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| [ Well, if you didn't want to see a close-up of Prince Gumball's pink orchid face for the opening of this video then today is not your lucky day. After exploring the extent of his little pink amaranth iStarfish, figuring out its purpose, trying to get it to play techno music and dying in the first level of a game he found on it, he decided to use it to communicate.
However, he pressed record too quickly and started the video prematurely. After a moment, he pulled it away so the network can be greeted with a more normal shot.
Generally, when Gumball finds himself kidnapped or in another dimension or possessed, Fionna is efficient and heroic enough to save him within a reasonable timeframe. This time, it's been a while so he decides to take matters into his own hands to see what the hold-up is.
He is also feeling a little extra impatient given how...wet the current location is and how his pink salmon rainboots are nowhere in sight. ]
Greetings, citizens of Vatheon! My name is Prince Gumball of the Candy Kingdom. Though my stay thus far has been nice-- [ and he thinks that's being kind ]-- I worry about my subjects back home and their low tolerance for stress. If you could be so kind as to direct me to your nearest ship port or best place to create a wormhole back home, I would be delightfully grateful. Ideally, I'd like to return on the morrow but if one is not available, my previous requests are sufficient.
[ He holds up a wet and sandy towel between his pinched fingers. ]
Also, is there a towel butler around? I'd like to receive a new towel at your soonest convenience, I dropped mine. |
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| [Having not-exactly-picked a very inopportune time for an extended nap, the normally tranquil coyote appears quite frazzled. He looks a mess, and his speech is uncharacteristically frantic. Not to mention to the point]
Someone update me on the status of my lab, quick! This is important!
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| [A splinter and a crack, a bit of a splash. Yes, this particular feed isn't the cleanest to come about, and the recipient that appears none too long after doesn't look as hot, either. He's definately just woken up from... something, that's for sure, and isn't the slighest bit pleased about it.]
Ahh... where...?
[Another rustling noise, and the General realizes what he's holding... or he would have, under normal circumstances. Whatever it was, it was the most ridiculous-looking device he'd ever see--
It was on.
A moment of confusion, then his brow comes down. With no knowledge as to where he was, or how he'd gotten here, for it to be broadcast to an unknown public was simply, downright demeaning. Whatever was in charge, he would be sure to have a few choice words with them.]
Von all den elenden--!
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[The Lombax sighs, pinching the brim of his nose. An interesting situation, indeed.]
If there is any sentient life out there, speak now. I'm not in the mood for games. |
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| [In the early hours of the morning, what people will see over their SFCs is a very large room that takes on the appearance of an art studio. Despite the many artistic supplies spread in various locations, the room does house a single man in it. This man is sitting in front of a canvas that doesn't have much on it, yet he's staring very intently at the canvas before setting the brush down. What can be seen is a painting of three hearts; one white, one black, and one gray. After a few moments of staring at his creation, he picks up the SFC which was already switched on prior to him painting this odd picture, the expression on his face rather neutral. Not happy or sad, simply neutral.]
Do call me curious dear Vatheon, but this is something I have been pondering for some time now. Why should we celebrate holidays we don't celebrate back home? Certainly some have been for the amusement of it, but take for instance this one we currently celebrated. For those who don't believe in love, a holiday entirely dedicated to it is seen as ridiculous. But that can be said of all people who don't believe in certain holidays, doesn't it?
Though this holiday especially can also arouse questions within us, particularly to matters of the heart as that seems to be its theme. A few I can think of are: Is there such a thing as true happiness or love? Is the feeling truly there or not? Can the supposed happiness and love gained with another who said they felt the same remain always? Or will it fade away like sand being washed away by the ocean? |
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| [Error: Your private message to user Karkat Vantassee it's like could not be posted. Message has instead been rerouted to the network.
Which... is not even something that should be possible! Gamzee. Gamzee, how the fuck did you manage this. People spend hours hacking to manage shit like this. It must have been a
wait for it
waaaaait
colossal accident.]
BrEaD, rIgHt? MoThErFuCkIn bReAd. YoU EvEr rEaLlY GoT YoUr mOtHeRfUcKiN PrOpEr rEaLiZaTiOn oN At wHaT KiNd oF SiCk lEvElS Of dOpE BrEaD Is? LiKe fIrSt yEaH, tHe fUcK DoEs iT EvEn uP AnD CoMe fRoM, mAn? HaVe yOu eVeR LaId gAnDeR At a bReAd bUsH? oR On lIkE A FuCkIn tOaSt tReE? No!! cAuSe i'm tElLiNg yOu, BrO, tHaT ShIt's 100 pErCeNtS Of pUrE MoThErFuCkIn mIrAcLeS. BrEaD JuSt *Is*. YoU CaN'T ExPlAiN ThAt, YoU CaN'T PuT YoUr mOtHeRfUcKiN ScIeNcE At bReAd. BrEaD DoN'T PlAy lIkE ThAt ShIt's pLuCkEd aLl tOgEtHeR FrOm pUrE FuCkInG MiRaClEs. AnD Ok lIkE ThE FuCk iS UuUuUuP WiTh hOw mOtHeRfUcKiN GoOd iT MaKeS EvErYtHiNg iN YoUr tRaP? LiKe wOaOaH, i dId pUt sOmE Of mY PiE JuSt tHe fUcK NoW AlLs oN A SwEeT-AsS SlIcE Of tOaSt aNd hOlY ShIt, BeSt bRoThEr, I'M TeLlInG ThIs sHiT StRaIgHt aT YoU, tHaT WaS MoThErFuCkIn aMaZiNg bEiNg. HoW ThE FuCk dOeS BrEaD Do tHaT? WhO WeNt aNd tOlD It tO AlL Be aBoUt mAkInG EvErYtHiNg tAsTe gOoD? LiKe, YoU CaN Be lIkE PuTtInG A SlIcE Of wInGbEaSt mEaT On iT RiGhT AnD ThAt sHiT'S GoOd eAtInG BuT YoU CaN AlSo uP AnD CoVeR ThAt mOtHeRfUcKeR WhAt wItH ThE MoSt rIgHtEoUs oF JeLlY WhAt a bRoThEr cAn pUt cLaW On aNd tHe sHiT'S StIlL GoOd. HoW CaN ThAt eVeN Be, MoThErFuCkEr? FuCkIn bLoWs yOuR PaN, dOn't iT JuSt. Is tHeRe eVeN AnY OtHeR MiRaClE WhAt yOu cAn aLl dO ThAt wItH? I DoN'T ThInK So.
[Gamzee go home, you're high.] |
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| [The feed opens on a freshly awakened Tech. The uniform obscures the more-than-likely unkempt state of his fur, but his demeanor is telling enough. His eyes look heavy, and his usual exuberance seems tempered, somewhat.]
I’m sure that some of you have noticed the recent fluctuations in the coral power levels. [he rubs his head] I’ve been out of it, myself, but my records indicate that we are in the middle of an ongoing pattern.
Can anyone fill me in?
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| [The feed opens on a...a bird, person-thing? At least, that's what the beak would seem to signify. Any other would-be distinguishing features are covered by a black suit that may or may not be familiar to the viewer. There's also a tall purple crest from above its forehead, just over where the brows are drawn tight and the eyes make facing points. The roadrunner-thing is not pleased.]
I suppose you think this is amusing.
[No, not you. Or so the chances are, if you're seeing this. Though you may still find it such, depending on your familiarity with the involved parties. And also your sense of humor.]
This is Tech, by the way. As I'm sure you can't discern from my degraded appearance. If anyone needs me during the week, I will be lying low in my lab. Until this wears off.
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| 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~?
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| [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.] |
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| [The screen flickers slightly before revealing a smiling young face, red eyes wide in wonder as she stares at the camera. The girl looks very excited, or at least eager to see what this device does. There's almost a sense of pride emanating from her - after all, being in a family of magi meant that they avoided contact with modern technology as much as possible. So getting this thing to work is quite the accomplishment, and she looks around for a few moments around the edge of the screen - checking things, probably - before looking back at the camera.
Unfortunately, she doesn't notice that it's upside down.]
Hello everyone! I'm Ilyasviel von Einzbern, but Ilya is fine. I'm new here, so I'm looking for someone to be my older brother!
[She smiles again. It's not in her intention to further explain what an older brother entails, since the best older brothers would already know what to do without her telling them. Ideally, the older brother would be someone who's actually older than her, but if they act and look older than her, that's fine too. All things considered, that really shouldn't be too hard...]
I guess a big sister would be okay too... but a big brother would be better. So, someone come play with me, okay?
[Her eyes wander off to the sides of the screen again. A few moments pass by as this continues, and the girl mutters a barely audible 'how do you turn this off?'] |
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