video, huddled under a pile of fuzzy blankets that have different patterns on them. Bees, honeycombs, skateboards - it's obvious who these blankets belong to, though the Captor in question is nowhere to be seen.]

Hey, fellow seadwellers! 'Tuna's off bein' a Captor and doin' exclusively Captor-y things, which leaves me here at the hive, n' I'm still really freakin' cold! I was cold when I woke up this morning, even. [There's a small pout on her lips, because she hadn't expected to wake up cold, not with her matesprit's lanky body wrapped around her.] What's the deal here, kids? Is it always freezing here? Because I gotta tell ya, I'm a creature of - well, maybe not warmth exactly, but this chill isn't even close to my preferred definition of 'cool'!

[There's still water dripping from her hair as she strides through the city, poking at the communicator she'd discovered in her pocket upon arrival in this new place. Not one to sit still, Latula's still moving when she finally finds the right button to flip the communicator on, and the first thing it broadcasts is her overly-pleased smile.]

Ah! There's a fancy new trick for a fancy new place and a fancy new bloodpusher.

[She sounds excited. It's why she's moving - the idea of remaining motionless when she's been dropped into somewhere new and different (and being granted life, how crazy is that) after a few thousand years of the same-old-same-old is laughable. If she wasn't walking, she'd be bouncing in place.]

I'm assumin' this thing is sending my awesome mug to other things? Hello? [She taps at the communicator.] Anybody reading me?

(ooc: backdated to be posted early in curse week, but be sure to bother him as the week goes on)

[When the SFC first turns on, all that is visible is red and white. As it slowly backs away, more of the hat is visible to show alternating stripes and a white brim atop Mr. D's curly black-purple hair. No more of his face is shown than the bridge of his nose, but his eyes are narrowed in extreme displeasure]

I demand an explanation for this outrage.
I warn you I'm someone you don't want to enrage.

[The feed comes into view, as Wallace is now staring at the screen and rather red in the face. He has a hat on his head, which looks like a jester's hat. The look on his face shows that he isn't very happy at all, as he tries to yank it off with his free hand.]

Is anyone else having trouble with so called hats appearing out of no where? I went to put this jester's hat on just for amusement and now....I can't get it off! Can anyone shed light on this? As, it's.....rather annoying, to say the least.

[The hat was bright red and yellow striped with bells attached at the end. He really did look the fool.]

H3Y 50
H0W3 D0 YU0 N0 WH3N 7H0M30N3 17H G01NG 700 83 R34LLY R33L7Y G0N3
0R D0 7H3Y JU7H7 D17H54P33R


[Translation: hey so
how do you know when someone is going to be really really gone
or do they just disappear]

[ 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!

[ as newcomers are now arriving on the island, that's where Jasdero ended up. Though as luck would have it, he ended up face down in the sand. The SFC falls out of his jacket (as he has absolutely no pockets on those pants (if one could call them pants) and flips on. He fiddles with the sfc, showing video of him upside down, sideways, then the sky and sea. ]

Starfish thing! Dero is lost, heeee~!

[ but being lost isn't the worst thing right now. He's without his twin, Devit. The two were inseparable until now. It's like he's missing part of himself. ]

Where is Dero? Where is Devit? Dero is very lost, heeeeee~~

[ action: Jasdero is along the shoreline. He looks like this (on the left) ]

[[ooc: i need a journal tag, pls.]]

[The first thing the video shows is a lot of bottles of soda, countless of bottle of shitty sugar drink stuck in the sand, most full, but some partway empty already. All the colours are just mixed together, cream soda next to fruit punch next to moon mist. It would be a glorious social commentary on the state of the world if it wasn't just basically a display of sugar and corn syrup in plastic bottles arranged by a demented clown.

Gamzee is seated behind his bottle horde, legs crossed, and looking every bit as relaxed as he always does. As if there is absolutely nothing going on. A little bit behind him sits a pile of horns. He's pulling out all the stops here.]


Aight, I got my understanding on here at the fuckin' fact being that a load of you motherfuckers are feeling that motherfuckin' unrestfulness all up in your husks I guess over what has been going the fuck down. But damn, motherfucker, I tell you ain't nothing the fuck what you gotta be having those worries at, okay? It's not important. Just gotta keep your nug right on your motherfuckin' shoulders. Stuff'll be okay, it always will be. There's miracles coming up, I just know it.

But shit, I still just can't up and abide by seeing my good motherfuckin' bros feeling so motherfuckin' disrelaxed. That just fuckin' gets me right the fuck in here, you know.


[He touches his chest, before reaching in front of him to pick up a bottle of faygo, holding it up.]


So see, I'm making you bros a fine fuckin' deal. Only the finest motherfucking elixir for helping motherfuckers refind their chillness again and a righteous pile for hitting your motherfuckin' zone on at. A dude'd have to motherfuckin' panrot to be lettin' shit like this go for free, right? That's easy 420 boonies worth of platitude what I am offering here, haha, maybe even 421, cause fuck I just don't all know where I'm gonna be getting more elixir when I'm all out, you know what I'm saying?


[Cause yes, that the major concern here.]


But for all your fine-ass peeps, I'm willing to up and let this stuff go for free. Wouldn't feel right to make you dudes pay, right? So any of you bros what does feel up for it, just all come on down at Gamzee's motherfuckin' land of chilling and relaxing and we is gonna have us a motherfuckin' blast here.