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| [The video clicks on to a thoughtful looking Matthew--maybe a little melancholic, but definitely thoughtful. He's got a bottle of milk next to him, and seems to be...sitting on a rooftop.]
Hey.
I know we all get stuck here and wonder about our captors and all, trust me, I wonder too.
But today's a holiday, did you know? I didn't know either, because it's not a holiday in my world.
[A contemplative look at the bottle of milk before he continues.]
...Someone else here taught me about it.
Ever heard of Tanabata? I don't know much about it, but I guess it's worth celebrating.
[And he lifts the bottle of milk in a bit of an ironic toast.]
Have you guys learned anything from the people around you? You might as well not waste the trip. |
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| I've been laying low since I arrived here, watching you people on the network, learning what I could about this place. I've watched the bubble go crazy with a body swapping curse, watched friends, acquaintances, lovers, enemies find each other after being torn to this new reality. I've watched ad-hoc cross-dimensional families discuss their plans for the evening. I've watched trolls hate flirting, magicians planning, and self described geniuses trapped in some sort of Moriarty and Holmes like mental cat and mouse. Mostly I've watched people go about their lives, their relationships, their hobbies. Very few of you seem to be at all concerned with what this place is, or how it works. So many of you are focused on the here and now. I've learned what I can from passive observation, I think. I have decided it's time to start writing again. It's time for me to do my job and get out there, back on the streets.
My name is Spider Jerusalem, and I am a journalist. I write articles for a living. I write about the things that make us, society as a whole, great. I write about the things that make us pathetic and disgusting and worthless.
I write about The Truth.
( Continue reading 'It Could Be Worse - 01' )
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| ( ooc: Forward-dated to the morning of the 26th! )
[Kurow has been in Vatheon for about an hour, but only now is he actually beginning to regain consciousness. He's lying on his back when he opens his eyes slowly, and his whole body is aching something fierce. He's also a little wet, which is odd.
Groaning, he rolls over onto his side, during which the StarFish Communicator in his pocket tumbles out and starts its unintentional broadcast. The screen is at a poor angle, however, and Kurow's elbow as he props himself on it blocks the view. The sound of objects falling over with a soft thud catches.]
What the . . .
[Muffled mumbling somewhere in the distance grows louder until someone else joins in on the recording. Who turned this thing on? the voice demands, C'mere, you . . . Suddenly, Kurow moves, knocking the Communicator over -- and showing a blur of many, many porcelain doll faces -- as he backs himself against the glass window. The Communicator lands at another awkward angle where the marble eyes of a pretty doll stare back at the viewer.
More talking.]
No, you don't understand -- dude, my back is clean. I ain't some toy with a gear!
[Is this thing broken? I haven't heard it say "I love you" once!
Passersby may bear witness to this commotion in the front display of a shop in the middle district. Please, save the boy.] |
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| [When Zelda first wakes up, her immediate instinct is to take a bath, and that is exactly what she does. It's not until an hour later (and much cleaner) that she bothers to talk to other people. After that, she picks up her SFC to make a video post, looking a little disoriented.]
I do apologize if I worried anyone. I suppose it was only a matter of time before I fell into a sleep coma as well. Has anything of interest happened in the past two weeks? I would appreciate hearing about it. - Tags:colette brunel, denzel crocker, dhaos, duke pantarei, gamzee makara, guy cecil, kanaya maryam, link (ocarina of time), matthew, rin okumura, tatsumi seiichirou, tsuzuki asato, zelda (ocarina of time)
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| so dose anyone kno where i cn get a instrction manuel on this thing
[Or a grammar book? The lessons Atem ignored while Yuugi was in class!
After a second and a bit of flickering, sound cuts in with a bit of clattering, and then video. A tanned hand comes into view, bound up in a leather wrist cuff and a few bracelets, a thumb ring, and it lifts the device back up from where it's fallen. ...And Atem is just kind of staring at the device that's probably in his hands. Oh! He blinks a couple times, red eyes wide, but eventually... All of him seems to sag--expression, shoulders, and even his hair. The embodiment of Horus sighs, reaching up to furiously scratch at his gravity-defying hair.]
Seriously, does anyone know how they work? |
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| [Filtered away from Rand and Perrin]
There's going to be a battle back in my world shortly after my friends and I return. Longer for Perrin than for me, but not that longer. We're not sure if we'll survive. [Quieter:] Or if our flaming world will survive.
[A pause]
But since we have time before Tarmon bloody Gai'don here...Any ideas for things the three of us could do? [Should he mention that they're all married? Nah, that can wait for any of that kind of suggestions.]
Oh, and one of us is missing his dominant hand, so try to make it things you can do one handed. [His eye doesn't affect much though. Well, it does. But he won't say that.
Yep. That's it. Just a request for ideas of things to do while they're here.] |
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| [Jade's spent most of his week by the Coral when he wasn't at home, studying it and monitoring its progress for consistency and trends in its power. A little later in the morning, he sends out a broadcast.]
It seems the Coral's power is going back up, even if it's a bit less than yesterday and still significantly lower than last week. However, I'd like to gather anyone who has information on the Coral and past instances with this kind of phenomenon; similarities and differences alike.
Thank you.
[With that, the feed clicks off.] |
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| [ After days of panic and anxiety Kaito has finally calmed down enough to think over his situation calmly and rationally. Well... Calmly and rationally for him anyway. He knows that keeping up the act isn't doing neither her or him any favors and he knows-at least he thinks he knows what his dad would tell him to do. His dad would tell him to tell Aoko. And there's no way Kaito can ignore something his dad would tell him. ]
{{ →!Filtered to Nakamori Aoko }}
I know it's a little odd for me to filtering this to you, please believe I have my reasons. Would you mind meeting up with me? There's a door by the back of the house that leads straight into my room, just knock on it and I'll answer.
I have something important to tell you.
{{ /!Filter }}
Good evening, it's come to my attention recently that I'm not well acquainted with most of you, so I thought I should try and fix that. We're all stuck in the same bubble so it's important that I know my fellow residents.
[ Yup. No suspicious undertones here. Just a friend Hello. ] |
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| [There's a rough bang and clatter as the SFC falls to the ground of the plaza with its video accidentally turned on. It slides away, pointed up towards its owner who is looking deadly, frightened, and entirely befuddled all at once. It's an Englishman in his late 20s with golden hair and rather cherubic features. He is dripping wet.
Perhaps worth taking note, he also has very large, very messy, and very soggy angel wings on his back, drooping to the ground. There are feathers everywhere. Also worth taking note is the sword he has in his hand, which he looks about ready to stab someone with. Despite being completely wet like the rest of the poor man, the sword is miraculously on fire.]
Ooooh! Why am I all wet?!
[The angel groans and looks himself over, spitting some water that dripped from his nose onto his mouth.] |
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There's just breathing at first. Slow and steady, like Rue doesn't want to do this, or doesn't know if she should. And then--she decides to bite the bullet and speak, as intended.]
Prince Siegfried has left Vatheon.
I don't know how long it will be this time, so... for anyone who would still like lessons in dance, you will have to contact me instead.
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and that's it, isn't it?
Giving a name or something might be helpful, but she can't be bothered. She doesn't even know how to close such a simple message properly...
So there's just a click.] |
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