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[ Cue up one particularly irate face. He's trying his hardest to act calm, to not to let the vein by his temple throb with his obvious distaste. It's an obvious struggle between professionalism and an outright rant, one that'll spread and engulf all in its wake like a broken levy. If it breaks. Probably not a good idea to find out.

Or do. Whichever.

To anyone who reads this transmission, this is Starfleet officer Leonard McCoy speakin'. Anyone affiliated with Starfleet or the Federated Planets, please respond immediately. [ And he does mean immediately, because to hell with this standing out in the open shit! He's just asking to be kidnapped by unfriendly natives. ] Or, Hell, I'd take a damn Nibiran at this point...

[ With a grim huff, he looks askance for a moment before his attention rests back on the screen. The likelihood another officer is going to hear his transmission seems moot, so he tries for a Plan B as well. ]

I'll also take a point in the direction of whatever passes for a foreign embassy or emergency care facility around here...

McCoy out.


Sep. 5th, 2013 02:39 pm
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[At this rate, Donna's going to get a reputation for being the mansion's crazy cat lady. She's sitting cross-legged on the floor in her room, a different cat than last time - a tuxedo kitten - romping around behind her and a small fire extinguisher in her lap.]

I don't usually set much store by magic, but I was wondering if anybody out there maybe had some sort of, I dunno, spell or something to make everything in my room - and possibly my other cat - fireproof? And me, I suppose, that'd be nice too. Or if anybody has any ideas on how to go about training cats, but they don't really seem like terribly trainable animals, really. And how does one go about-

[The kitten suddenly bursts into flames, and Donna glances over her shoulder to make sure it's not setting something on fire. From her lack of surprise, it seems like this is a fairly regular occurrence.]

-teaching a cat to only set itself on fire on command?

[After a few moments of burning merrily, the flames extinguish themselves, and the kitten - apparently unharmed - settles down to lick one paw.]
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Hello again, Wonderland. That last little spectacle was a hell of a thing, wasn't it?

[ enjoy his customary lighter clink! and a low breath. ]

I noticed there are a fair few of us who don't feel secure in what we can do and what we have as it is, and I thought I'd help ease the tension up a bit. For a limited time, I'm offerin' some simple little pieces've tech I brought along with me from the rusty bucket I used t'live in. These little fellas are capable've keepin' you and any room you leave them in safe.

They're equipped with sensors to assess the danger and an automatic machine gun to dispel it, whatever it may be. No one will be capable've layin' a single finger on you without earning a few new body piercings for the trouble, and any creatures will have one hell of a time tryin' t'circumvent their watchful eye.

I know what you must be thinkin': Mister Sinclair, we don't have any currency here in the mansion! There's no way any've us can afford it! [ a slight chuckle. ] Well, sport, I'm here to tell you you've got the wrong idea. I'll give anyone who asks one of my bots absolutely for free, purely on the goodwill of keepin' the mansion feelin' safe and prepared.

And, just for the cautious: there's absolutely nothin' t'worry about as far as them ever goin' out of control: they'll be programmed t'keep you safe, and won't fire unless they perceive an actual physical threat t'your person. The manual can show you how t'make it learn who never t'shoot under any circumstance, as well, so you can set it t'keep your whole apartment safe or go after a friend in times of need.

[ click! comes the video, showing a bot hovering in the air, attentively focused at the camera and starkly lit by a light behind the camera itself. the room is otherwise dark, save for some soft coloured light in the background. ]

Just contact me with your name and room number and I'll send one of these beauties right on down, complete with care-and-keepin' manual and a round of ammo t'get you started.

[ ooc note: you may want to consult this post if your character is interested. ]

01 | video

Jul. 30th, 2013 10:11 am
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[ There's the obvious setting of a very clean room where Thea is, and the girl being tucked up in bed. It's not 100% willingly but it's necessary, and she's actually obeying her doctor (but only because he's a grumpypants and she has a big enough headache as it is). But the bed's nice, and she's apparently not dead ]

I gotta say, not being dead's a bonus. [ Even though she wasn't close to being dead, she hadn't been in the best shape when she'd arrived either. She still looks a little rough, though: bruised, healing cuts and in an obvious 'less than comfortable' way ]

Who do I have to thank for that? Other than, you know, the doctor. [ Because, as they might realise from her still being there, and being nice, she's grateful ] It being Wonderland and all. Rabbit holes and getting high? [ Because, obviously, the food and the wackiness from the story was getting high. Oh, Thea ] Sounds like a great escape. [ At least compared to what she drove away from ]

So what's the charge? And be honest.
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[When the feed clicks on, McCoy's in a hallway, and he's definitely wandering around, looking for something. He's been here about a month, but he's yet to really explore this place very well. At least, not the interior of the mansion. He's been around the grounds enough, but sometimes he still loses his way inside the walls. It's because all the damn hallways look the same. And there's no signs anywhere! Seriously, what kind of place doesn't have signs?

(Someone might do well to mention to him that this is a mansion, damn it, not a hotel, but that's for another day.)

In any case, his face appears on the network, looking as disgruntled as ever.]

Any of you wanna tell me where this bar I keep hearin' about is? Think I'm on the right floor, but I can't tell.

[Look, it's been a hard couple of weeks. He just needs a drink. Someone help him out?]
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[She should be more concerned about the fact she went from being attacked at her school's homecoming to being here, but Claire can't really be bothered but to do anything but stare straight at an empty wall. She's pretty sure there were just doors there. She was just in there, she swore it was a library. But doors don't just move on their own. Of course, most cheerleaders don't show up to new places covered in blood, so she settles on a skeptical frown and speaks up. Maybe someone's able to hear this.]

Okay, so I'm definitely not in Texas anymore. Good to know. [A pause, and she sighs. She's holding one of the welcome pamphlets that she found sitting in the library. It's promptly smashed up against her forehead in frustration.]

Dad's really gonna love this. I'll be grounded forever at this rate.

[Another pause, and she glances over at her now crumpled pamphlet. She gives it a shake, and looks completely bewildered.]

Please tell me there's a magic rabbit hole back home. I'll even take a tornado that leads to Kansas. I've just got enough to deal with without the Alice in Wonderland references freaking me out.
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[ Hello, everyone paying attention! There's currently a curly haired, big-eyed, eager looking teen of around 17 staring back at everyone. He's not exactly moving around the place, but it's easy to tell he's been trained to sit straight and polite, even though he wants nothing more than to hop in his seat. He clears his throat and begins: ]

May I have your attention please? This is Starfleet Federation member Pavel Andreievich Chekov, Ensign of the USS Enterprise. If there is other Starfleet members, I am requesting assistance to get eweryone to ewacuate the premises and attempt to return to their normal lives.

If there is no one here--then I guess-- [ Oh, man. Is he even ready for this? ] --aah... I guess it falls onto me to make sure everyone is safe. If there is anything you need, please let me know.

Thank you for your time.

((OOC: A reminder that the accent opt-out post is over here!))
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[A face appears on the network, that of Leonard McCoy, and he looks particularly disgruntled, a frown creasing his forehead. (The wrinkles are deep, almost as if this isn't the first time he's made the face.)]

Right, found one of those pamphlet things for the newcomers, and it was useful 'n all, but it didn't really tell me anything, if you catch my drift. Lots of info for people who're plannin' on stayin' here, which I'm not. So.

Could somebody give me the other pamphlet? That tells us how to get outta here? Or what planet we're on? Or somethin'?

[Or where his friends are? Look, he really needs to get out of this place. He's got a ship to be on and a universe to explore. He's kinda busy.]

Can anyone even hear me?


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