06 [Video]

Mar. 8th, 2013 06:38 pm
justlove: Be Calm - fun. (Default)
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I know there hasn't been a lot to be happy about lately, but I can't help but think that if we let all the bad things that happened get to us, we're just giving them what they want.

And by them, I mean whoever's behind this place, of course. [Just in case that wasn't clear.]

So I was thinking: how about you all name some things that make you happy or that you enjoy, and maybe we can figure out how to do some of them. They don't have to be really big things, either. Even the smallest things can help, especially in times like this.

I could be wrong, but it really seems to me like we could all stand to be cheered up a little. And hey, if you'd rather not, that's all right too.

[Maybe this is a stupid idea, but there's got to be a break in the doldrums at some point, and this doesn't work, maybe someone else will be inspired by it to do something better.]
surgicalprodigy: (☤ - I won't let you die..)
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Ugh..

So I guess they weren't kidding about coming back from the dead, huh?

..Phew..I'm glad everything's back to the way it was.

I'm really sorry about what happened. I didn't mean to die on you all like that.

...

How bad was it after I..yaknow..?
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[ Alan wakes up..quite confused. He smells the old lingering scent of garbage and stale disinfectant. Wait a minute. He gets up and shuffles across the hallway outside. ]

W-wh..

Hey! Guys? I had the WEIRDEST dream. There was this FREAKY mansion and I met a dragon and..

[ He opens the door to the empty room across the hallway. The door creaks, and the silence is deafening. You hear that noise? It's Alan's last hope of returning home shattering into tiny pieces. No one's in the room. ]

Doc..?


[ The sound of glass cracking can be heard. ]

OW.

wa-it..t-this is..oh..oh no..oh NO.

...

[ His voice quivers with panic. ]

surgicalprodigy: (☤ - A better life awaits us all.)
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[ Mid-afternoon, there's a  something outside room 48 on the fourth floor. A small note accompanies it, written in red pen and CAPS. ]

ROSES ARE RED
VIOLETS ARE BLUE..

I'M NOT A POET.
BUT I HATE TO SEE SOMEONE AS PRETTY AS YOU NOT GET A V-DAY GIFT.

I HOPE YOU'RE NOT ALLERGIC TO FLOWERS.
THAT WOULD BE SOUR.

^ SEE THAT RHYMED.

[  The card isn't signed. ]
petabytes: (-Distraught)
[personal profile] petabytes
[ The video feed cuts in with a somewhat low-quality feed - with the mansion's power out, Chihiro had to resort to using the webcam on the outdated laptop she took with her to Wonderland. She's got some kind of pink fuzzy cloth wrapped around her mouth, which seems to help with the smog a little, but not as much as any proper equipment would. She removes it in short bursts to speak. ]

I-is anyone there? What's happening? Why is the mansion filled with this - *cough, hack* ...this... gas, or smog... I can barely breathe...

[ She had not been stockpiling any food at all. She doesn't even appear to be in her own room - she's somewhere in the halls, seeming to have ventured out to look for help. ]

...Dirk? Mr. Lorax? Souji-senpai? Alan? Shirogane-san? F..Fukawa-san? Is anyone out there? Is everyone all right?

W-what's happening?!
forevercapslock: (THE BERLIN WALL OF TEXT)
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OKAY, I KNOW THIS IS COMPLETELY POINTLESS. THIS TYPING UP SHIT FOR PEOPLE TO SEE THING, I MEAN. MEMOS NEVER WORKED OUT FOR ME BEFORE, EXCEPT TO MAKE ME ARGUE WITH MYSELF ACROSS SPANS OF TEN OR FIFTEEN MINUTES IN SOME SORT OF TEMPORAL CIRCLE-JERK THAT ONLY EVER MADE ME LOOK LIKE A HUGE BULGE-SCRATCHING TOOL WHO HAS NO ONE BUT OTHER ITERATIONS OF HIMSELF TO TALK TO.
BUT I GUESS THAT'S BASICALLY WHAT I AM ANYWAY? SINCE NO ONE IS ACTUALLY READING THIS, IT'S FAIR TO SAY THAT DESPITE THE TEMPORAL LIMITATIONS OF THIS NEANDERTHAL CHAT CLIENT, I'M REALLY JUST TYPING THIS FOR MY OWN BENEFIT SO THAT I DON'T SIT HERE STARING AT A BLANK SCREEN, SCREAMING AND SCREAMING AND FUCKING SCREAMING SOME MORE UNTIL SOMETHING RUPTURES.
ANYWAY, THERE IS ACTUALLY A POINT TO THIS POINTLESS MEMO AND I'M FINALLY GETTING TO THAT. IF YOU ACTUALLY READ ALL OF THIS, HERE IT IS: THE POINT.
I AM GOING TO COME TO YOUR RESPITEBLOCK IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT
I AM GOING TO STAND NEXT TO YOUR HUMAN BED WHILE YOU SLEEP
AND I'M GOING TO PUNCH YOU IN THE FUCKING FACE, EGBERT.










WHY AM I SURPRISED THAT THERE IS NO FUTURE ME CHIMING IN HERE TO TELL ME TO SHUT MY SEED FLAPS? HOW AM I GOING TO KNOW WHEN TO STOP SHOVING MY FOOT DOWN MY OWN WINDTUBE WITHOUT FUTURE ME TO TEXT-WALL ME INTO CONFUSED RAGE UNTIL I BECOME HIM AND COMPLETE THE LOOP BY SCREAMING AT PAST ME?
FUCK, I ACTUALLY MISS FUTURE ME.
YOU'VE DONE IT, UNIVERSE.
YOU'VE WON.
hamburellakind: (...)
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i think something made me hurt people last event.
and i'm really sorry for that.
that's about all i can say, i guess.
um.
bye.

[video]

Jan. 27th, 2013 07:24 pm
petabytes: (-Ashamed)
[personal profile] petabytes
He... hello...? Is anyone there...?

[The words are spoken laboriously, obviously only making it out of their host after fighting through several layers of nerves and a gate of chattering teeth. The video feed shows a small, disheveled figure, caked with sand and struggling to keep herself under control.]

I’m... I’m sorry if I am intruding, but... I don’t know where I am. Th-there’s a network here, and I didn’t think it was restricted, but... if it is, I’m sorry... I didn’t see anywhere else to go...

Are any of the other students here...? Was I allowed to leave? I don’t remember how I got here... I’m so confused, I don’t think I can take it...

[She takes a moment to regain her composure, brushing a few grains of sand out of her feathered hair. It seems she was unfortunate enough to have washed up on the beach, and hasn’t had a chance to clean herself off. From what’s visible in the feed, it looks like she’s just entered the mansion and collapsed against the nearest wall.]

I didn’t want to come much closer just in case I wasn’t allowed inside, but... it’s so cold out there, I had to take shelter... Is anyone there...? Can... can I please stay inside? I’m so sorry....
no_eels: (♚ really now?)
[personal profile] no_eels
[As the camera comes on, there's a dragon flopped in the grounds just outside of the mansion, near the treeline. He's on his stomach, a bored look on his face, occasionally flapping his wings to make a small blizzard around him.

Occasionally, Toothless bats idly at the communicator. Sometimes he rolls over onto his back and wriggles around, making a sloppy snow dragon.

Bored Night Fury is bored.]
surgicalprodigy: (☤ - Blood clots and black holes.)
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[ The video feed clicks on, and coughing is clearly heard. The camera is angled downwards, showing the situation in the kitchen. Alan's hand is clenched over his lower abdomen, red seeping through his fingers. He lets out a strained little, shocked noise. Surprisingly, this..doesn't hurt as bad as he'd expect. Granted, it still hurts a fucking lot, and he feels like he's about to pass out.  ]

H..help!

John..i-is..he..



....
justlove: Why Am I the One - fun. (I got enough on my mind)
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[Unlike the last time Blaine used the communicator for something, he's actually moving around this time, alternating between walking briskly and jogging around the gardens.

He's been at it for awhile now, but he shows no signs of losing steam. And that's probably a good thing, because he has a lot of steam he needs to blow off.

Anyone's welcome to say hi, join him, or just watch.]
donttestme: (Exit)
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[There are cameras on the roof, and despite Chell's... habits around them, the ones up here aren't destroyed. She might not have noticed them. She seems to be in thought, her portal gun held loose in her hands as she stares across the roof, beyond its edge.]

[And then, she runs towards it, and jumps, falling out of sight.]




[Don't worry, she'll be fine.]
shelflife: (who knows. maybe an od)
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[ Though Fukawa has obviously turned the video on herself, she appears to be ignoring it as she stands in one place fidgeting for a few moments. Fidget, fidget. Looking everywhere but at the screen.

Just when you might think she's forgotten about the camera, she sort of glances at it once and then finally begins to talk.
]

I...I thought I got out somehow, but I was just singled out, wasn't I...? I'm so unpleasant to be around that even that sadistic parody of a headmaster took pity on everyone else... I'm not even significant enough to kill, am I? No, I just get tossed out of the window like garbage!

[ She's starting to get riled up, so she has takes a minute to calm down. Breathe in, breathe out. Deep breaths, but they're the kind that precede a panic attack rather than follow it. ]

I know I'm just a dark fog that only causes misery, but I'm already so tired of this... Let me go. Let me go. Let me go. I'll go home and disappear beneath the rug and everyone can eject me from their memories. I'll become a dust mite hidden away so I can't even offend your noses. Your days will look up from there, won't they? W...Without someone like me to cloud it up?

[ Her voice is low and mumbling, and she talks like she just wants to get it over with, which makes her starting to yell even more jarring. ]

You're thinking that already, aren't you!? I can feel your eyes screwing up just to look at me!!

Just stop looking then! Stop looking!

[ She continues yelling at whoever she thinks she's talking to. Dare to interrupt? ]
surgicalprodigy: by the lovely http://bleedeverywhere.tumblr.com. (☤ - STHAP.)
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Whew! These closets sure are convenient. Every place should have magical wish granting closets.

So, If anyone needs anything, I set up a medical ward on the first floor. Room two, you can't miss it.

It's the grand opening of Probe's hospital, Wonderland edition.

There's even an arcade! You can play Space Invaders while getting your bones set! Given that it's not your fingers or arms, of course.
...


[ Meowing can also be heard in the background, and you might catch a glimpse of this thing cleaning himself on top of a stretcher. ]

[EDIT: This post now comes with relevant
fanart by bleedeverywhere @ tumblr. ]

no_eels: (♚ huh??)
[personal profile] no_eels
[As the video feed cuts on, there's a lot of splashing and growling going on in the pool, which is evidently the place where this new arrival has landed (and from a great height on his end). Landed being a relative term, since black wings can be seen flailing out of the water.

A very wet Night Fury scrambles over the lip of the pool and pants, wide green eyes taking in his very unusual surroundings. There's a leather harness on his back, a very odd-looking thing that wraps around him a bit. Toothless almost looks frightened, for a moment, before he notices the strange little device nearby that's lit up. Then, suddenly, his eyes take up all of the camera, as his curiosity takes over. He makes a questioning noise and begins to paw at it curiously.

Without his claws, thankfully.]
canyouseeme: (suspcious)
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[Jack has never felt more betrayed in his life, and the traitor in question is the wind. One minute he was just soaring along, trying to decide whether hitting a town with a snowstorm over Christmas break would be an appreciated bonus or an empty joy since classes were already cancelled. The next minute he was tumbling roughly out of the sky. He shakes his head, his blurry vision coming into focus to reveal an unfamiliar forest that definitely was not below him a few minutes ago. The wind has always taken Jack where he wants to go, but now he's not even sure where he is.]

Did I black out?

[Jack talks to himself. It's a habit you pick up when nobody else can talk to you.]

That's never happened before.

[Maybe he ran into one of North's portals? He scans the sky, looking for some sign of that awesome sleigh, but there's nothing there. He looks around the nearby woods, but doesn't see any yetis or six-foot rabbits or any of the other creatures that tend to kidnap him. He grins.]

It looks like after three hundred years I'm still finding new ways to get into trouble.

[Feeling that walking might be the safer bet, Jack makes his way out of the woods.] )


strangeboy: (well you're fucked)
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[D'Artagnan walks through a hallway, holding the video device. His finger clouds the image as he taps the screen (but really just the camera) and then blurs as he shakes it. He hardly understands the novels of his own time, how is he expected to understand this?]

Hello? [A blur again, the sound of his boots smacking against the floor as he walks faster.]

Is-- Is this a-- Oh, merde-- [Aaaaaand a series of thuds and smacks and groans as he rolls down the stairs, which can be seen in glimpses as he goes.

The movement stops. The feed shows only the ceiling. Silence. One long, final groan escapes. A shuffling noise is heard, and D'Artagnan's face appears in the camera again. He does not look pleased.]


Where am I?
hamburellakind: (Hee)
[personal profile] hamburellakind
[At some point on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day, you might hear some rustling outside your door. If you get out fast enough you might spot a long blue hood whipping around the nearest corner, accompanied by some boyish giggling. Sitting on your doorstep, you'll find a messily wrapped present or two, accompanied by a card that says:

MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM JOHN AND DAVE!

And here are their presents for everybody in the mansion. )

And their gifts for each other. )
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[John Blake's learned some amount of patience for insanity, but only recently. His late night arrival to this unfamiliar place was initially shocking, but he managed to stop himself from demanding answers, instead opting to do a little investigation overnight. He observed the communication network, checked out the different floors, and walked the grounds well into the night before turning in to the room apparently assigned to him.]

[The following afternoon, when he finally properly manipulates the video recording function of the unfamiliar communication device, Blake's had enough time to observe his surroundings and at least form some thoughts on what happening. But a few more questions and answers can't hurt.]


—see I'm not the only one showin' up unexpectedly.

Afternoon. [Awkward wave here, half off-screen because of the angle.] Guessin' introductions are in order. Name's John Blake. Last place I remember bein' was Lima, Peru, but I'm originally from Gotham City in the U.S. Definitely not in either of those places.

So. Found this kitchen pretty quick— [Different than it had looked the night before, he notes with some surprise. John shows it off with the video feed.]  —and if anyone's interested in givin' me some input or havin' some lunch — or both — I'll be here.

[And that's it. He'll be making sandwiches, probably, so feel free to join him, or just send back a message and pass on bologna and cheese!]
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[personal profile] bigbrothercoop
[The camera feed turns on and you can see Cooper looking around his room with an angry look. He's not satisfied with what he sees and it is clear on his face. Suddenly he turns and you can see his face clearly. His visage changes and he is smiling warmly.]

Hi. Cooper Anderson. I'm sure that you've heard of me. That's probably why you've taken me.

[He pauses, as if waiting for an answer or some applause. When it doesn't come, his smile falters.]

I'm going to need an upgrade. This room is too small for a person of my stature. Where is the bidet? Where is the minibar? I am an internationally beloved spokesman for the internet's fastest growing credit score website. The least you can do is give me a bigger room?

And where am I? I wandered around, but I didn't see anything other than a garden. And I didn't see any people. How can I really explore my character roots if I don't have people to draw off of? If I have fans here, you can't keep me hidden away. It's not fair to them.

Really, though, I have to get back to California. I have an audition for a little medical show you might have heard of? Private Practice? I really need to get back. So, where's the exit? Or my limo?
hamburellakind: (Justice)
[personal profile] hamburellakind
so dying still sucks.
shock! awe! nobody is surprised!
anyway, i was thinking about how bad this particular death sucked and i remembered we hadn't done a hey how many times have you died survey in a while.
and i'm kind of curious if anybody is close to five since.
i think i'm on...three.
which is like shit
a lot.
i mean, not even counting all the times i've died back home which.
uh.
well let's not get into that.
so how many deaths are you guys on?

video.

Dec. 12th, 2012 08:19 pm
pierrotlafraude: (realized how stupid that sounded.)
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[The video feed is activated! . . . to the image of someone tapping at the camera a few times with his finger before pulling back, looking perplexed.]

Oh wow, is this thing really on? Geez, you guys must be really high tech here! Hey, stop me if you've heard this one before, buuuut I think I'm kind of lost. Er, make that really lost, because the last place I was at definitely wasn't some techno-fantasy mansion place. I mean, not that I'm knocking that sort of thing. This place is pretty cool! I wouldn't mind having a thing like this for my own; it could be fun.

— yikes, I'm really getting side-tracked here! So, uh. Would anyone mind helping a guy out and steering me in the right direction? Ahaha . . .
donttestme: (Devestation)
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[Chell stares at the camera of this little device she found in her pocket. It may not have the same white, modern curves of an Aperture device, but it was something meant to record and monitor, which mean there was someone(something) watching and listening. She glares at it, fury burning in her eyes. Her lips form a slight frown, which grows deeper as the feed carries on.

Her hand shakes and she cuts the feed suddenly, because she’s about to scream at the device and whoever is monitoring her (as if it could be anything else).

She was supposed to be free!]


...

[She takes a deep breath, and suddenly, the anger is gone. It would be safe to turn the camera back on, but she doesn’t. She sent her message. She’s just waiting now, for her to make contact, to tell her she was kidding and then start insulting her intelligence, her weight, her parentage, whatever she thought would get to her.

It wouldn’t. It never would. No one would ever get that satisfaction.

She starts walking down the halls, testing doors, looking for a way out. She’s not going to waste time standing around until she gets an answer, if any is to come.]

[Edit: And now she's smashing mirrors on her way.]
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[ Buckingham can pull off even this and has heeded Lady Carnahan's advice in the sense that he brought an extra knife when he headed off towards the ruins and one or two hours of traipsing through dusty corridors later the duke has finally struck gold. Literally.

So when he turns on the video feed this time the mansion will see Buckingham very nonchalantly sprawled out on a pile of treasure. He lets a golden coin dance skilfully between his fingers and addresses the camera with his usual grin.
]

If you won't brave the ruins yourself I could... be persuaded to bring back a souvenir or two.

[ Turning his communication device he allows his viewers a good look at the entire room. ]

Who knows, they might not all turn to dust after the event.

[ Those shiny beetles on that wall over there look especially sturdy. But more on that later. For now Buckingham will continue his coin tricks and hope for a little conversation. Dead people do make for rather one-sided banter. ]

☤ - 01.

Dec. 2nd, 2012 02:45 pm
surgicalprodigy: by the lovely http://bleedeverywhere.tumblr.com. (☤ - Innocent bloodlust.)
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[ The video turns on. There's a kid here, sitting on his butt, covered in blood and various other things. He doesn't seem too bothered by the fact, and oh, he's also carrying a rather large chainsaw. ]

..Huh?

Wait a minute, how'd I even get here?

[ He brings his hand to his chin. ]

01 [Video]

Dec. 2nd, 2012 09:50 am
justlove: Be Calm - fun. (14 ♫)
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[The feed turns on, and Blaine can be seen staring around him. He's had some time to look around, and he really doesn't like what he's seeing... which is a lot of nothing and no one.

For a mansion of this size, there should be people in it, but so far, he hasn't seen anyone, and that is creepy. Or maybe he's just missing them. But either way, it's still creepy.]


Hello?

[He pauses as if waiting for a response. When no one says anything, he continues:]

I found my room, and it was nice enough. It's a little bare, though, but I think I can fix that. I opened the closet to see what was inside, and when I did, a huge poster popped out. I'm not sure how it knew I was thinking about Vogue magazine covers, or why it thought I'd want one of those on my wall, but it's a nice thought, I guess.

But, well, I really don't want to feel at home here. This isn't home, obviously, and I'd like to get back to mine. So if anyone's listening, if anyone knows where the door or the hallway is that goes back home, it would be great if you could tell me.

Thanks.

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