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[Enter Equius, trying very hard not to look distraught. Seeing as he's recovering from the realization that he just died and is somehow still around, he's not succeeding very well. His brow is furrowed slightly, a thin layer of sweat glistens on his forehead, and there's very evident confusion in his eyes. One thing's for sure: he's not happy.]

What is the meaning of this? I demand to know who. What. Is the cause of this impropriety.

[His hand rises to his neck, where he can recall being strangled not an hour before. If this is an afterlife, it's not any one he's ever heard of.]

I require answers. If anyone can provide them do so. I would be... [A pause, then a scowl.]

Do so immediately.

1. [Video]

Jul. 2nd, 2012 10:57 pm
somanywonders: There's so many... (fright)
[personal profile] somanywonders
[Oddly, when the video feed initially clicks on, there's nobody in sight - the only thing onscreen is a bedroom, which would be extremely tidy if not for the tangled vegetation spilling through the window and all over the carpet.

There is a voice, but it might take a little effort to make out the words. Not that the speaker is slurring or anything; she's just that quiet.]


U-Um... hello? [It comes out as more of a squeak.

Finally, a face emerges - more accurately, the top half of a face, cut off by the bottom of the screen. And it's a pony's face. A pastel-yellow one, with a pink mane.

The owner of the face doesn't seem to want to make eye contact with the camera.]
I'm awfully sorry to interrupt. I know you must be busy. I just - [A pause. There's a small scraping noise from somewhere below.] I just wanted to know if anypony's seen a white bunny around here. He's really the sweetest little thing, but it's his dinnertime, and I've looked all over, I swear! All I did was step out for a moment, and... [Her voice trails off. She starts to sink under the screen again.] Um. It's okay if you don't know where he is either. No pressure. Thanks for listening, anyway.

[The video cuts out before she disappears entirely.]
blahblahblahblah: (eat me.)
[personal profile] blahblahblahblah
[ There's no one to be seen over the feed, but there is a voice. The video shows a ceiling, perhaps the one in Sam's own room, but the tall, shaggy-haired young man is nowhere to be seen. There is a voice, though... ]

... Yeah, these plants are definitely up to no good. I could use some help, if there's anyone around. But, uh-- try not to step on me. I've kind of... lost some height.

[ Understatement of the year. ]
itsalluseless: as ii clse my eyees and ram  the teapa..rty  with my shitt y blue truthh (it follows through)
[personal profile] itsalluseless
[The feed opens to show Battler's bathroom, where he is currently struggling to set up a towel to cover the mirror above the sink. The mirror is covered in what looks like writing in red paint, though from this angle it's hard to make out individual words. After a few seconds, he looks down and notices the device has turned itself on.]

...Oh, it's recording? In that case, does anyone know if there's any way to stop people on the other side from writing all over the mirrors? It's getting annoying.

[He reaches to close the feed, but seems to remember something and stops himself.]

And Beato? That last event does not mean you win, in case you were wondering.
forevercapslock: (WHERE THE FUCK IS MY HANDS FREE DEVICE)
[personal profile] forevercapslock
[Karkat is SKIPPING CLASS! Scandalous!

He's sitting up top of a tower somewhere with a stack of books, leafing through them and grumbling obscenities to himself every so often.

This would all work out much better if his communication device weren't recording him doing so from its spot on top of his stack of books.

Meaning this is open to VIDEO or ACTION.

And also no human icons because I was too lazy to find them.]
whatturmoil: ([WHUH?])
[personal profile] whatturmoil
[So, Zuko is part of Gryffindor. Despite being quite high up there on the years tally, he still sucks at a whole lot of things. Potionmaking? Sucks. Care of magical creatures? Accidentally set one on fire.  Basically, he's bad at everything that does not include explosions. Therefore, he will be practicing his fire making talents in the Gryffindor house. Guess what he does? Well, by the smell of smoke, it could be guessed that he lit his bed on fire somehow.]

[Yeah, that's what he did, and he'll be occupied for the next five minutes with stomping the fire on his bedsheets out and growling in frustration.]

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[personal profile] 0u0
[The video switches itself on for no apparent reason. At the other end of the room, Aradia is... uh, smiling. At a mirror, very intently. It looks extremely forced and also kind of creepy, because what the fuck.

She continues this for about a minute, then abruptly stops, now staring at the mirror blankly.

Another minute later, she goes right back to the freakish smiling thing. She goes back and forth like this for awhile, possibly forever if someone doesn't interrupt her.

(also open to mirrors, if they feel like writing at her)]
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[personal profile] bureaucracy_is_for_chumps
[Right, so this place was obviously not New Meridian. Peacock growls and kicks at a near-by pumpkin in irritation as she casually lights up a cigar and takes a few over exaggerated drags before flicking it onto some of the lettuce below.

Veggies suck anyway.] I'm seriously two seconds from blowin' this joint, and I don't mean exiting stage right.

[She'd tried that. Didn't work. Just ended up popping out of the forest right back where she started. She had to give this place props for the cartoon effect it had going there. Too bad her patience is growing thin. So she casually pulls a bomb from her skirt and rolls it in her hands.] Hmm...
forevercapslock: (THERE IS DEFINITELY A WORD FOR THAT)
[personal profile] forevercapslock
OKAY, YOU SEE WHAT IS GOING ON HERE? YOU SEE HOW I AM SUDDENLY NOT ON THE WORST FUCKING JOURNEY THAT PARADOX SPACE HAS EVER CONCEIVED GOING TO SOME UTOPIA THAT HAD BETTER FUCKING NOT BE FILLED WITH CLOWNS AND MIRTH, AND HOW I AM SUDDENLY IN A HIVE FILLED TO THE GOGDAMNED BRIM WITH HUMANS? CAN YOU SEE WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS FUCKING PICTURE?

OKAY.

OKAY, I GUESS THIS ISN'T AS BAD AS IT SEEMS.

I MEAN, IT'S NOT WHERE I'M SUPPOSED TO BE, BUT IT'S CAN'T BE WORSE THAN THAT, RIGHT?

FUCK. WAIT. I RETRACT THAT STATEMENT. OF COURSE IT COULD BE WORSE THAN THAT. THERE IS NO NEED TO PROVE THAT TO ME, SURPRISE-HUMAN-HIVE, I'M ALREADY AWARE OF HOW MUCH FUCKING WORSE IT COULD BE. THE INSTANT I FINISHED TYPING THAT QUESTION, MY THINKPAN FILLED RIGHT THE FUCK UP WITH ALL THE WAYS THIS SITUATION COULD BE WORSE, SO I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP. WE'RE TALKING RESERVES OF IMAGINATION BILE COMPLETELY DRIED UP BY LURID, TECHNICOLOR IMAGES.

SO I'M JUST GOING TO WAIT AND, I GUESS, HOPE THAT THERE IS SOMEONE SANE HERE TO CLUE ME IN. BECAUSE THAT HAS ALWAYS HELPED ME MAKE LOADS OF PROGRESS IN THE PAST, AND IF KARKAT VANTAS IS ANYTHING, IT IS FUCKING CONSISTENT.
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[The MAGE OF DOOM stands on the BATTLEFIELD and looks up towards the Skaian SUN. The narrative continues its use of RANDOM capitalizations as Sollux takes his communicator out of his SYLLADEX.]

okay 2o ii wa2 expectiing the black kiing two 2how up liike ye2terday.
gue22 not.
kiinda weiird.
but maybe thii2 ii2 how the game ii2 2la2h wa2 2uppo2ed to be played??
fuck iit.
ii want two gaiin all the level2 for once.
reckless_eagle: (And when the night is cloudy)
[personal profile] reckless_eagle
[Poland has quite obviously been introducing imps to his lancekind abstractus for some time; the area he's in is littered with grist, down to a little chunk of it stuck in his hair. He looks a little exhausted, but surprisingly energetic in spite of it, like he's having the time of his life. He's at a point in his life when invading Russia actually sounds like a fun way to kill a little time; while there are other nations who are more inherently warlike, a little fighting can get his blood pumping.]

So like, why are we fighting these things, anyway? For the stuff they drop? I've got like, a bajillion of these little dealies, but they still just kinda keep popping... up... everywhere...

[Miniboss fight! That's sure a lot of ogres... It doesn't occur to the Knight of Hope to be worried about it, naturally, but perhaps he could use a little hand?]
jivitadana: (> ♪ Forte...)
[personal profile] jivitadana
[Minato is well aware that he's something of Page of Hope with particular powers, and while that was something he had to focus on or ponder more, he had been more occupied with mastering something else instead. Being God Tier (and in the appropriate attire) was helpful for the former, but more essential for the latter.

The view on the screen was all upside down for a very long time. Then it spun around just once like it had corkscrewed through the air. A few minutes later, scenes had passed by so fast it was hard to see, and came to a sudden stop. Minato had been holding onto his communication device the whole time as he flew with it, practicing this new aerial ability. He threw the comm device and flew to catch it before it hit the ground. This happened several times over. Somehow flying has become easier after experiencing it twice before with wings, although now it felt different without them.

Minato had been out in the checkerboard field near one of the rivers. Now the comm device was on the ground, on an edge where black met white, while he remained hovering beside it. Anyone passing by or seeing him could notice him laying around in the air, one leg crossed over the other, his mp3 player in hand as he was listening to music. He would fight off anything that wanted to battle him (being swordkind and sort of gunkind and--maybe Personakind?--is helpful too), but priorities first to flying and to his music.]
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[personal profile] hamburellakind
[The feed turns on and John is hovering a few yards from the camera, holding a shale imp up by its elbow. It looks none too pleased.]

Hey guys! I'm gonna give y'all a tutorial on how to beat the ever-loving shit out of imps!

[John drops the imp and it falls in an unceremonious pile. John mumbles at it to get up and be a good sport since he knows he's gonna lose anyway. Eventually the imp goes and stands a few feet away.]

Okay, so! You should all have strife specibi now, which means you get a special weapon you're super awesome at. My favorite is hammers and I in no way accidentally fell into them at all.

[John drops to the ground and walks over to the imp. The hammer he's wielding is on the small side and he just sort of bops the imp on the head. The imp appears to be further insulted by this.]

You might also have some new powers! Especially if you have these nifty pajamas-- that means you're God tier and you're super cool like me and Dave and Jade and Aradia. Since I'm the Heir of Breath I get to do this!

[WHOOOOOOOSH! With a flick of his wrist, John sends the imp up off the screen. Judging by how long it takes it to hit the ground and burst into grist and boondollars, it hit a peak height of about 30 feet. John looks pretty pleased with himself.]

So, there you go! I hope that helped, hehehe. I like to have fun with it. You should too!
insanitywalking: (he stands he'll fall down)
[personal profile] insanitywalking
[The com flickered a moment before clearing up and focusing on a sleeping Michael. He laid there unmoving for a few minutes before his eyes began to slowly flutter movement.
He shot up from the bed, his eyes now wide as he realized he wasn't home; stuck in a room he had no memory of going in.]

Shaun? Anyone?

[A pause.]

Where am I?

[Michael stood up from the bed, looking panicked as hell as he opened the door to see where he was.Still within veiw of the camera as he did so. He moved away from the door, his breathing becoming slightly altered as he panicked. Memories of the mental hospital came flooding back as voices in their head told him he was forced into a new mental facility.
He sat in a corner of his room, crying. Now confused and scared, anyone want to comfort him?]
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[personal profile] breaksbows
[Equius is in the library, sitting cross-legged on the floor. There's a stack of books in front of him, all concerning one specific subject: robots.

He's built plenty of robots before, so he's not looking for directions. He just really likes robots.

He hasn't found (or really looked for) a sparring partner, so he figured it's about time he built a robot or two to fight with. This whole researching thing is just to get his creative juices flowing.]
0u0: (break s0me things)
[personal profile] 0u0
[The video turns on to... um, Aradia, kind of. At least you can tell it's Aradia since she's wearing a cardboard box painted grey with her symbol on the front. She's also suddenly human, and not an actual robot or ghost or alien. Just a girl in a really shitty robot costume with fake cardboard horns stuck to her head.

She's also sitting down in the basement, beside some of those spooky glowing crystals. She doesn't seem to mind the bones and whatnot so much. It's good setting material. Sets a nice spooky mood for a spooky robo-girl post.

She pauses to clear her throat before putting on her absolute best 0_0 face.]


I'm going to break some things, because I'm bored again. Does anyone want to break things with me?


((currently being influenced by:
[ October 13th-17th ] I’ve never been one for make-believe and pretend: But I suppose they have their merits.
Translation?: Everyone is role playing. Yeah, you read that right. For the duration of the event, every character is role playing themselves.
TL;DR DESCRIPTION...
basically Aradia is now a normal human dressed up in a robot costume pretending to be emotionless and magical, hassle her.))
itsalluseless: as ii clse my eyees and ram  the teapa..rty  with my shitt y blue truthh (so what is right and what is wrong)
[personal profile] itsalluseless
[There is a young man with a ridiculous haircut looking angrily around him. He hasn't noticed the camera yet because he's from the eighties and cameras can't possibly be that small.]

So what the hell is this supposed to be? Another game? Do you really think you can make me believe in you by turning me into a ghost? There's no such thing as ghosts. It's just another trick.

[He tries to punch the wall, but his hand just goes through it. He shakes his head, clicking his tongue in frustration.]

Beatrice? Are you even listening?
aquarium_tipper: (probably your fault)
[personal profile] aquarium_tipper
what the fuck ii2 thii2??
no 2eriiou2ly.
what
the
double
fuck.
what kiind of 2liime 2lurpiing jack fucked joke ii2 thii2?
did ii diie?
when diid ii go god tiier!!


[Here, Sollux stops his furious typing and turns on the camera. He's looking over his shoulder at it and showing off a very sparkly pair of fairy insect fairies are not real idiot! wings of a mustard hue.

Of course, he can't tell if they're in frame or not, so cue on of those ridiculous turning in tiny circles to check sequences before he shuts the feed off in frustration and what might be a verbal keyboard smash.
]

[Video]

Mar. 24th, 2012 06:30 pm
insidethechimney: pinkie pie is happy. she does that a lot (pinkie pie is happy)
[personal profile] insidethechimney
Drop whatever you're doing and listen! Unless you're holding something fragile. You should put that down gently or it'll break and then you might get hurt.

As a representative of Equestria, I am hosting an official conference to celebrate pony contact with aliens - I mean humans - and you're all invited!

[She drops her voice to a whisper.]

In case you don't know, a conference is like a serious business grown-up party. That means you've got to dress up in your fancy-pantsiest clothes and all the food will be teeny-tiny.

[Done with her aside, she raises her voice again.]

But this isn't just going to be a super official conference, oh no! Aang had a super idea to make it even better. It's also going to be an award ceremony! So if there's somepony or lots of someponies - though I guess you'd say somehumans, huh? Anyway, if there's somehuman or somehumans you think are absolutely awesome tell me what they deserve an award for and what their favourite colours are.
aquarium_tipper: (when i say yeah sure i mean no)
[personal profile] aquarium_tipper
2omeone made a note of thii2 once.
but that was nearly a whole fuckiing 2weep ago.
that 2weep part ii2 a lie btw try more liike a quarter of 2uch.
close e-fuckiing-nough.
how many of u2 are here??
2tiill here ii2 fuckiing u2ele22 two 2ay 2iince we've got thii2 goiing down liike mu2iical chaiir2 ii2 goiing out of 2tyle.
tradiitiionally there would be 2ome 2hiity banner of fruiit and rumpu2e2 below thi2 text but fuck that.
0u0: (0w)
[personal profile] 0u0
hell0
im back
in case any0ne n0ticed i was g0ne
but i d0ubt it 0_0
anyway im still a r0b0t
s0 that was p0intless and stupid

i d0nt suggest dying here if y0u can av0id it
its really b0ring
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WH8RE THE F8CK IS SHE????????

[That's all the network gets. For those who want to risk face to face, Vriska is storming through the mansion, looking into random rooms and slamming doors when she doesn't find what she wants.

Who she wants.

F8ck this pl8ce.]

11; video

Mar. 7th, 2012 12:08 am
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[personal profile] eatsyourscience
[Souji's sitting on his couch with several books stacked beside him and origami cranes lining the window sill behind him. He's not looking directly at the camera when the feed comes on, but the way he sits back a little as it starts indicates that he turned it on intentionally.

He's quiet for a few seconds, as though he's listening to something. Then he looks at the device, pensive.]


How much should someone worry about the future? Or is the present more important?

[He isn't addressing anyone in particular, but he sounds like he needs a second (actually a seventh) opinion on this.]
f_tuesdays: (oooh crap)
[personal profile] f_tuesdays
*The video feed clicks on to show the face of a somewhat tired and irritated Sam Winchester. He makes sure the com is settled in place, then moves a hand to rub his eye*

Ok so it's...I don't know what day it is. *He glances at his watch, then rolls his eyes and makes an irritated gesture with his hand* Or what TIME it is. But...I need help. This thing seems to have a connection to some kind of network, so here goes nothing. My name is Sam Winchester, and I need help.

Can someone tell me where I am? This place is like...some kind of labyrinth. It seems huge...Anyway, I'm looking for any information anyone can give me. Also, I need to find my brother, Dean. He's...kind of hopeless on his own. I'd appreciate anything you can tell me. Anything at all.
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[personal profile] jivitadana
[Minato's excuse for not being around much (while I was on hiatus!) is that he caught a bad cold after being out in the snow, and then spent the past couple weeks recovering in his room, doing his best to deal with the events on top of being unwell. But since everything seems to have returned to Wonderland's sense of normal now, Minato is outside yet again, but not with the intention to get sick once more, not that he had any intention to get sick in the first place.

But then again, he does have snow in his gloveless hands, balling up said snow and packing it together in order to make a snowman that is very reminiscent of a certain mischievous Persona by the name of Jack Frost. At least this time Minato's not sleeping in the snow and actually has a coat and scarf on as is appropriate for winter wear. Just no gloves. Those aren't helpful when it comes to precision with snowman building.

His mp3 player and headphones are resting on top of his comm device that began recording the sounds of the ocean waves and this song, faint and distant and the result of Minato having enough downtime to find new music while sick.

Minato brushed some of the snow and water from his hands before looking out at the sea.]


... A year doesn't feel like a fixed period of time anymore.
fixinthemind: (/Angry)
[personal profile] fixinthemind
When I was told about these event things, no one said anything about dying left and right.

[ He grimaces at the screen. Twice! He has died twice.


Yeah ok so the first time was his own fault. Big deal. Who knew hairspray could be so flammable? He still died.

...And so what if the second time was also sort of his fault too? He liked his dream. Even if everyone started acting really weird near the end. It was still better than the current situation. ]


Are they all like this?
breaksbows: (Glare)
[personal profile] breaksbows

D --> If this is what being dead is like, I am not impressed
D --> Insolent f001s I demand that someone e%plain this
D --> Er
D --> Not that it matters I don't care if I am
D --> Alone here
D --> But I will admit
D --> This is ve%ing
D --> It is an uncouth situation and I am not pleased
D --> With this foolishness
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[personal profile] second_first
[Ikari Rei doesn't know what to make of this new reality. It doesn't alarm her, but it doesn't make her happy either. She's stayed mostly because it's where she's found herself--it wouldn't be the first time she woke up in a strange reality, so she doesn't really even question it.

There are no Angels in this dream. No Evangelions, no Nerv, no fighting. She's a normal girl in her second year of middle school. In the evening, she sits around the table with her family, eating dinner made by her mother. Yui, her mother, sits across from her. Her father, Gendo, sits beside her. To her other side is her older brother, Shinji. They love her. Or they say so, and their smiles look real.

But they seem to be in tacit agreement that something's wrong with her. She isn't right somehow. She's too quiet, too blank, too antisocial.

But she's loved.

Maybe that's enough to justify staying.

She hasn't decided yet, but she's running out of time.]
hamburellakind: (STUPIDSTUPIDSTUPID)
[personal profile] hamburellakind
[All over the mansion, John has been finding post it notes with poems like the following:

Dirty things. )
On his forehead when he wakes up. In his closet. In his cereal.In the boxers he was currently wearing. All in a surprisingly loving script, though some actually resemble John's own handwriting to a rather scary degree. Did Dave, like, hypnotize him or something? Somehow that's less creepy than knowing that Dave is that good at forging his handwriting...

But what is creepy either way is his sneaking suspicion that these things are all over the mansion. Where people who don't get Dave's special brand of humor might see them. John doesn't really want anybody to see the sonnets and villanelles Dave has been churning out in honor of his various body parts. It's kind of a private thing.

So, well, here goes nothing.]


hey guys uh.
if you find any post it notes today.
just burn them.
just.
do that for me.
set them on fire.
don't even read them.
do whatever zuko does or throw a match at them.
i don't care.
just make sure there is fire involved.
thanks.

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