24 June 2012 at 06:14 pm
[Caroline's sitting with a pile of clothes in front of her. She's got her priorities straight, okay? You need to have good clothes to make a good impression. And Caroline need clothes like she needs air. She smiles at the camera and looks cheerful despite the circumstances.
But a bored Caroline can be a dangerous Caroline. She needs things to do or she needs gossip.] So... what's fun to do around here? I mean are there parties or dances or... bars? Tell me things.
[ video ] ;
04 June 2012 at 08:46 pm
[ a small bit of static, but it isn't too long before a man's face slides into view-- perplexed, and somewhat amused. the feed turns sideways, upways, upside down; all before the man grins and gives a low, appreciative whistle before he mutters in a quiet voice. ]
Niiice comlink tech we have here. New Republic model?
[ a beat of contemplation, looking at the welcome message before sighing. slight frown as he shrugs, taking another survey of the area before turning back to the feed. ]
Well, another prison. Why is it that everywhere I end up, I get thrown into one cell or another? I guess I should be happy that this is a step up from a force cage, but for some reason I'm not. Basket's a nice touch, though. Quaint.
Uh. Am I supposed to introduce myself? S'Atton, if anyone out there actually, y'know, cares. If this comlink actually works and if anyone can see this.
[ another.... thoughtful pause. he bites his lower lip for a moment, spacing out for another before stretching and cracking his neck. ]
Guess I should look for Surik. Or anyone, really.
[ he fiddles around with the communicator a little longer, murmuring a final "or maybe a deck of cards" before the feed shuts off with a click. ]
04 June 2012 at 07:34 pm
[Here, have a very peeved Caroline. She doesn't like being kidnapped. At all. Been there, done that but at least she's not in a cage or some sunlight tortue dungeon, and she's not being shot at. Her voice is deceptively sweet as it is firm but her frown speaks volumes as well.] Look, Klaus. I'm grateful for the whole saving my life thing but... I never said I was ready to go 'see the world' or anything.
And no matter what you think, kidnapping is not romantic. [She's wrinkling her nose] Not even when it's to some underwater hotel.
[video/action] Beach Party!
23 May 2012 at 06:39 pm
[Michiru has been busy today. She had woken up with sudden urge to throw a party so she had spent most of the morning setting up her idea and finally she is ready to let people know about it.
As the video feed turns on, people will notice that a portion of the beach has been set up for a beach party including drinks, snacks, and appropriate beach games. And of course the teal-haired Senshi throwing the party]
Good afternoon, Marina. It seemed like today is as good a day as any to have a beach party. I have everything that I thought of for games and snacks, but if you can think of, feel free to bring it as well. [And now for the fun part...]
And just to make it a little more fun, let's make it a clothing optional beach party. But please wait until you get to the beach for those who do not wish to join us.
See you here soon.[And video feed out]
[ooc: Why yes, she did say clothing optional. Michiru's all set up at the beach and will stay for as long as there are people there or until the gas wears off which ever comes first. Create threads and tag amongst yourselves and above all, have fun!
If you want to respond to Michiru's video post or interact with her, there is a thread here. Otherwise, notifs are off]
[video | open]
10 May 2012 at 07:17 pm
[Sam smiles, looking more impish than usual. His voice is hushed as he speaks.]
In just a minute Dean is coming home, and I have a surprise for him. I thought there might be some others who wanted to enjoy it with me. And for the record, he has this coming.
[There's a click at the door as someone tries it only to find it is still locked and inserting a key instead. Sam shifts the viewing device to bring the door into the frame. It's aimed a little low, so you can't see the bucket that was carefully arranged above it, but you can see a sudden pouring of white chalk dust over Dean as he steps through the door.]
[ Dean stands there, white as a sheet and pursing his lips before he wiped the dust out of his eyes. ]
Sam, I really hope there's a good explanation for this, because either way, I'm gonna kill you.
[Sam is just laughing.] That's for the toothpaste in my shoes this morning.
(OOC: Sam and Dean will both be responding with a brief IC delay provided Sam lives.)
( action )
09 May 2012 at 12:49 pm
[ You might find Elena Gilbert out and about this afternoon. She's moseying quite a bit in Sector 2 and 5, considering she wants things to do and she still needs some more clothes and definitely needs food. (Okay, Damon, because she needs to ingest something that's not blood or alcohol.)
So you might find her poking about the pet cafe with bags in her hands, you might find her holding a sweater or two up from a rack for perusal, or you might find her trying to decide if she wants pulp in her orange juice or not. You might even find her just taking a stroll.
Mostly she's keeping to herself, but she'll have a friendly smile for anyone who catches her eye. Really, mostly - she just needed out of that apartment to feel even a little bit busy and occupied by other things. Like "not Damon" and "not being stuck here." ]
( ooc: feel free to call, text, run into elena anywhere, or pretty much anything under the sun. \o/ )
[Video//Action | Open]
05 May 2012 at 02:47 pm
[The convergence of the week's events had her already contemplating this, but it was Neil's injuries the other day that had Lacus refusing to quit until it was done. The church would reopen tonight.]( Cut for length, feel free to skip down to the video )[Video: Open][At first, all the video shows are the stars, shining in the night sky. The camera turns to show the inside of the church from the entry -- it looks entirely different than before. Where there was once plain wood and candlelight there is now light and color everywhere. Not only the stained glass in the windows, but the walls painted in vivid, abstract murals, the altar and pews stained a rich cherry.]
[And on the wall where had once hung a crucifix, and a man from it, a vibrantly colored portrait, of sorts.]
It's finished. [Lacus finally appears on the feed, but not as you might expect. Her expression is stern and her eyes flat and grey, as though the light can't reach them.]
We mustn't allow acts of terror to weaken us. That is the truest war any of us will fight.[She blinks, once, her seriousness giving way.]
I hope... [Her eyelids flutter and her eyes return to normal, reflecting the light once more. But they close again, her balance faltering.]
[The feed cuts off as she hits the floor. If anyone tries to call for her, she doesn't respond.]
((OOC: Action is totally open to any and all! Network replies will be answered after an IC time delay. No need to read what's behind the cut to respond, and I'm sorry for the tl;dr... /)_(\ ))
[Video | Action to housemates]
03 May 2012 at 07:25 pm
[Movement knocks the screen, the entire video shaking as it abruptly begins to record, everything a quick blur, the head piece hanging at awkward angle, as though half removed. Footsteps pound upon the ground, the hurried breathing of one out of breath coming in heavy pants
At last, he's cornered. Petite though she is, her aura is intimidating, drawn up so that despite her size, she seems to loom, a corner of her mouth curling into a wicked grin. Fangs visible her tongue flicks out to moisten soft lips. Predator and prey is clear, positions set as the boy stares at the long haired brunette from within his corner. The hungry gaze of the girl unwavering, it remains fixed on him, her foot drawing a step closer toward his person.]
You thought you could run, but you should have known better, Yuuri-kun. [Head tilting, each step forward echoes upon the tiled floor, one foot after the other, pace unhurried.] There's no escape for you now.
[He laughs nervously as he tries pushing back against the unyielding wall.]
Y-Yuuki, aren't you being too serious about this? You can't really be this hungry. ....Right?
[She doesn't seem to pause, however, undeterred.] The chase really worked up my appetite. [One hand gliding to his chest, she gently presses her slender fingers against him, the movement light while her other hand lifts to slowly wind around his neck.]
Once I sink my teeth in, I'm not letting go. So prepare yourself...
[OOC: Yuuki is the purple, while Yuuri is the blue.]
19 April 2012 at 01:28 am
[He's not out of jail yet, but he did manage to talk Sentience into letting him out for a couple hours to work on his bar during the day. Since someone burned it the fuck down and it lay in ruins. He'll still be herded in at lunch and for the evenings, but for most of the day he'll be found at the former site of the bar The Devil's Compass. You know you want to talk to the caught psychopath torturer as he clears, cleans, tries to figure out how he's putting things back together.
Oh, his poor bar...]
17 April 2012 at 03:11 pm
[Nasuti makes her way to the library to return a few books and pick up a few more. It's still a few good hours before dark, so she settles into a dark corner of the library and turns on her feed, a stack of books towering on each side of her, framing the desk.]
I figured I've waited long enough to get this started, especially with all the changes that've been going on.
I'm going to start up a book club for any of you bibliophiles out there. I think it's a great opportunity for a bit of escapism, intellectual stimulation, and getting to know more about each other!
Consider this the sign-up! As soon as I get enough people (at least six?) and their availability, we'll get started!
[ooc: For ease, feel free to use this form as a guide for what information Nasuti would want in order to organize a book club. It's ooc for organizational purposes, to avoid any confusion.]
17 April 2012 at 05:31 am
I have heard that there are those who would call themselves demons living among us.
[Fenris' expression is one of casual disdain. It is clear that he does not think highly of you demon-types.]
Even those whom I once believed to be reasonable. Show yourself, should you have the courage.
[He doesn't have a weapon to beat you all down with, but he'd at least like to know who to keep an eye on. What makes him think people will be honest? Well.
Better to ask, right?]
[Gamewide Mingle: Thanksgiving]
07 April 2012 at 08:25 pm
[At the entrance to Sector 5, several very long tables have been set up outside. Low light is provided by street lamps hung up just for the occasion, a cozy dining room in the middle of the street. There's turkey, mashed potatoes, candied yams, cranberry sauce, and many, many other Thanksgiving favorites
. A warm, printed message at the center of the table asks:In the tradition of the holiday known as Thanksgiving, please feel free to enjoy this meal and think about all the things over the last year for which you are most grateful.
Come one, come all! Food covers the tables, enough for the prison's entire population, courtesy of the bots. Have a nice big dinner with your fellow inmates, and get your CR on!]
001 ( voice → video )
02 April 2012 at 09:43 pm
[ After waking up, it takes Elena a few breathless, panicked moments of trying to pull off the source of that sudden and disturbing communiqué and barely processing what Sentience is telling her. The communicator hits the ground and switches on to voice.
(She's not sure where she is. Someone took her? There's a chill to the air. She's surrounded by metal and concrete. This isn't - doesn't seem like Klaus. Because the voice said - what did it say?)
Inmates? Thanksgiving? - no, that's not possible. Neither is the weight attached to her ankle, which she touches lightly for an astounded moment and then gives a testing tug to pull off, to no avail.
Her breath is heavy and shakes slightly; that's all the network hears for a moment.
Okay. She can figure this out. Resolved and confused, she grabs for the device she had tossed to the floor. ] Hello? Is anyone-? ... Damon? [ His name is soft, and the last syllable trembles. Where is he? She can't be here alone.
That's when she notices the welcome basket. She sets the device aside in favor of rummaging through it for something, anything, her fingers eventually slipping over and clutching the pamphlet. There's a map, and she skims the words, processing them much like she processed Sentience's. Getting outside to see how real this is seems like good a plan as any.
It's a good several minutes before Elena's on the network again, and now she's on video and outside the ice rink. ]
This doesn't make sense. [ Her lips twist slightly; there is uncertain fear in her eyes, but determination too. Is this some really bad trip of her conscience? ] How is any of this even possible? Please, I- if anyone can answer me...
My friends, my fam- [ Her voice catches in her throat. ] Is Jeremy here? Jeremy Gilbert? ... or... Klaus? [ Please no. ] Ric? Stefan? [ She pauses. The silence is not comforting. ] Anyone.
video // early evening
31 March 2012 at 07:01 pm
[In light of recent events, we could all benefit from
an episode bookend quote some encouraging words, right?]
Bruce Barton wrote, "Action and reaction, ebb and flow, trial and error, change - this is the rhythm of living. Out of our over-confidence, fear; out of our fear, clearer vision, fresh hope. And out of hope, progress."
Euphemia? May I have a word with you, please?
[Filtered to the Defense Force]
Hey guys… I have a proposition.
video / action → garage
22 March 2012 at 10:45 am
[ a real short 'n' simple question from a grease-covered engine monkey with what looks like an ugly beast of a contraption forming up in her immediate background: ]
Ain't any chance there's anyone with a spare plasma cutter on hand, is there? Guess I could make do with a cutting torch...
[ wipe, and there goes another smudge of black onto her cheek. ]
If you could let Kaylee Frye know, that's me-- and Dean, stop scowlin'! I know you're already gettin' your temper up but it ain't even finished yet and you can't judge 'til it's done!
[accidental video | action]
20 March 2012 at 12:46 pm
[Somewhere people work out there is a man. A man working out. He chose his location well. He is shirtless and possibly glistening. It's a thing that happens. You can't control glistening. Thousands of people may be afflicted with glistening and you'd never know. At least not until their curious dog, Salty, decided the communication device was a chew toy and managed to hit one of the buttons.
Have a torso, Marina. There's an interesting tattoo on it and everything. And since this torso is working out you can see muscles flexing. Do you like the view?
How about now with a GIANT tongue coming right at you followed by dog slobber?]
[ voice ]
15 March 2012 at 12:05 am
Well, I guess it's official. I'm shit out of luck and desperate for a distraction.
So, porn or zombies?
And if you've got a secret stash, I want in on it!
[ Yep, someone's managed to avoid all the mirrors today. Blame Cas for disappearing. Dean's in no mood to see how crappy he actually looks. And, if ever there was one thing that helped cheer Dean up, it was a good horror flick and some porn. ]
[ action | voice | closed ]
06 March 2012 at 09:50 pm
[ Dean stumbles out of the bedroom, fully clothed and aching from more then just sleeping in a weird position. He felt like he'd taken the beating of a lifetime.
Please tell me you two are awake.
[ Please say its so. Dean doesn't think he can handle that a second time. ]
[ Sometime Later ]
Hey. Cas? C'mon man. This isn't funny more. Get your ass over to the house right now.
[ click ]
[oo1 | video]
06 March 2012 at 08:34 am
[A video post engages showing a boy who looks more than a little irritated, but mostly tired - immensely so, with smudges under dark blue eyes and stringy hair hanging in his face. He's breathing a little heavy, and lifts a hand to rub at his mouth almost absently.]
Okay. Okay, I get it. Prison, list of crimes, under the ocean or something. I got the brochure and the welcome basket, so no one has to do the orientation thing. Please.
[He pauses, and rubs at his face again, irritation fading and exhaustion lining the space between his eyebrows.]
The ball and chain is a little much. I just want different clothes. I'm already pretty sick of wearing the suit I was gonna be buried in. And...
[A long pause, and his expression shifts to something more pained.]
...this list of crimes. Some of it makes sense, but some of it...no.
[video | action]
05 March 2012 at 09:59 pm
[Here, Marina inmates. Have a flat, serious but good-looking face in your screens. With eyes closed, the man with aquamarine blue strands of hair looks rather calm.]
I require of your assistance about a way out of this underwater prison. Any sort of information and important details will be appreciated.
[Yes Marina. Only serious business. What did you expect? He opens his eyes and looks at the screen with determination. And with that, the feed ends.]