20 August 2010 at 12:30 am
[The communicator turns on and oh look there's another one of those trolls that have been appearing quite often. This one at first glance seems to have been dumped in the ocean at Sector 4. ... Yes, quite literally he had arrived right there in the ocean and now his precious clothes were absolutely drenched as he attempts to understand where he was right now. While he wasn't in the ocean any longer and was simply standing on the white sand dunes, the dolphins could be heard chattering away... In amusement. Meanwhile, the troll was not amused at his predicament in the slightest, actually he seemed... Almost morose. Last he could remember before he was suddenly in the ocean was that he had been dumped by his moirail when she no longer had a use for him and had then been rejected by her in the more red quadrant... Now, he was who knows where! Still just as alone! He really didn't have the heart for this but he wasn't about to look weak to anyone. Not when he was still a troll of royal purple blood, he still had that at least! It just takes him a moment due to there being no text option, but soon he realizes the communicator is being used to broadcast and he can speak into it in his own words. Do note his interesting accent, as he pronounces all his "v"s as "w"s.]

This isn't where I'm supposed to be at all, could someone fill me the fuck in? ... Also, where the hell is my weapon? I could have sworn I had it armed on me!
[ video ]
17 August 2010 at 05:50 pm
[ just look at this guy on the screen. don't you want to be him? bright red suit, stunner shades -- he's the definition of modern cool. the ironic sort. judging by the fact that his eyebrows are visibly furrowed despite the sunglasses attempting to cover them, this young man is obviously having a hard time with this.

when he speaks, don't mind the slightly southern (specifically a certain lone star state) accent. blame where he's from.

Ah, hell nah. Back this shit up. I ain't done nothin' wrong.

If it's illegal to be as fly as I am, this just isn't a world worth livin' in. Hate on my phat beats and my sick as hell suit all you want... Ain't nothin' gonna stop me.

Someone please point a bro in the direction of the nearest exit. I'm blowin' this joint.
[ voice | open ]
17 August 2010 at 12:48 am
Oh, this... [ Terezi is amused, but there's a bite to it. It might even sound a little familiar... ] What is this, the Land of Glass and Noise Pollution? Gog you're all loud.

Worst. Game world. Ever.

[ Mumbling. ] Bunch of rotten, stinking imps. Just wait 'til I tell-- [ The sound of... slurping? ]

What, no keyboard? Ugh. Fine, I'll just-- [ A long, shocked pause. Then: outrage. ] Where the HELL is my sprite?!

Oh, someone's in deep fucking trouble now...
[ Video ]
12 August 2010 at 09:33 pm
[ on the screen is a girl that looks very different from your normal human -- what with the gray skin, yellow eyes, and large fangs. though she has two large horns sticking out of her head, they aren't viewable in the -- ah, there they are, visible as she ducks her head down to wipe away... tears? it seems she's crying! ]

L-look, Tavros... I know you were having so much fun ripping clothes during laundry duty, but did you really have to rip mine? [ she raises her left arm, revealing an arm that is far from the norm. in fact, it's robotic! toward the top of the arm, it's rather apparent that the sleeve of her overshirt has been ripped, the jagged remains of what used to be a long sleeve torn and tattered. ] My precious clothing? Really? [ insert over dramatic sob right here! ] This was one of the only pieces of me I had left.

Everyone! If I were you, I would check your clothing for any obvious rips. We have a mad man on our hands. A sick and twisted fiend. He won't stop until there's some horrible lack of clothing around. I don't know why, and I don't know what's gotten into his peanut-sized brain, b-but...!

I just thought I would warn you. [ aaaand scene. ]
[video | action | open]
11 August 2010 at 01:47 pm
[You can see a smiling Euphie and a floating, purple ball next to her. It's clear from the background they are in the park.]

Hello everyone.

Hello! Hello!

[Giggles.] I guess Morgan wanted to say hello too. [Smiles] I was thinking of making a request to Acumen, but I wanted to get everyone's feedback first. I'd like to request playground equipment for a section of the park. I thought it would be nice since we have some younger inmates here and because you're never too old to enjoy a swing set or a slide. Does anyone have any preferences on types things?

Oh! I have a request for Jun, Zelda, Jalyt, and Jennifer if you all have a moment to talk.
[Voice/open] NEWBIE LAUNDRY POST 8D [action/open]
05 August 2010 at 01:47 pm
Why do we have to do laundry in jail? Why do we have to wash everyone else's laundry? You people wear too much different stuff! It's stupid!


[This grumpy young lady tried fighting off the bots that fetched her and her compatriots and got tasered for her trouble.]

And why do I have to wear this stupid chain, anyway! It's not murder if I was going to eat them! [Grumbling and hissing as she folds a shirt with far more force than necessary.]

[In the dome's laundry facilities, the newest inmates are hard at work--or hardly working--on the seemingly endless stream of clothes to wash, dry, and fold.]

[[OOC: Feel free to tag any of the three trolls, or start your own laundry thread amongst your own newbies!]]
[ Voice ]
03 August 2010 at 03:56 pm
[ there's the sound of laughter -- horribly amused, verging on evil. it soon fades off, though the hint of mirth doesn't leave the owner's voice. ]

So, someone finally grew a backbone and decided to do something about me, huh? Not exactly the type of place I thought I'd wind up. This is like some sort of five star... What'd'ya call them... Resort compared to where I should be.

I mean, a welcoming basket? Really? How fucking cheesy can you get? You "welcoming committee" members should focus less on prissy troll Martha Stewart shit and more on rotting for the crimes you've undoubtedly bestowed upon your world.

I don't even know why I'm bothering with this. No doubt you're all a horrible waste of time and my precious life.

Prison! [ back to the laughter, before it cuts off. ]
02 August 2010 at 08:22 pm
He's positive this was not how it's supposed to go )

Ummm…..I’m not sure whose game this is, and I’m sure it’s a lot of fun, but I need to get back. Need to build up my friend’s hive and, uh, get my hive moved before the meteor lands on it. It’s pretty important. [He looks down again at the ball and chain attached to his ankle.]….that’s just excessive.