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24 May 2012 at 10:04 pm
ii'm 2tartiing two thiink that today ii2 offiiciially let'2 2how the world our feel2 day.
the world at large doe2n't need two hear them 2o how about you cram iit up your 2eedflap2 and 2top two thiink about that before expo2iing the re2t of u2 two your 2hame.
iit'2 liike ii'm 2ufferiing from miild 2econd had embarra22ment for all you poor grubmunche2 over here.
or maybe people are fiinally 2tartiing two lo2e theiir miind2.
[video | open]
23 May 2012 at 09:40 pm
[There's nothing to be seen for a few moments, the image's focus blurred, but light giggling can be heard in the background. The giggling becomes laughter interspersed with honking, somewhat unhinged.

The picture soon comes into focus, and in the center of the screen is a puppet dressed all in green. It seems to be standing on its own, only a dark blur of movement now and then announcing Gamzee's presence as he moves and controls it.]

Haa haa!

Hee hee.

Motherfuckin' hoo hoo!

[The puppet, in the troll's quick and unseen hands, begins to perform an odd little jig for anyone watching.]
[Audio & Filtered Video]
17 May 2012 at 07:31 pm
Hello fellow shitstains, tell me more about your strange love quadrant that has nothing to do with pity or hate. Look at me, being oh-so-fucking magnanimous and not writing it off as idiocy.

[Video;; Filtered to Sollux]

[He looks nervous, dreadfully nervous. He's even doing that thing where he gnaws at his lower lip a bit when he's riddled with anxiety or self hate. He stays quiet for a long time, regretting that he did video because fuck how is he supposed to say this...]

Hey, look, I'm an idiot, we both fucking know that. Idiot doesn't even begin to cover it. I'm so far fucking past idiot; idiot is panting and huffing and dying at the beginning of the race, hello I'm about to run through that fucking ribbon that declares that I'm too far past idiot. I don't think there's a bigger bulgebrain out there. This is me trying to say I'm sorry, even though I know there's no reason to accept it. But I'll apologize anyway because fuck, you deserve it.

We should talk about this... Meaning I should stop being a huge fucking coward about things.
12 May 2012 at 08:15 pm
Tho... Can thomeone ekthplain why thethe beeth are yellow inthead of purple?

[ in the background is the pleasant buzz of, you guessed it. bees in the background. Sollux seems pretty at ease with them, despite the question. sure does have one in his hand, scrutinizing it behind his red and blue shades. ]

I'm not complaining, thinthe having defective beeth are better than having none at all. But they are defective, making a roundish hive inthead of a mainframe one. Bet I can fikth that one, though.

Do you even make honey... [ yeah, he just asked the bee that. ]
08 May 2012 at 02:34 pm
[upon her arrival, Painwheel definitely had a little bit of an episode. she tore up that welcome basket and flipped her every shit available to be up-ended, and finally inspected the network a little once she calmed down and all the fear and irrational anger subsided—once she realized she's actually in control and she doesn't have to be such a fucking spaz.

it occurs to her, however, that she hasn't properly socialized in a very long time. she's probably bad at carrying on conversation. she also doesn't want to talk about herself. she doesn't want people to see her face. but she wants to know about the other criminals here. she wants to know people like she used to know people. they can't all be bad, right? ...RIGHT??

and so, she's been inspired to make this post!]

...Hello— [her voice is deep and worn, gravelly in its quality, like her vocal chords have been blown out a little.] My...name is Painwheel.

[she takes an unsteady breath in, and manages to push herself forward, a little.]

There's a lot of people here—people who've committed crimes... So I guess that's our common ground, as people... But that can't be it, right?

So...what do all of you enjoy? Who are you? I'd... like to know, I think.
[ Action | Closed to Karkat, Gamzee and Sollux ]
06 May 2012 at 10:58 pm
[Pacing back and forth in his rather hastily cleaned yet livable shiphive, everything set up for another troll to be there for a few days, Eridan awaits said troll's arrival. That troll, he expects, is to be Karkat. Oblivious to this, every troll in the prison was about to show up as if they were invited by him. When, really, he had only invited Karkat. However, when does anything ever go right for him? Either way, as he continues to pace about, his shiny horsea Caligula follows him as if playing a fun game while the sea troll is more or less full of nerves. At least he wouldn't have to think about killing Jack, for awhile --

Not when he was going to be freaking out about Gamzee knowing where he lives, instead...]
[Video | Action]
04 May 2012 at 01:13 pm
[Hiling is at the arcade, if the background noise from the games didn't make it obvious. She grins as she displays a new addition she just finished installing. The camera pans from the pilot's seat to the control panel to the screen which shows two mobile suits fighting.]

My little project is nearly complete. The simulator's already got data from a few mobile suits including my own, but I want more. Anyone who wants their mobile suit or equivalent added, come see me at the arcade and we'll get that programmed in. Or just come try it out.
02 May 2012 at 08:49 pm
[Hello Marina, a short troll is grumbling, huffing and puffing in anger at you via video. Look at him on a bunch of pillows, some his own, some not and some most definitely stolen from Sollux's bed.]

First of all, whoever created pillows, fucking genius!

Second of all, none of you are the ones that invented pillows so you are all fucking idiots.

[Let him just shift to get more comfortable.]

This isn't why I bugged you today, no instead, I bugged you all to ask how you deal with asshole roommates that should be punched right on the fucking lisp. Suggestions? Comments?

(shhh my phone never corrected anything to Vatheon what are you talking about.)
[action | open]
31 March 2012 at 02:02 pm
[There hasn't been much going on, but Hiling still attends to her duties at the post office. It seems that today she has found something other than bubble wrap to keep herself occupied. She sits at the desk, writing a letter on official post office stationary. She taps the pen on the desk while she's thinking.]
25 March 2012 at 11:56 pm
[ Open for all; Midday ]

[ so the bad mood has pretty much carried over and Sollux is finding stress relief in the only way that he knows how. WHY Sollux is pissy is kind of even beyond his reach at the moment. he has no real reason to be, but he just is. it's really no wonder that he's kind of holed himself up with the computers. in fact, he's using three of them at the moment, keys clacking away with hues of red and blue surrounding them. Sollux Captor is going to town, coding and coding and coding. people approaching? he probably won't even notice or care. ]

[ Closed for Karkat; Late at night ]

[ well really their joint hive is the last place that he wants to be. too much crap to deal with here, but Sollux is pretty drained. using his powers comes with a price and exhaustion is about to take hold. usually in his previous phase he'd be awake for days. not this time. the strain of using his powers and the flip flops in his mood have taken a toll. god, how he longs for a proper recuperacoon at the moment. yet here he is, stuck with a stupid bed. that's what humans called them, right? beds? what a stupid name.

almost as stupid as he is for getting worked up over nothing. maybe some sleep would just make everything go away. ]
[Action | Closed]
19 March 2012 at 08:29 pm
[Karkat watched the screen wide eyed, hiding a contented look behind ravenous fistfulls of popcorn (A food he's finding himself eating far too often these days). The popcorn seems somewhat never ending in the large sized carton that's in his lap angled so Sollux could have some if he so well pleased. Karkat's other hand full of some form of chocolate and mint candy that was waiting for him to finish chewing the fluffy junk food.

He lets out a soft sigh between fistfuls of food to shove down his throat. It was good be be away from everything, albeit a bit boring. It was nice not to worry about everything he had to before. It was also good to see his best friend not blind, toothless and well obviously alive. He was also pretty happy lately, without the voices in his head.

And FUCK that was a pretty obvious smirk on his face, Karkat stop thinking about stupid things and watch your goddamn movie, you've been emotionally invested thus far!]
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03 March 2012 at 08:43 pm
Unhackable to Karkat )

Open to all; Cut for Troll Text )

(( Text reads:
god, i've already been here for two nights and i'm about to rip off my horns in boredom.
what do any of you fleshy creatures DO around here anyway?
the arcade is out of the question since i tried that already and none of it is challenging. ))
[Voice/Action | Closed]
28 February 2012 at 12:26 am
[It's a dawn of a new day, and York has been up early readying himself to attend to a critically important bit of business. Is it a Brave Vesperia mission? Defense Force errands? Solving crime?]

[York slips his communicator on and activates a filter.]

Karkat, it's time.

Bring your best movies over. I've made popcorn.
[Voice | Open / Action | Closed]
25 February 2012 at 08:16 pm
[It's so late that you can reasonably get away with calling it "early" when PM gives up on sleep. After throwing on the bare minimum of clothing to deal with the weather, she leaves the comfort of her home. Her sour mood, compounded by exhaustion and newfound anticipation for the next day, just serve to make her feel even colder than the weather alone is responsible for. The bath house seems like a good idea, so she sets out, stepping quietly so that her shelled feet make minimal noise on the walkways.]

[Once she's there, though, a thought occurs to her. It pains her to involve other people in her business, but she doesn't really know how else to handle it. Towel wrapped tightly around her, she hesitates in the changing room for a bit as she draws up the desire to make the call, shuffling out into the main baths as she does so.]


[PM speaks softly, almost in a whisper, because although she hopes people take the headset off when they go to bed, she can't be too sure.]

Is anyone still awake? And is willing to discuss, er... feelings?

[At worst, she might get a few trolls trying to talk to her about troll romance, but even that would be an improvement over the current situation.]

((OOC: sorry for two posts so quickly, I had this one planned before the mods told me we needed a mail post :3c ))
[video/action | open] early evening
25 February 2012 at 03:32 am
[There is a troll sitting outside of the pet center.

He's just sitting there on the ground, legs crossed, watching the animals in their pens with a calm but creepy sort of smile.

Gamzee could probably use some cleaning up, as he hasn't done much of that since he arrived. The clown paint on his face is still terribly smeared. Dried blood still clings to his fingernails, though few aside from another troll would likely guess what that was.

The bots are not allowing him access to the animals, but that doesn't mean he can't watch them play. Or record them playing for whoever might be watching.]

Look at them little furbeasts.
[mingle] Mistletoe Bots
13 February 2012 at 04:14 pm
[Lovely day for being in any open, common area of the dome, isn't it? Of course there is a chance of kissing bot, but it's always something in the underwater prison.]

(OOC: Check out the OOC post for details. Pucker up! Edit: Links for those with loading problems!)
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07 February 2012 at 11:57 am
Drug abuse? Drug abuse?

[There's an angry growl followed by a loud THUD as Gamzee gets up only to be stopped short by the chain attached to his ankle. Some moments of silence follow, punctured only by the occasional rattling of chain as the troll tugs on it.]


[Then he's examining the communication device, having pulled it off his head. The viewer may be witness to his still bleeding face, clown paint a complete mess. He taps at the device with a finger as he tries to figure out how to use it.]

This how this shit's gonna go? Gonna lock this brother all up after everything?
[ voice ]
06 February 2012 at 08:33 pm

How are any of thethe thingth even conthidered criminal? Are we going to get thome shitty neophyte down here tho we can thtart the traditional and thuperfithial trial? Or can we fucking thkip that and go thraight for the goddamned noothe becauthe I REFUTHE TO BELIEVE THAT I AM THTUCK HERE FOR THE RETHT OF MY FEW REMAINING THWEEPS LEFT! NOT WITH THITH PIETHE OF SHIT THRAPPED ONTO MY HEAD! THOMEONE BETTER GET THITH FUCKING THING OFF OF MY ANKLE TOO!

[ welp. that would be the sound of said ball and chain rattling uselessly. he can't do a thing about it and after a few moments? the sound dies down to groaning and heavy breathing. mood. plummeting. ]


Fuck, I gueth that thith really had been thort of inevitable, with thome bulgethucker like me. Way to fucking go, Captor.
[Video Open | Filtered]
29 January 2012 at 03:54 pm
[There on video is the sight of a somewhat more calm than last time troll. Instead of fear, anger is written on his face. His silly looking overbite probably cancels out the intended effect though. He doesn't seem to care as black eyebrows knit together.]

So, are we supposed to do anything vaguely productive or are we just supposed to sit on our fucking backsides and wait to die in here?

[He cards a hand through his hair, aggravation obvious.]

I don't even have any of my glorious movies here to pass the time, this is a daymare, oh my god.

[Filtered to Eridan]

Ampora, I met your moirail.

He said that me being ripped from my timeline and brought here means I have a second chance to make it up to you. I didn't really think of it like that and I don't really know how to apologize for something you haven't experienced yet, that sound fucking dumb. I mean, yeah, fuck, you were out of line and I'm not saying it's okay what you did, it's not okay that you fucking killed them. But I guess I'm saying I forgive you for it? You have no idea what I'm even apologizing and forgiving you for, so let me explain. Pay attention and prepare to get schoolfed.

Later on in the game you kill Feferi and Kanaya and blind Sollux because for some reason you get it in your damaged thinkpan (at the time) that that's a good idea. You fucking killed them, right in front of me. And destroyed the matriorb! I was too terrified to do a single fucking thing before you left, so I threatened you. I said some pretty fucking horrible shit to you, broke our pact and said I'd kill you.

Then Kanaya came back as a rainbow drinker or some hoofbeast shit and... well.. She cut you in half... With her chainsaw... I wasn't even around when she did it. The only reason I really knew was because after Gamzee snapped, he put all the bodies in tanks, chopped all the heads off the dead bodies and walked around with them... I couldn't fucking save anyone...

I'm sorry you die, and I'm fucking sorry I couldn't save you, or anyone for that fucking matter and even if you were a huge fucking conksuck murderous shitbag. I forgive you, I'm not going to hate you or other version of you for it, platonically or not... Everyone did a lot of stupid shit and neither one of us gain anything from me holding a grudge. I was thinking about it and I probably should be mad at you but there's really no fucking point to be anymore.

[Y e p, Eridan, that sure is Karkat looking nervous as all hell...]
06 January 2012 at 08:41 pm
[Closed Mingle – Sanguinala Feast]
[The noontime feast was held in the house that would soon find itself under construction—tools and materials had been hastily dragged outside, as they'd been stored within for safe keeping during the shelter lock-down and, fortunately, for the snow-in. In their place, the two commisars from the Imperium of Mankind hastily cleaned and decorated the place with swaths of gold and red, while in the Shelter, Felicia and Sasha oversaw the preparation of the meal.]

[The feast itself is comprised of fusion dishes: the Imperium's cooking sense with ingredients readily available to them in the kitchens and stores. It's certainly adequate enough for themselves and their small handful of guests--a few fellow humans whom they had invited to join them.]

[And after it draws to a close, Cain will promptly suggest they all go to the Devil's Compass.]

[Open Mingle at the Bar, mid to late afternoon]

[Come and PARTY. Or just happen to come by and be swept into the party. Or resist being swept and grumble about them being annoying. YOUR CALL.]

((OOC: If you aren't sure your character is invited, check here or contact us. Otherwise, feel free to have threads that have nothing to do with the feast but take place at the bar here! Newbies are welcome to the bar. ♥))

((Please specify if you are at the [bar] or the [feast] in the subject line!))