05 | video

Jun. 30th, 2014 08:56 am
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It seems that Scott was right putting a vets here. First we get an invasion of piglets and now there are dogs everywhere.

( Although guess which one Lydia doesn't mind so much though. In the background of the video there are definitely a couple of puppies running around and-

-oh. One jumps up on Lydia and knocks her hand that the video's in. It goes wonky for a moment before she corrects it, and starts scratching the puppy's head )


And since some of you have obviously never seen a dog before- ( She's talking about you Samandriel and 'what is dog food?' ) -you should probably go and see him. Don't keep a dog if you don't know what you're doing.

( Lydia on the other hand... might be thinking about keeping some )

And Allison? How many dogs can I keep before you tell me to get my own room?

( Kidding. Maybe. She's not going to go that overboard. Maybe )
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Ah, pardon me.

[Is that the most polite beginning to a network broadcast or what? There's an angel on your screens, Wonderland, looking somewhat hesitant.]

I have just a few questions, if someone wouldn't mind providing the answers for me? It's just that... Well, I'm certain all of you have become aware of the current situation.

[AKA, the vast amount of puppies running around. It's kind of hard to miss. The fact that he's currently lacking all of his angel powers and that everything is dull in colour are less important. Or rather, not anything he's going to be addressing over the network.

Samandriel glances downward, still seeming to be uncertain whether he should actually proceed. Also, there are a couple of puppies bouncing up at him and sitting around his feet, begging for his attention.]


I'm simply wondering, what is it that canines eat? And how often should they be fed?

[That's right. He's going to feed the puppies. As many as he can. It would be horrible to allow them to starve, after all!]
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What is the use of these damned vendors? I’ve no shortage of gold in my own keep, but these stubborn fools won’t take my word for promise of payment. Not even the bloody bank of Braavos is as hard nosed as these damned fools. The closets are little better. I've tried a dozen times to find a bow or spear for hunting, but all I have to show for it is are there tiny wooden sticks.

[Toothpicks! Why does he need toothpicks? Is he supposed to be hunting moths? He groans, rubbing his temple at the growing frustration of negotiating with the people who occupy this pace. It’s part of a larger symptom in that he simply craves some action, whether it’s fighting or fucking, he’s not picky.]

What this place could use is decent entertainment. We have a tavern, aye. But a sad one at that. But where are the tourneys? The action? Gods, but what I wouldn't do for a melee now. Seven hells, but I’ll end up fat and soft if I’m expected to live like this much longer. My armor will rust before it sees use again.

[A moment's pause. He adds testily:] And to anyone who might ask, I have no wish to read anything.
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[ There is no video feed when the device begins its broadcast. In fact, there isn't much but breathing and clicking for a stretch of time as the young woman on the other end turns it over, examining. ]

What magic is this, that I hear and see the voices and faces of others through this box? [ Enchanted metal, maybe. Magic was said to still exist in parts of the Free Cities, though the only magic she had seen in recent history was a dark, hateful blood magic. The girl on the audio feed sounds young, in her early teens, and though her voice is captured with confusion, there is a wearied strength behind it that extends beyond her years. ]

I needn't examine these grounds to know that I am no longer in the East. Still, I am slow to believe that this is the Westeros of which I've heard so much.

[ There is something very wrong about this place, she can tell. Some undercurrent of shadows under a guise of flowers and light. ]

I was traveling with a number of Dothraki--my khalasar--and a man called Jorah Mormont. Have any of them been taken captive here with me?

( ooc; Anyone who happens upon Daenerys in the gardens will find her looking like this. Minus the dragon, unfortunately. )
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(OOC: Until the gender swap wears off mid-event, replies will come from [personal profile] halfsister, his gender swap equivalent! Open sections are for the early days of the event, approximately glossing over the 20th-22nd. :D Audio portion is posted a tad early for convenience's sake.)

Chapter One )

Chapter Two | action )

| Chapter Three: "You can't get the beer even if you want the beer" | audio

[On day two, Adam's ready to get off this ride. Sitting down to pee all the time is too much. Not being able to twist bottle caps off without waging all out war on them with the side of a table or a bottle opener isn't just a waste of time, it's annoying.

If there's a quick fix out there, he'd like to know.

Hence, Adam comes out of self-imposed isolation to speak to the network as a whole, though there's a bright side to having a girl's voice and that's that no one can guess who it belongs to straight away. In an attempt to protect his anonymity further, he's stepped out of his room to use one of the wall units he's seen around and not his actual phone. Better safe than sorry.]


This Freaky Friday body switch stuff is great, but has anyone figured out how to switch back? Someone should let the talking lizard know this isn't fixing shit.

[One might be inclined to believe this bluntness is hiding a calmness of some kind. Almost.]

Look-- [When he goes to speak again, something clatters to the ground. There's a grunt of irritation. He's made the mistake of trying to grab two of his travelling companions--his personal device and a bottle of water--with one hand, the same hand that has a noticeably smaller hand span now, too small to hold both.] Damn it. For f--

[No, he's not dealing with this calmly. He'd enjoy going back to normal, okay, please and thank you.]

Are we doing something about this or are we just sitting on our hands, 'cause I'd really like to know.
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[ figuring out how to use the device isn't the hard part, no, it's swallowing the fact that either purgatory changed on him in what could only be described as seriously trippy as shit way, or he's in yet another new dimension. so have dean, wonderland, covered in dirt and grime from head to toe. it doesn't take squinting to notice the obvious splashes of blood either, though all of it's dried as if he hasn't changed his clothes in a while...

in his hand is a massive weapon; axe-like in shape, with a blade made of something unrecognizable but decidedly dangerous. ]


Alright, listen up. This is how it's gonna go; whoever thought this-- [ he gestures vaguely around with the tip of his weapon. ] -- was a great idea? Hand up now. You and I are gonna have a couple words, and how pretty they end up bein' depends entirely on you. [ a threat is laced in every single word. ]

Or I can always just start demandin' answers-- [ you know the violent way. purgatory kinda rubs off on you after a while. ] -- 'cause you know what? I don't have time for this. Not today. [ not when one minute benny had been going on about something or another and now the vampire isn't anywhere to be seen and his search for cas is interrupted.

which leads him to adding, after a pause; ]


Cas, if you're here for some messed up reason, lem'me know. Same for you, Benny.

[ end feed. ]
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way tl;dr arrival actionspam )

[The video feed clicks on, and for several moments the image jumps around and shakes, the one behind it pretty fuzzy on how it works and not exactly realizing that it's started recording. At least, not until his face comes into view after a few seconds. It's young in appearance, baffled, and...sort of completely covered in blood.

Hi there, Wonderland. Here's a little angel for you.]


Oh-- I wasn't aware that I...started this. [The image is still shaky, but it more or less keeps his face in frame. While also giving little glimpses at his unfortunately bright uniform shirt--those are red and white stripes staring at you all. A fast-food restaurant uniform, you bet.]

I'm not certain that anyone is receiving this, but I'm...not certain of much at this moment.  [He's pretty desperate at this point, and also kind of panicky. He's lost his angelic composure. In fact, every few moments, he glances up from the device to throw a look around, though he makes no mention of what it is that he's looking out for.] This place, I can't-- I can't tell where it is, nor can I make sense of why I have this device. But it would seem I don't have many options...

[Hence why he's turned to what appears to be his only one--a message out to anyone who might receive it. If anyone's kind enough to offer him some information, he would be greatly appreciative, even if he's a bit lost for words at the moment.]

video;

Jun. 4th, 2013 12:21 pm
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[When the camera turns on, Kirigiri is at her desk with several books stacked around her. The titles that are visible are all related to psychology and the workings of the brain.

She taps a gloved finger on the desk's surface, looking pensive. It's not her usual "I have been taking notes and am now putting the pieces together in my head" pensive, but a much more uncertain, bothered sort of pensive.]


The event was exhausting, but it has brought something of personal importance to my attention.

[She lets out a breath through her nose and raises her hand to swipe some hair out of her way, pushing it back over her shoulder.]

Among the variety of people here, is there anyone acquainted with memory loss and its treatment?

[Her eyes flicker away from the camera in a brief moment of self-consciousness.]

I...would appreciate any advise I can get on the matter.
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[ There's no introduction as River's face appears on the screen. It's shaking everywhere - she's walking as she talks, and it's hard to tell if she's even meaning to broadcast at all. She's hardly addressing the device after all, just rambling without any apparent point to the words. ]

They're in her head, always there, won't get out. She's trying to smile but Sao Paolo keeps pressing into her mind and ripping it away, she didn't want it. Terrifying beasts in pits of fire, with wings and without. Why salt? Why iron?

[ She presses the heel of her hand against the side of her head, screws up her eyes but keeps walking all the same. She keeps pacing the hallway because she honestly can't figure out what else to do. ]

The time will come where he's nothing but his son's memory, in hair but not eyes, won't stop it but we'll try. Everyone will try, but it's not good enough is it? Never good enough, he'll die for two before long. And so many teeth! More than anyone, more even than any wolf with a taste for veal. But control. Control she has and control she'll keep, so long as we all watch our words.

[ She stops rather suddenly, and for the first she actually looks at the device and addresses the network. ]

Why can't you all keep it to yourself? She doesn't want to watch siblings killing siblings and wings burning, burning, burning. The angels fall and who will catch them? No one, that's who. No one.

[ And on that rather pleasant note, she cuts the feed. ]

[[ooc: basically what's happening here is she's leaking out other people's memories, so feel free to recognise any details that may pertain to your character. action-wise, she's wandering just about everywhere so feel free to pick anywhere in the mansion to bump into her, and to handwaved her using your characters life if you want it as a conversation starter!]]
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action beneath the cut )

[He appears on screen haggardly, looks as exhausted as he feels.]


Cas.

[Because that's the next most important thing. He doesn't take the time to filter it, doesn't even think to do it, just...]

Cas, buddy, I need you right now.

[He starts to turn it off and then falters, like he's only just remembered the rest of the world exists, like there are people here he's got an obligation to. A soft puff of breath, a downward glance and then back up again. An apologetic tilt of his head.]

Sorry for leaving you guys hanging. It uh- Well, you know how it goes. Blake, you still here? James? ...Dad?

[He clears his throat.]

Matter of fact, if anyone wants to give me an update, that'd be... You know. Swell.

[ooc: Sorry for the TL;DR! All network responses are assumed to take place after any thread with Sam and Martha.]
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[Balthazar pops up in the feed with a tense smile. His ash-blond hair is mussed in a way that suggests bedhead too artfully to be an accident. Likewise, his clothes are impeccable, except for a burned hole in the front of his shirt. About the size of a fist, it lets a glint of metal from his necklace show through.]

Well, the first thing I’ll be needing is a bar. One that serves good liquor, preferably, although I’m not too finicky for a little rotgut here and there. Once that’s been handled, I'd love to know who picked this as the site for the family reunion.

[He pauses for a moment, then adds:] If I do find a bar, please don’t try to sober me up. It takes a lot of effort to get drunk when you have a metabolism like mine, and I hate to spoil the experience.
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[ It goes like this: Gabriel is dead, and Lucifer is still holding his blade.

He shouldn't have it, should have destroyed it, but perhaps it says something that he didn't. Perhaps it means something that, when he spreads his wings to leave his brother's body and winds up buffeted into a mansion instead of Detroit, the first thing he does is draw a blade not his own.

(It means he's sentimental, he tells himself, and he stows the blade with a scowl and a twist in his Grace that calls him a liar. It's not sentiment, it's regret.)

It doesn't take long for Lucifer to discover the device, and even less for him to realize that, archangel or not, he's not going anywhere. This place is foreign, oppressive, and it resists all of his attempts to escape, and that alone makes cold fury ripple through his Grace; he doesn't like being held. But there's no information to be had outside, and eventually he turns to the network.

To most, he looks remarkably average. Slightly scruffy, bedhead, wedding ring... but the look he gives his surroundings is almost chilly, and he is drenched in blood. A lot of it. It's in his hair, spattered across his face and down his clothes, and it's fresh. Even stranger: he's not even fazed by it.

But then, none of it's his.]


This is a curious little cage, isn't it?

[ There's something distinctly dangerous behind his detached curiosity; the Devil doesn't appreciate being caged. ]
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["Don't forget, you learned all your tricks from me, little brother."

All he can taste is ash, and all he can feel is the weight of his brother's gaze. It's not just the older angel's gaze that burns, but the Grace spilling from the gaping wound in his body. And not simply his vessel — though his vessel is by no means intact — but his true body, the one coiled inside. He feels hot, too hot, gasping out air that he doesn't need — and then —

His back is to a wall. Inside a house that he's never seen before.]

[As the video feed flickers on, there's a great burst of white light and a high pitched noise that fries the communication device momentarily. To most creatures, it's just the worst audio overload in the world; to angels, on the other hand, it sounds an awful lot like an agonized yell. But then the device repairs itself, and the view of the hallway resumes. The sound stops. A short man, blood spreading to cover his shirt, frowns as he sits against the wall. Mostly, he frowns at himself. His true self, his Grace, is too injured to do much except do the bare minimum patch job on his vessel, prodding at himself with his fingers.

Even that job isn't terrific, at the moment. He picks up the device in a bloodied hand and peers at it, strained to his limits and yet very curious. This isn't Heaven, Hell, or Purgatory, and it isn't nothingness, either.]


I don't suppose someone would wanna fill a fella in about this place? Tell me you at least have cable. I'm missing my soaps. ...and my spleen, but you know what, I'm still not even sure what a spleen does. I think I'll be okay there. On the other hand, if you only have Lifetime here, I'm out.

[He sounds about as wrecked as he looks — but being flippant about it is, for the moment, important. Gabriel's so damaged he can't even pretend to be a trickster. He is what he is — an angel who just scraped by death. Or died. He's not really sure which it is.]
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[If anyone was hoping to stay inside and avoid the onslaught of objects from above, those hopes are just about to be shattered. Along with Beiste's bedroom window and the back part of her skull.

If anyone moves quickly enough to investigate the crash, they'll find Beiste flat on her stomach, unconscious, bleeding, but alive. Otherwise they're about to find a dead football coach in the middle of her floor, surrounded by obliterated pieces of rotisserie chicken.]
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 --sn't funny.

[The video clicks on half a second too late to catch everything Castiel said, but judging by his expression... well, let's say he's not pleased. Not really angry, either. He seems more... put out, maybe slightly worried and just somewhat annoyed. He's standing in the gardens. There are a few dead fish scattered around him. Judging by his frazzled appearance, he's been hit by a few, too. 

Just as he opens his mouth to say something else, a large, silvery fish hits him from up above, hard enough that there is a loud crack and a trickle of blood running down his temple. If anything, this serves to anger Castiel more - his powers usually make it easier to dodge out of the way. Castiel holds the fish up for scrutiny, then tosses it into the pond with the others. Yes, some of them live through raining down on him.

Ever since the event started, he's been hanging out around the pond. The dead ones are from when he was too puzzled to put them in the water on time.  

Right now, he loathes the Mansion.]


How do I stop this?
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[The connection comes to life to show, mostly, red, until it's angled correctly toward the broadcaster's face. It's a young man, mid-twenties, who looks like he's literally been to hell and back; he's grimy and streaked with blood, the red and white uniform he's wearing torn and soaked with the substance as well.

Still, his gaze is focused, and though his voice isn't entirely steady he seems to be making an effort to look and sound as put-together and confident as possible.]


It appears that I'm lost.

[Which is something that shouldn't be possible for an angel, but he doesn't feel the need to mention that. He appears to have found an isolated hallway to hide in for the moment, and he doesn't seem particularly affected by the acrid air; or, at least, it's not bothering him more than his other problems.]

I'm not sure if this device is connected to anyone else's, but if anyone can hear me, I have some questions that I would appreciate answers to should anyone be able to provide them.

[Like where he is, how he got here, and what is wrong with this place.]

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