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| [ The feed flickers slightly, revealing a young girl who looks pretty confused. For a moment, she's silent as she's too busy looking around her surroundings. Obviously this isn't Fuyuki City. Last time she checked it wasn't in a bubble or underwater for that matter. She turns back to the screen, looking down slightly. ]
S-So the brochure says we're, um, stuck here...? It's not that I don't want to be here, I'm just... [ Waiting for someone. She shakes her head a bit, deciding not to say anything more about the subject. ] My name is Sakura Matou. I-It's a pleasure to meet you! [ Slightly bows. ] Th-Thank you for the brochure, I really appreciate it.
... I guess that's it. H-How do I turn this off...?
[ With a few clicks, the feed turns off. ] |
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| [Waver looks distinctly unimpressed as he glares into his device, holding up a purple notebook as if he'd rather not be touching it.]
Two points of interest. Firstly, I'd like to speak with a young Miss Lalonde about a volume of personal fiction that I imagine she's noticed missing recently.
[He couldn't make the first name in the signature out, but he refuses to believe the owner is a boy.]
Secondly, and on the subject of things gone missing-- I appear to be lacking a personal effect of sorts, myself. If anyone can offer any helpful information regarding the whereabouts of about ten litres of liquid mercury, I'd be quite appreciative. More often than not, it looks like a rather large ball or bobble-headed thing with limbs and an odd fixation for brooms. Thanks in advance. |
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| Don't think I haven't put it all together, I have!
[ Feferi is looking aggravated and distinctly tiaraless. ]
Thieving lobsters are the absolute worst. I'm all for cultural exchange, but this has gone too far! It's one thing to steal little trinkets from people, and give them to others-- but it's entirely different when you take away the marks of a girl's royal station.
You know who you are! You'd better bring it back if you know what's good for you.
Because otherwise? It's about to be time--
[ She pauses, and is unable to look entirely serious as she slides on Dave Strider's sunglasses. ]
--to crack some claws. |
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| [The camera starts up shaking and bounding, because whoever is handling it isn't patient enough to keep still. It is focussing on all the snow that has come to cover the island liberally. Without putting himself on screen, Gamzee speaks up]
Aww, shit, will you fuckin' look at this stuff? Ain't it amazing? Just fuckin' amazing. Here! Look, a motherfucker been real motherfuckin' dedicated all like to making these.
[He lifts his camera up a bit higher to show the... oh. He has been making snow angels. Certainly they look a bit shitty and messy, but those are undeniably snow angels. Good job, Gamzee. You are slowly climbing your wintertime funtime accomplishment ladder. A feather in your wintertime cap!]
Did all get my gander on at how to be makin' these beautiful lil' miracles, hahaha, and a brother just hadda be tryin' his fuckin' prong at it himself, you get? Here lemme show.
[He sets down the camera a little unsteadily on a higher snow bank, tromping out into the clearing. Not surprisingly perhaps, but Gamzee's definition of proper winter wear is a little... unorthodox. There is nothing in terms of hats or gloves --though he does have snow in his hair!-- and he seems unnaturally bulky. Probably because he is wearing two hoodies one over the other. He gives the camera a grin and thumbs up. Then he sticks out his arms the side and
GAMZEE, WE DON'T MAKE SNOW ANGELS BY FALLING FACE-FORWARD INTO THE SNOW, OH GOD WHO EVEN LET YOU OFF YOUR LEASH.
Even the camera feels the second-hand embarrassment here, falling over at the sight. Or maybe that is just cause he set it down unsteady like the most shaked up motherfucker. Either way.]
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[Or, in case you want to deal with Gamzee in the very living (but rather cold) flesh, he's hanging around on the island all day.
Looking a little frost-bitten and like he shouldn't ever be allowed to dress himself considering he thinks wearing two hoodies one of the other counts for proper winter wear, Gamzee sure is enjoying himself though. During the first part of the day he can be found making snow angels Gamzee style.
Later on during the day, he's managed to scurry his clown ass a bit further inland, to an area with fresh snow, and he seems rather intend on dumping more snow on an already fairly significant heap of snow. What is he doing? Nobody knows. But you are sure welcome to come join him doing... whatever he is doing.] |
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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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