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[personal profile] itsahotone
[Now that Santana has met a happy little pony called Pinkie Pie, this is the last straw. All of the shiny happy people/creatures around here just make her think of Brittany. How well Brittany would fit in. How Brittany would be friends with all of them.

How Brittany is not here, and probably never will be.

And so instead of getting sad and weepy, Santana gets angry. She is personally offended by all of your cheer, okay??]


So is it just me, or are there an awful lot of happy-go-lucky do-gooders around here? You know, the eternal girlscouts that keep rambling on about the freakin' bright side of things. Your constant chipperness is annoying and just makes us normal people with shitty days want to punch you in the throat.

And this is coming from someone that's used to singing about her damn feelings, so how about you take a pill and give it a rest?

[With that charming and friendly word of advice done, she clicks off. In a second she'll realize she had her bitch dial turned up a little past normal, and be even more annoyed.]

[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.

12; action

Mar. 18th, 2012 03:58 pm
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[personal profile] eatsyourscience
[Because I didn't have enough entries in which Souji is cooking Souji has come to the realization that most of the people living in Wonderland is either incapable of cooking or incapable of cooking anything that doesn't have instructions.

Thus he is keeping himself busy in the food prep area, preparing curry and rice in the biggest and least questionably clean pots he could find, because this event somehow knows. He will share with anyone.

It smells delicious, btw.]
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
stealsluck: (Default)
[personal profile] stealsluck
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
eatsyourscience: (lost sight of things you want to show me)
[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.]
itsahotone: (know it all)
[personal profile] itsahotone
[Santana, for once, is actually purposely addressing the mansion-goers.

Or at least one of them.]


Know what I haven't done in a long time? Had a good gossip with my girls. Of course, my girl isn't here.

So. Hummel, I expect to see you at my door in half an hour. Bring whatever you want, I don't care--just be prepared.

[Her tone leaves no room for discussion here.]

Everyone else can stay away, cause it's none of your business anyway.

[Z-SNAP.

...A vocal z-snap, anyway. She doesn't actually do it. Whatever, shut up and leave her alone*.







*"leave her alone" in this case meaning feel more than free to bug and annoy her.]
usskickass: (How you doin'?)
[personal profile] usskickass
[Beiste pops on the screen, her expression initially serious.]

So. This place has been kind of a drag lately, huh?

[She brightens, holding up a football suddenly.]

Well, not anymore. I've got a pigskin and a ballroom that need a bunch of squealin' kiddies playing flag football like some hyperactive Mexican jumpin' beans with a death wish.

Who wants to play some flag football up in here?
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[personal profile] chicgenerosity
[Rarity has flopped herself down on the bed (gracefully, of course), and that is the location from which she has chosen to address the residents of the mansion.]

Well, now that I have settled into this place, and even though I'm definitely not very fond of it, I must say that now is the perfect opportunity for me to offer my services to each and every one of you!

You see, I am quite well-known where I am from, and I am quite the skilled designer. Being fashionable is one of my many interests, and there is nothing that I enjoy more than sharing this with others.

It seems to me that many of you could use my help. Some of you could use a lesson or two about what is fashionable and what is not.

[She fusses with her mane a little before continuing.]

I do wish I could recreate the entirety of my boutique here, but I suppose I can manage with what I've done to my room. It's such a small space, but well, it's the best that I could do under these dreadful circumstances.

[She smiles winningly and perhaps a little enticingly.]

Does anyone have any requests? I simply need to keep busy, and this will help with that perfectly.
kanayashrug: (Trollian)
[personal profile] kanayashrug
I Must Say That The Closets Provided By The Mansion Are Quite Useful
I Have Attained Quite A Variety Of Sewing Supplies And Other Useful Materials That Will Make Life Here More Bearable


As An Aside
Vriska I Hope You Are Doing Well
dragon_h8er: (Bluh bluh huge bitch)
[personal profile] dragon_h8er
[When Mindfang turns on the video feed, she doesn't let anyone see much of her surroundings. If anything, all people are going to see are her head and a bit of her horns.]

Well, this is quite a surprise. I expected to be on my ship, but instead I find myself in a luxurious hive.

[She smiles, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes.]

Is there anyone kind enough to tell me what our current whereabouts are? I've been to many lands in Alternia, and this is unfamiliar territory. I'm confident enough in my geography to say that this is highly unusual for me.
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[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] stealsluck
Vriska's used to her dreams taking her to weird places. Between her dreamself and the dream bubbles, winding up in her past isn't so unusual.

What is unusual is the Terezi who's approaching her now. Not just because Terezi approaching her hasn't happened in a long time; it's also the fact that she isn't blind. Shouldn't that be a thing...?

But then Terezi grinned at her, called her Sister and for all she knew there was something not quite right about this whole thing, Vriska couldn't bring herself to care. As time passed and the vigilante FLARP duo took down another hapless team, as she and Terezi parted only for her to find Kanaya - her Kanaya, one who hadn't broken up with her - and as she took her leave to feed Spidermom once more, Vriska found herself more and more drawn in by the dream.

As the days passed and no sign of change, Vriska began to forget. No, not to forget; she knew there was a way back somewhere. No way would the mansion allow her to escape her misery so easily but that was only if she chose to return. If she stayed here, if she played by the rules of this new world where she wasn't so utterly shunned then perhaps life after death would become bearable again.

She doesn't even appear to notice that as time passes, there seems to be more and more trolls surrounding her, poised to carry out her ultimate fate.

[ooc: Feel free to come and visit Vriska but there's no getting her out - she's doomed to remain here til the bitter end]

Text;

Feb. 12th, 2012 02:42 pm
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[personal profile] kanayashrug

To Whoever Is Receiving This Memo

This Is Not The Medium

Where Have I Been Transportalized To And To Whom May I Direct The Blame For These Shenanigans

Sadly I Have My Doubts About The Availability Of Such Information And Or The Veracity Of The Answers I Would Receive
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[personal profile] stealsluck
The video opens to show Vriska stood on the rooftop, illuminated mostly by the blue pixie-dust that surrounds her. In her hands is the device she was making in the previous video, the one with the domes and the dice, the deadly game she'd planned to just make and ignore until the event had stirred up her vengeful tendencies and pushed her to a point she would never have considered of her own volition. It would have taken so much more than it did for her to have actually hurt John, let alone kill, and she's pissed. Pissed at John and Dave and Terezi and everyone else who seemed to exist just to torment her. Pissed at the mansion for fucking with her head. And most of all pissed at herself for being such an abject failure to her ancestor's blood and symbol.

And so, here she stands, device in hand, the seven pupils of her left eye glowing as she influences each and every dice roll for maximum damage. After the final roll she waits.

And waits, and waits some more before finally facing up to the unwelcome fact that as usual, her doomsday device has failed on her. With a howl of frustration she throws the device away, where it will land and explode away from anywhere it could actually harm anyone, before dropping to her knees.

For a few moments more the feed continues to roll, showing nothing more than a fairy troll with her face in her hands, curled in on herself, before she finally seems to remember that she'd had it switched on and reaches to switch it off without looking up. The astute, however, may note the pale cerulean droplets on the palm of her hand in the seconds before it cuts out.
urnewkingbitch: (Can I face my own mortality?)
[personal profile] urnewkingbitch
[He's been around since about one in the morning, but he was conked out on the bed due to wow coming back to life sucks almost as much as dying. His body still aches from the ordeal, but Dave pushes through it.

Ladies and gentlemen, Dave Strider is pissed.]


ok im back after 12 hours and that doesnt seem quite right
whatever dont care
i need an update on what happened while i was busy getting blown up by a psycho bitchs surprise present
speaking of
to the bitch who did that
you know who you are
i know who you are
hell the entire fucking mansion probably knows who you are
youre going down


[After putting that out, Dave is going to go back to lying down on his bed. Damn does he hurt.]
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[personal profile] papshooshing
CG: YOU KNOW I HAD THIS REALLY AWESOME AND TOTALLY FLAMMATORY RANT ALL TYPED OUT ON THIS THING THAT'S ATTEMPTING TO BE A COMPUTER BUT REALLY ISN'T
CG: BUT THEN THE THOUGHT OCCURRED TO ME THAT THERE MIGHT NOT REALLY BE ANYONE ON THE OTHER SIDE.
CG: SERIOUSLY, HOW THE FUCK AM I GOING TO KNOW IF SOME LITTLE SHIT STAIN OUT THERE CAN READ THIS OR NOT
CG: LIKE HELL I KNOW HOW DREAMBUBBLES WORK, IF THIS IS WHAT THAT IS.
CG: WHICH ALSO REMINDS ME THAT I SHOULD KNOW HOW THESE GODDAMN THINGS WORK, BUT OH NO.
CG: APPARENTLY IT BECAME SOME SORT OF CRIME TO ALLOW KARKAT VANTAS, THE ONE PLAYING THE FUCKING MESSENGER TROLL, TO ACTUALLY SLEEP.
CG: HE ALWAYS GETS TO MISS OUT ON THE IMPORTANT THINGS THAT DRIFT AIMLESSLY IN THE AFTERLIFE BECAUSE SOME MISERABLE FUCK HAS TO GET STUCK HOLDING DOWN THE FORT. SHIT, I ACTUALLY WANTED TO SLEEP THIS TIME!
CG: AMAZING, RIGHT????
CG: HERE I HAVE JADE GETTING ALL UP IN MY BUSINESS ABOUT THE MATTER, BUT SHE IS THE IDIOT THAT HAS ME RUNNING ALL OF HER ERRANDS
CG: MAYBE SHE SHOULD HAVE PICKED UP THE FUCKING SLACK.
CG: IT'S NOT LIKE I COULDN'T HAVE OPENED SOME SORT OF MEMO WHERE HER PAST SELF AND FUTURE SELF COULD HAVE MET AND HAMMERED OUT THE DETAILS.
CG: THEN AGAIN, WITH HOW SHE GETS OFF ON TALKING ABOUT HERSELF
CG: I MEAN
CG: FUCK
CG: WITH HOW JADE CARRIES ON TALKING ABOUT HERSELF, IT COULD END UP IN SOME KIND OF SCREAMING HATE FEST OR SOME SHIT THAT HUMANS CLAIM TO NOT UNDERSTAND.
CG: GOD, I JUST WROTE ANOTHER WALL OF GRAY SHIT THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO SOUND INTELLIGENT AND YET JUST ENDS UP BEING JUST AS DUMB AS WHAT I WROTE BEFORE.
CG: FUCK, PAST ME NEEDS TO CRAWL INTO A CAVE AND JUST PRAY AT SOME CLOWN'S ALTER TO BE CULLED ON SIGHT.
CG: I'M DONE BEFORE I EMBARRASS MYSELF FURTHER.
CG: ALSO, FUCK THAT SHIT ABOUT HAVING TO TYPE OUT TROLLING OR WHATEVER.
CG: I AM CURRENTLY LACKING IN THE GIVING ANY FUCKS DEPARTMENT.
CG: MY QUOTA HAS BEEN MET SO SUCK MY BULGE I DON'T EVEN CARE.
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[personal profile] itsahotone
[The narration apologizes for posting again so soon since the last time, but it couldn't be helped. Because you see, the other day's run-in with Tweedledee and Tweedledum has left Santana a little...unhinged. And not unhinged in the weirdly cheerful way she and Puck were for the glee club announcement, no.

Unhinged in the sense that she has barely left her room. The drawing she found on the beach after Christmas was brought out, stared at, crumpled up and tossed under her bed, then brought out and flattened out again. It's face down on her dresser now, because every time she looks at it, there's a twisty feeling in her gut and she hates it.

So there she is, playing a violent video game--oh, did we forget to mention? She finally caved and got the same games she so enjoyed kicking Tim's ass in out of the closet. Apparently the desperate urge to not think about Brittany means she allowed herself to think a little about Tim. Who knew?

Anyway, the point is, she doesn't notice the comm recording her bloodthirsty gaming action, but since she's looking for distractions, she won't care.]
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[personal profile] sinkships
[Well well well, would you look at that. Another one of those trolls, though this one looks larger than most. Perhaps that's why her smile looks more like that of something that's going to devour everyone and everything. She taps her cane against the floor exactly 7 times and smiles a little wider.]

This is not where I was expecting to end up, much less while I was in the middle of closing a rather high-profile case.

[Smiling wider still.]

So. I would very much be obliged to whoever could show me a proper exit so that justice may triumph upon my return. At the very least, I would be grateful to those who would direct me to a method with which I may send the proper forms in triplicate that would allow me to postpone the trial until a later date.

[Her smile drops just a little, barely a fraction of an inch, when she mentions postponement.]
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[personal profile] stealsluck
[Vriska's been quiet of late. Too quiet, for those who know her and especially for those who know her well. By rights, the mansion should have been torn to pieces by now, but unless you're one of the two to have been the last to see her, you'd never even know she was upset.

Apparently the mansion is concerned by this as well, which is why it decides to switch on her communication device and let everyone see what she's up to.

First thing to note: her room is a mess. There are broken magic-8 balls and various-sided dice (though mostly eight-sided) everywhere, and as for her Nic shrine? Well, it's seen better days if the half-torn posters and general destruction of said shrine is anything to go on.

And Vriska? She's sat at a table, an assortment of seemingly random items surrounding her, focusing on the half-completed device in front of her. It's hard to tell what, exactly, she's building but whatever it is, it's circular and has a dome in the centre. Currently, Vriska seems to be attaching another, smaller dome to the outside, though not before slipping a six-sided dice underneath. Dome attached, she gives it a quick press to ensure the mechanism's working, though she doesn't seem particularly delighted by the fact that it does. In fact, throughout the recording her expression is markedly expressionless - another warning flag, for those familiar with the dramatic spidertroll.

The feed cuts off, with Vriska none the wiser to the fact that her activities have been broadcast]

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