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[So if anyone happened to be a fly on the wall watching Blaine, they'd probably notice him looking a bit shell-shocked.

It's definitely a disorienting experience, remembering very clearly seeing a certain young ingenue off to pursue her dreams in the bright lights of New York, only to blink and find oneself in an entirely different place... at least, a place that's different but familiar all at once, if that makes any sense.

All he can see when he looks around are tall trees that make up a huge forest that's dark and forbidding. It's hardly a welcoming sight to see. How he ended up back here of all places is a mystery to him, but unless he's imagining things or hallucinating, he's got a pretty good idea where he is and where he isn't.

Now seems to be a good time to start putting the pieces back together and finding out the situation: who's still around, who isn't, and just what he missed while he was gone for what was, to him, about a year, maybe subtracting a few months.]


Um, hi. This is really weird, so I'm sorry if I seem a little confused.

[He even scratches his head, as if to demonstrate his confusion.]

I guess I'm back again, so... Hi.

[He waves in the direction of the camera and smiles a bit confusedly.]

I wonder why I got dumped here at the edge of the forest. [He peers around him a bit, marveling a little at how tall those trees are.] Oh well, beggars can't be choosers, right?

[And on that note, he begins trekking back in the direction of the mansion. Or at least, he hopes it's the right direction. He's still a little bit turned around, after all.]
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[the video turns on to reveal a young woman with strange gold eyes. Although her face won't seem familiar to anyone in Wonderland, she doesn't bear the usual confusion that accompanies new arrivals. In fact, she doesn't seem surprised at all to be here]

Curioser and curioser.

[she has already made herself comfortable in a tea room for anyone who chooses to come that way]
forsaintcecilia: (heeeey s'up there Kazuki)
[personal profile] forsaintcecilia
So, now that it's nice out, and everything's been... okay, for a couple weeks, I was thinking--

Well, actually I've talked about this with someone before, (are you still out there Blaine? We should be team captains!) but it just occurred to me again now! Anyways.

There have to be people in the mansion that like sports, right? I know I do! I miss them a lot. So I was thinking, we should bring the sports to the mansion!

I like basketball and soccer, but those are kinda hard and not everyone can play them, so I was thinking baseball! Anyone can play baseball! I think I could teach anyone who doesn't know how too, so it'd be fair for everyone. And with all the people in the mansion these days, I think we could form two teams no problem!

What'dyou guys think? It'd be something fun to do over the summer! Stretch out your muscles and make new friends!
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[personal profile] blustery
[Gee, what's that loud crash coming from your communicators? It sounds an awful lot like some delicate teacups and plates breaking, doesn't it? As the people in the mansion soon find out when the recording unit on the wall flickers to life, it is the sound of delicate teacups and plates breaking. There, in of one of the tea rooms, standing in the middle of a mess of broken china and squashed cakes is a very confused viking.]

Ohh man, those things weren't supposed to break so easily. How do I even... [He trails off, muttering, as he kneels down on the floor and tries to scoop the shards up. Suddenly, he hisses and drops what little he's collected, frowning at the cut on his hand.]

What the--what are these?

[Now that Hiccup's not flailing around in his confusion, the people still watching can see that he wasn't in pristine condition before (presumably) knocking into the table holding the tea and snacks. There are severe burns covering his face and hands, and his clothes look a little singed as well.

Hiccup rubs at his eyes with his better hand tiredly.]


Can someone tell me what's going on here? [From the way his head's tilted up toward the ceiling in exasperation, he's not talking to anyone in particular.] Just...gimme a break already.
forsaintcecilia: (and it goes like this)
[personal profile] forsaintcecilia
[Kazuki, like nearly everyone else, is highly enjoying this event.]

[After pulling out his trumpet for a little outdoor practice, he found that the local wildlife also had a penchant for music. Now he has a tiny choir of birds, bears and fish all singing in harmony with his tune. This could literally occupy him for hours-- heck, maybe even the whole day. But he'd be more than happy to be interrupted all the same!]

[Anyone have any requests? This musician is here to entertain!]
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[personal profile] petabytes
[ It doesn't matter how far away she runs - she can't get away from the sickening noise. ]

S-stop it! Just s-stop!

[ Her hands clutched haphazardly over her ears, she sprints down the hallway away from her room, panicked breath coming in short bursts as she fails to choke back her tears. After getting herself lost turning down random hallways to escape the sound, she finally loses the conviction to keep running. ]

P-please...

[ She drops to her knees and shuts her eyes, pressing her forehead against the floor, holding her hands up against her ears, trying in vain stop the agonizing squelching and screeching that's taken up residence in her head. ]

Video

Mar. 25th, 2013 12:30 am
breakthecurse: A Better Son/Daughter - Rilo Kiley (Swearing it's different this time)
[personal profile] breakthecurse
H-Hello?

[It takes her a minute, but eventually Tohru manages to turn the screen on.]

I’m really sorry if this belongs to somebody. I promise I’ll leave it right where I found it, but I saw that I could send out messages somehow? I think that’s how cell phones work…

[She’s never owned one, so she’s not really sure. But it sounds about right.]

But, um, since it can send out messages I was wondering if someone could help me, if they receive it? I was about to go make dinner for the people I live with and then the kitchen turned into some other kitchen entirely and that hallway wasn’t there before and I’m not sure how I got here but I really need to go home as soon as possible, please. I don’t know how to get there from here though, or where “here” even is.

If someone can help me at all, I would be really, really grateful. Thank you very much.

[She bows, but since she doesn’t really understand video cameras the camera bows with her, giving the viewer a dizzying final shot.]
no_eels: (♚ wat?)
[personal profile] no_eels
[Now that things aren't flying anymore, with intent to kill, Toothless has come out of hiding. He has some dark bruises, although it's difficult to tell with the color of his hide. His green eyes are disgruntled, his body language more like a stalking panther than anything else. He moves across the grounds of the mansion, comm device in his mouth, restless.

A few weeks have passed since he's flown, now, and he's already craving it again. For a Night Fury, flying is like breathing. He's been suffocating for a while. Being cooped up inside is against a dragon's nature.

Toothless half-runs up and down in lapping streaks, body close to the ground. Finally, he drops the rune to the ground and stands there, growling at the sky.]

06 [Video]

Mar. 8th, 2013 06:38 pm
justlove: Be Calm - fun. (Default)
[personal profile] justlove
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.]
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[In the music room, Souji is trying to play the violin. He's never really done it before, so he's not all that good. He never quite manages to get out a full string of notes either--he keeps stopping to look at the bow in his hand, to make adjustments, to check the music in front of him.

After several halting attempts, he stops and leans back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling.]


Why was it easier before?
forsaintcecilia: (something I wish I was)
[personal profile] forsaintcecilia
[There no video quite yet, just the sound of struggled breathing and footsteps. They're staggered, and he must be stumbling about, where-ever he is. He stops, gasps and coughs.]

There's something wrong... I can't...

[Normally he's so healthy! Like legendarily healthy. He can't even remember the last time he was sick. But even since the mansion turned into this dank, unpleasant hospital, he'd been slowly feeling worse and worse. Especially after he ate that sandwich that didn't feel quite right afterwards. Now he was struggling just to stay upright, while every good instinct in his body forced him to limp his way out of this standing-grave of a building.]

[His wheezing gets worse and worse as the feed lingers on...]

[Everything comes to a noisy halt when something happens, what sounds like falling down some stairs. This is confirmed when his comm finally escapes his pocket and tumbles down what looks like the front porch steps, though it's a little hard to tell from the dizzying whirl of video. But he is outside now, as the camera comes to a halt and gives a fixed picture of the sky.]

[Kazuki moans in pain. His continued struggled to breathe is the only sign he's still alive.]
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[Castiel is outside. The slight breeze is cold, tugs on his open trench coat. It's nothing that can protect agains the cold, which doesn't bother him. He is an angel of the Lord, a well-known fact around Wonderland, and he doesn't even feel the cold. 

Except... Well. He's looking a little pale, isn't he? Nothing worrisome, right? Him being an angel, it's not like any force of nature could actually affect him. 

Except... Well. He's looking a little tired, isn't he? But no, that can't be anything unusual. It's probably his worry over his mission, nothing out of the ordinary at all. 

Castiel opens his mouth to speak, but whatever he was going to say never makes it into the entry. Castiel pauses, looking perplexed. Something is tingling... inside... his face, which is a highly irritating sensation. How humans function when they are constantly bugged by little annoyances like this is beyond him. He wrinkles his noce in clear irritation, glaring at nothing in particular as he shakes his head to himself. He needs to pull himself together. 

Except then something happens. There is an explosion inside of him, forcing his eyes shut and his upper body to twitch with a convulsive expulsion of air from his lungs through his nose and mouth. 

As far as sneezes go, it's not actually a very big one, not very loud or violent or uncomfortable to witness. 

It leaves the angel utterly perplexed. He clears his throat, though, obviously trying to pretend this never happened, because angels don't sneeze

Except they do, apparently, and twice in a row, too. The video spins around as Castiel, obviously taken by surprise, nearly drops the phone. The look in his wide eyes might be slightly panicked. 

Except it's not, right? He's an angle of the Lord. He's not... This is not... It's... 

Castiel's nose still itches. He presses his lips together and cuts off the video feed. 

Just no. This is not happening, and he is not going to acknowledge it, unless forced to.]

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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.
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[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.]
no_eels: (♚ shiny thing!)
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[There's a dragon outside in the fog. He'd be running around near-secret if not for the fact that his foot accidentally jostles the communicator on. As it is, he seems to be... playing with the fog, lunging at it, trying to bite it.

He has to get his kicks somewhere... now that he's emptied the fridge into his belly.]
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.]
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[personal profile] canyouseeme
[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.] )


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[Fuminori just wants to find somewhere to hide, but instead he's creeping around the Mansion, staying close to the walls, but never actually touching them, shying away from any objects or furniture he comes close to. He's nervous, that's obvious, but it's also obvious that he's searching for something and his determination to find it has overridden most of his anxiety. Most of it.

After wandering with no success for awhile, he takes out the communication device he found earlier and decides to use it. He turns on the audio feed and speaks in a tone edged by urgency.]


Saya? Are you there?

[Fuminori pauses, waiting, then sighs. When he speaks again, his voice is more deliberate.]

Is anyone there?

I'm looking for a girl named Saya. She's young and pale, with long hair. Please tell me if you've seen anyone like that. It's important that I find her as soon as I can, if she's here.

[He pauses again, and when he speaks again, his tone is resigned, fatalistic, and not at all inviting.]

If she isn't here, then I guess any other information would be fine, too.

[He looks at the device for a moment, then turns the feed off, deciding to keep moving while he waits for replies.]


[Action and network replies are equally welcome!]
forevercapslock: (THIS IS RI-GODDAMN-DICULOUS)
[personal profile] forevercapslock
[For those who prefer ACTION/DUMB ACCIDENTAL VIDEOS Karkat is standing in the garden just after it's gotten fully dark, scuffing his feet in the dirt. There's a dented watering can in the grass next to him, looking like he might have drop kicked it and then found it and retrieved it because he felt bad about it.

He lingers out there for awhile, occasionally muttering to himself, then takes out a cigarette and lights it. He brings it to his lips several times, but never manages to psych himself up to actually take a drag.

For those who prefer
TEXT there is the following network post:]

IS THERE SOME TRICK TO SMOKING THAT I HAVEN'T FIGURED OUT?
THIS WHOLE THING IS SERIOUSLY BOGGLING MY FUCKING MIND.

WHY IS THIS SO FUCKING DIFFICULT?
forevercapslock: (LET THIS BE YOUR INSTRUCTION MANUAL)
[personal profile] forevercapslock
[TEXT]

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH EVERYONE?
AM I THE ONLY PERSON HERE WHO'S STILL MYSELF?

IF THIS IS HOW HUMAN HOLIDAYS NORMALLY ARE, I'M BEGINNING TO RETHINK MY ALREADY VERY LOW OPINION OF THE SPECIES.

SPEAKING OF
WHERE THE FUCK IS JADE?


[ACTION]

[Other than glowing and having sharper than usual fangs and wanting to drink blood, Karkat is pretty much still Karkat. Just, you know, convinced he is and always has been a rainbow drinker.

He's been wandering around the Mansion, glowing in the-- Well, actually, he's glowing whether it's dark or not.

And he thinks all of you are ridiculous.]
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[personal profile] forsaintcecilia
[Kazuki has taken up a new habit.]

[Every morning at 6 am sharp for the past week, he's gone down to the front garden to play a robust reveille to wake up every sane person in the mansion. At least momentarily. Because 6 am is totally a normal, responsible time to be awake for everybody!]

[And then every night around sunset, he returns to the same spot to play taps. This is significantly less annoying, but still just as loud.]

[Onlookers, feel free to open your window and throw a shoe at him or something. Or send him a stern text.]
forevercapslock: (WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH JACK SHIT)
[personal profile] forevercapslock
[TEXT and also ACTION]

[Karkat is hanging out in a stairwell. And he has been since yesterday. Because this place is Gross and he wants no part in the bedrooms or in being around other people uuuugh.

However, he has run into a small problem.]


LOOK, I GET THAT WE'RE ALL SUPPOSED TO SHARE ROOMS BLUH BLUH WHO CARES.
BUT THE THING I'M MORE WORRIED ABOUT IS FOOD.
IS THERE FOOD IN THE ROOMS? OR ARE WE SUPPOSED TO MAGICALLY BE ABLE TO FIND IT SOMEWHERE ELSE?
BECAUSE BASED ON MY EXPLORATIONS, THIS PLACE IS SERIOUSLY LACKING ANYTHING ANALOGOUS TO THE KITCHEN OR DINING ROOM.
AND IF WE CAN MAGICALLY GET FOOD BE GOING INTO A ROOM AND ASKING FOR IT, THAT'S REAL FINE AND FUCKING DANDY, BUT IF WE *CAN'T*, WE'RE GOING TO HAVE A BIGGER PROBLEM THAN WANTING TO ALL JUMP INTO A PAIL TOGETHER.
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[personal profile] hamburellakind
[John Crocker is in the midst of his 525,600th show, a milestone to be sure. His act may be old-fashioned, maybe even a little stale, but he has yet to grow tired of it, himself. In fact, he isn't necessarily aware he even...died...

Anyone who wants to watch a senile old man do Vaudeville acts is welcome to visit his stage. He'll be glad for an audience.]
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[personal profile] forgottenmother
[Action wise, Ammy is going to be sniffing around and looking positively down in the dumps.

As far as the video goes...well, the feed suddenly turns on. She's at a door and scratching at it, whining. The goddess stops after about a minute and lies down, ears drooping.]

1st Bar

Sep. 3rd, 2012 09:06 pm
forsaintcecilia: (ummm)
[personal profile] forsaintcecilia
Uhh…

[A somewhat disheveled greed-haired kid stumbles along another unmarked hallway. In this direction, he’s not going to get anywhere but further into infinity, which here, is the same as nowhere. Fast.]

This can’t be the old wing. Or the new wing… I think I’m really lost this time. There’s no way the B hall went down this far!

[Kazuki’s brain was currently doing what most normal brains do when faced with something implausible: it was thinking implausibly in return. Of course there was no way this was still school, and back in the deeper recesses of understanding, he knew that. But he was unconsciously trying to maintain sanity here. The mundane was extremely important right now.]

[And so:]


If this keeps going, I’m going to miss the lunch bell!

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