[Video]
18 January 2012 at 12:49 am
[The video clicks on and a certain troll is visible glaring into the camera. First noticeable thing about her though (besides, you know, the grey skin and candycorn-looking horns) is the fact that one of her eyes infact had seven pupils. She was not happy in the least bit, and her expression surely showed this.]

Really, I've been arrested? Terezi, if you expected me not to know this was your stupid sort of joke then woooooooow because it is SUPER obvious you would be behind this sort of thing!

I won that coin flip fair and square, I guess you just couldn't handle losing to someone as fortunate as me.

[Vriska paused and looked down, she was admiring the heavy ball and chain attached to her leg. It was sort of impressive that Terezi would go that far, but at the same time it really annoyed her since it prevented her from flying. But, was Terezi that fearful of her getting away? It made the troll scoff, a smirk plastered upon her face now.]

Did you really have to go all-out like this and attempt to keep me grounded? I'm sure I'll find a way out of this thing soon though.

Soooooooo I guess I can give it to you that it was a nice effort on your part.
[voice/action]
18 January 2012 at 01:00 am
action )

[voice]

[it's a strong attempt at being blank and completely devoid of emotion, but her voice ends up sounding very quiet, as of she doesn't want to be heard.] How strong do you have to be to kill someone?
video/action/open.
18 January 2012 at 07:53 am
[ when the video feed comes to life, alois trancy looks like he's swallowed an entire sunbeam. that's how wide his smile is and how rosy his cheeks are. besides the usual honey-colored hair that frames his face, there's impossibly black silky strands tickling under his chin. he peers through the wave of hair at the camera (which one hand keeps in place), while a few polished fingernails card themselves through it. ]

Guess what, guess what? [ is the giddiness detectable? it should be. ] Claude has come! My Claude! My Claude came to me and while it took him a fuck of a long time, he's here now, and I've forgiven him for being so unpunctual! And, for leaving me alone for so long, of course. [ isn't he a kindly master? .... and, yeah, yeah; never mind that claude faustus has been charged with crimes just like everyone else. nope, alois likes to fancy that claude charged in to rescue him from unbearable loneliness. ]

He's really terrific! The best butler in the entire world. [ adding quickly: ] In all of them, you won't find one better and he's all mine.

Anyhow! Today Claude and I are going to bake a cake! [ the view gets a tad rocky, he's leaning back to switch his communicator's camera to the side of claude's face and ear. the entire time, he's been perched and wiggling on claude's shoulders, kicking his legs, or leaning backward—giving the trancy butler a hell of a time of keeping him steady and unscathed. ] Isn't that right, Claude? It'll be the bloody most wonderful cake you've ever seen or eaten!

[ swoop! the camera suddenly pans up to a top view of the two of them, with alois looking cheerfully upward. ] So, if you'd like, you should come and have some.



(ooc: ;w; yep. claude and alois'll be in the kitchen this afternoon baking (or, trying to teach how...) a cake and making a mess of things and herp derpin'. either one or both of us will tag those who comment in. feel free to come help them out in the kitchen, laugh at them, or eat some cake. i promise it'll be good.)
[Video | Private to Sasha]
18 January 2012 at 10:16 am
Revive Revival
[Well, its been a bit of time since he talked with Anew and he had promised to tell Sasha how it went. Besides he still feels like he needed to talk to someone about what had happened. So he decides to give her a call]

Sasha, can I talk to you? It's about what we were talking about before.
[voice | open]
18 January 2012 at 01:13 pm
Tyr McDohl
[ Tyr hasn't used this to just talk to people as a whole in a while, so his tone is somewhat awkward. ]

Now that we're done being shuffled around...is there anywhere to stay other than this shelter? I assume there aren't a lot of empty houses around, but I'm not that picky as long as it's not as busy at this place.

Also--If Suzaku of the Defense Force is listening, I want to speak with you.
[Audio | Open]
18 January 2012 at 04:30 pm
Kurama
As a reminder, the first meeting of the Mythology course will be held tomorrow. We are meeting in Classroom 7 at the Education Center in Sector 2. Our first day will be a chance for everyone to get their feet wet, so to speak. I'll open the floor to students who wish to share some of their favorite folklore or legends from their home realities. I won't require that everyone share a tale, but discussion of the stories will be encouraged. This will be a chance for all of us to get to know one another before beginning more focused studies.

[ooc: The course information is available here. I'm not sure yet if I'll make a post for the class meeting itself, but if there's a strong desire for one, and the mods approve, I'd be happy to make that post next week, or if next week won't work, then at a more appropriate date, with back-dating as needed.]
[action | closed] forward-dated to night
18 January 2012 at 07:44 pm
Tear Grants
[For at least the third time since she'd arrived at the park and got to work, Tear glances up from where she's down in the snow, making her preparations. Whether from the cold or the hour the corner she's chosen has been mercifully empty so far, but even she can't help a bit of paranoia right now, in the middle of laying down the simple field she's made. Worse comes to worse, it'll serve as an alarm in the possible event that Diva rushes in, but optimistically they'll be Diva-free]

[As she finishes up each of the glyphs carefully inscribed on the ground, she scatters a handful of snow over it afterwards to conceal it from searching eyes. One more left-- and she doubts it will be long before either Puck or Conrad come. As long as it's active before at least the latter shows up...]
[video | action | open] Forward-dated to evening
18 January 2012 at 08:01 pm
[Video]
[Darn, he couldn't sleep. It wasn't like that idiot dog was around keeping him up, so that wasn't an excuse. Nor were there any enemies around to attack him. So why? It was evening time, and he felt mentally tired, but apparently his body wasn't. The feed switches on, revealing his unruly red hair, and the restless face it was attached to.]

What's the best way to force yourself to sleep when you're restless? [And the feed switches off.]

[Action]
[So, he's made his way to the Athletic Complex and begins running along the large open field, in just his winter coat since he didn't bring a hat or scarf this time. Maybe a few laps around would be just the thing to tire him out. Unfortunately, the small boy doesn't notice the small piece of frozen ground as he sprints and he slips on it, which propels him off-balance and he crashes to the ground. The impact causes his Communicator to fly off, rolling a few feet away. And now, the video function switches itself on after the button presses down when it hits the floor, so you'll see an uncouncious Yuta lying face first on the field. He's too independent to ask for help, so he'll just let his body slowly recover on its own like he usually does until he gets the strength to get up.]

((ooc: Yuta's slipped on a stray piece of frozen snow and sprained his ankle. He's in a bit of pain, and won't be getting up just yet unless someone comes by and wants to help him.))
[Voice|Video|Open]
18 January 2012 at 08:49 pm
Miranda Lotto
--back, Lee! [The network suddenly is greet with the loud clacking of something hitting the ground. There's someone breathing heavily and the sound of light growling.]

Lee, please, just--[Miranda lets out quiet noise--whimper? moan?--and then a deep breath]--Please. N-Now really isn't the time... Give th-that back?

[A muted vuul-vuul is her response. It would appear "Lee" doesn't feel like listening at the moment. There's movement, another soft sound that is almost definitely a whimper.] Give me that!

[There's the sound of a struggle, harsh breathing and growling and then the video cuts on, showing the ceiling as the communicator is jerked back and forth, the light fur of the vulpix's chest visible to the side. With a final tug it's ripped away and Lee lets out a whine of disapproval, but Miranda is suddenly in view, her face pinched in pain and hair everywhere. It looks like she's at her apartment complex but all that's visible is the stairwell behind her. Lee's prolonged whine sounds more like one of worry than annoyance. Miranda doesn't appear to be getting up anytime soon.]

{OOC: Someone fell down the wet stairs at her apartment complex and broke her leg.}