010: Dreams of immortality [dream | semi-open | part 1 of 2(?)]
27 May 2011 at 12:57 pm
( [Scene 1 | The 'Gift' | Semi-Open] )( [Scene 2 | The Accident | Open] )((ooc: there will be another 4 dream sequences for Minako, but they will not necessarily take up a post each - probably just another 1 post.
Both scenes are especially open to Mokou and Lambdadelta, but any other people who might be able to dream of living under the same roof as Minako could do so! Namely Nakama, castmates, and just about anyone else she's met while she's here, maybe.
Scene 2 is open to anyone and everyone. It will eventually end with Minako being knocked off the building and onto the ground below, nonetheless.
Scene 3 will be open only to participants from Scene 2 + a few friends of Minako that might have heard of her demise from the participants of Scene 2, and will be added on to this post itself, once Scene 2 has been concluded.))
24 May 2011 at 12:13 pm
That lantern show last night...
[There's a long, considering pause here, as though he's looking for the words to describe the depth of his feelings...]
... You know, I had to watch a turdweasel run about a place where fireflies were trapped under a blanket of tumultuous cloud, winking their asses on and off like some kind of desperate, obscene insect bucket show. I had fucking flashbacks to there. That's what that reminded me of.
[Now there's the sound of his feet stamping along the ground.]
Speaking of bucket shows... Wow. Why the fuck does a computer care who pukes what into whatever receptables a fucking drone comes waddling up to their door with? It's not like it couldn't just incenerate the genetic fluid if it didn't want breeding.
Of course, maybe it's just been a stalwart bustfuck about it so that prisoners can spend more time bitching about bodily autonomy than actually... oh, I don't know, looking for a way out. Kind of a good trick, actually. Simple, but motherfucking effective nonethefuckingless.
12 April 2011 at 08:39 pm
[The feed remains on audio and white noise for about a minute. Maybe some quiet humming. Gathering her thoughts? Who knows. But when the video flicks on, it's smiles and rainbows and sitting in a tree. BEST IDEA.]
What was that name... Seisette! We're having a housewarming party, okay~? ☆ Hmmm... How's the day after tomorrow sound? That's plenty enough time to get everything ready! Go invite a few of your friends over!
I promise to keep it small~ ♥
[Filtered from Minako]
[Silence as the filter flicks on. Then... HIHIHIHI] ...I lied. ♪
Who likes a party with only one or two people, hu~uh? So lame! Everyone who has the ears to hear this is invited! Be as loud or unruly as you want~! Property damage is absolutely okay! Fire extinguishers prohibited!
The only rule I have to put down is to bring your own snacks. Oh! And keep it a secret! I need to make sure she doesn't know, ri~ight? That takes all the fun out of the surprise~
video // open
04 April 2011 at 06:18 pm
[ The feed turns on with a sickening crash, and you get the wonderful view of the wall and then the ground, as if someone had thrown the communicator. Footfalls, getting closer, the clinking of chains in time to the steps, and then the camera is picked up and flicked around to Masamune's shoulder and the wall behind him, only to begin shaking wildly. ] What the hell is this thing? [ It stops shaking and it's quiet for a while. ]
Hey. Where the fuck [ a ragged intake of breath, as if to calm himself, ] are my swords? [ a beat of silence in which he takes another few breaths to calm himself. It doesn't work. ] And I'm chained up, too. Tch.
[ silence again, and the communicator is coldly dropped to the floor, giving you a fine view of Masamune picking up the basket curiously, only to throw it on the ground and stomp on it the best he can with one foot chained. ]
((so Masamune is completely clueless with the communicator (and all technology, pretty much) since he's taken from 1467 to 1573, or around there, idk it's what the wiki says. bold is him talking in English.))
[Video | Action | Open]
04 April 2011 at 04:10 pm
[This is a unicorn. But not just any unicorn, oh no. This unicorn has a pair of red cat's eye glasses, a gorgeous purple mane, and a diva's glare that would make a pop star jealous.]
Well! I've never been so insulted in all my days! First I'm kidnapped, then arrested, and now imprisoned? Do any of you know who I am, hmm? No? I am Rarity, and I am a lady.
[Sticking her nose up and tossing her mane? Yes, very yes.]
Just you wait till the other girls hear about this. They'll have me freed faster than Rainbow Dash can clear the clouds in Ponyville. It's one thing to capture me, but to place me in an area with such horrid decor... Do you intend to torture me as well? I mean, come on; a blind pony could do a better job. I could go on.
This is complaining, by the way; you haven't even heard me whine yet.
... You won't like me when I'm whining.
[video/audio] [filtered from Minako]
27 March 2011 at 12:15 am
I've had my curiosity piqued.
Is there a definition of 'persona' that I have not been privy to my entire existence, that somehow pertains to green skies and is a large secret of some form? A large and ill-kept secret, it seems.
[Video | Action | Open]
16 March 2011 at 07:34 pm
[Timid, shifting from hoof to hoof, a yellow pegasus with a beautiful pink mane looks nervous, fearful even, as she hides behind a rock, peeking out on occasion. The network device is sitting off to the side and slanted, as though obviously taken off. Shaking from head to hoof, you’d imagine that she’s cold, but the temperature outside isn’t bad. Voice trembling, it’s so quiet and faint that you have to struggle even just to hear it.]
Oh my a...a prison. Um...t-there must be a terrible mistake. You see...I don’t do very well with scary things, and criminals sound exceedingly frightening...
[Glancing around, swallowing thickly and voice lowering if ponally possible into a near squeak.]
Twilight Sparkle...? Rainbow Dash? This...i-isn’t a prank, is it Pinkie Pie...?
003: Lost and found. Probably. [Voice]
12 March 2011 at 05:41 pm
[so guess who wakes up in the middle of the night (after sleeping uncomfortably on her chair with her head on her bed) to find a companion missing and her room partially ransacked?
That's right, it's the poor female protag. Anyhows, the first thing she finds missing is something... REALLY IMPORTANT.]
[sooo anyway the audio feed begins with her sounding calm... but if you listen carefully you can probably tell that there's some suppressed anxiety hinging there
also, there'll be a constant tapping of shoes in the background, suggesting that she's moving rather hurriedly.]
Three-four. (she really says that in Japanese here, as san-yon) Please get back to me as soon as possible.
Location: Sector 0, Shelter. Late Night.
[Action | Closed]
11 March 2011 at 11:04 pm
[And here the pyro sits, perched like a bird on top of a tombstone that reads "Carmen Sandiego." She crosses her arms and taps her fingers, awaiting the pink one. The day has been boring and slow: the pink-haired girl sang a lovely song earlier, but Mokou ducked out of the camera's view for fear of the bots chasing after her. She has been entertaining herself by reading the public posts, but nothing of too much interest has popped up. She begins to doubt that the girl who called herself a witch really knows where she is.]
"Good behavior"...[Grumble, grumble.]
08 March 2011 at 10:07 pm
[And for every five people flipping out over being in prison, have a little girl sitting and eating jellybeans.] I lose Be~rn... Now I'm in pri~son... Worst of all~......
Is this headset! It's completely wrong! Can I get this in pink?! How does anyone expect the <cute> and <perfect> me to not match. Such an inhumane punishment, right?
[POUT POUT. Nomming more jellybeans while kicking her legs. And some people might recognize that metal clanking... And just as calmly.]
So... Anyone feel like cutting my leg off~? ♪