audio; un: kovacs
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kovach[ sometime, after a very devastating experience in the tower, a tired, strained voice is heard: ]
I got the orb from the Tower.
[ and how he really wishes that was it. but they weren't teleported back to the station as they normally are, which means ... ]
It took me back out into the Plains. This isn't over until we get that second orb.
[ see it through, he thinks. ]
I got the orb from the Tower.
[ and how he really wishes that was it. but they weren't teleported back to the station as they normally are, which means ... ]
It took me back out into the Plains. This isn't over until we get that second orb.
[ see it through, he thinks. ]
groupiedrifter[There's a little fuzzy interference, with choppy dialogue that seemingly devolves into panic; perhaps someone had broadcasted snippets of an unfortunate situation by mistake? Newt's obvious voice bleeds through: "Grab my hand!" and middles with a voice that sounds like Yzak definitely saying "You're stuck, too, you idiot!", followed ceremoniously by what appears to be Ryunosuke's voice, which ends with, "Dr. Geiszler, I've got you - oh."
Or something to that effect. It's a little hard to make out. But what does finally come through is the view of Newton, Yzak, and Ryunosuke, enjoying some quality time stuck together. Quality time of the unsexy stuck together kind, Newt will admit. But kind of interesting, in a 'this is really bad' kind of way.
Ryu, take the floor.
High pitched, clearly trying not to panic and failing:]
[Ryu:] So, um, if anyone’s listening–! oh god please let there be someone listening– It seems like we’ve maybe gotten ourselves a bit stuck here?
[Nailed it. Indeed, all three are up to their waists. Newton's short fidgety ass is up to his ribs in quicksand, because of course he is. And he is also in the middle of trying to survey this sand that they're in, as Ryunosuke frets and Yzak speaks in frustration on either side of him—]
[Newt:] It's fine, guys, quicksand is denser than water; we'll be able to get out!
[Yzak, ignoring Newt, practically pushes Newt's head forward to get a better look at Ryu as he huffs:]
[Yzak:] I don't live on Earth! How the fuck would I have known what quicksand looks like?!
[Ryu:] Do you seriously think the average Earthgoer knows what quicksand looks like?! It’s not exactly a common threat on the streets of Tokyo!
[Newt wiggles a little, and proceeds to sink another few inches. He really should be panicking more than this, and yet — all he can manage, tapping his finger on his lips, is a puzzled:]
[Newt:] ... I think the quicksand here is not dense enough to get out, actually. Could someone out there bring us a rope, or something? I'll shoot you guys some... landmarks... or something. Or maybe just find me like the Find My Phone App.
[Ryu:] Eh–?
[The rest doesn't seem to actually be directed at the rest of the team (not that much before that seemed directed at the network, either, but...); it seems the network has decided you all needed to be subjected to more bickering, and so it goes:]
[Newt:] Man. If I had my suitcase with me, I could totally study what it's formed with; usually quicksand's just a mixture of clay -- sand or silt, y'know -- and mostly water. [The other two men make noises that imply if they were lesser people, they would have probably attempted to drown Newton by this point. Yzak's expression seems to say that it's not off the table entirely and he still very well might drown him if this goes on for much longer. Newton pulls his cracked iPhone out of his shirt pocket.] I gotta write about this in my journal—
[Ryu and Yzak:] We're sinking!
[Newt:] That doesn't mean documentation isn't important! And we're not any less stuck until someone else comes along to help. This definitely isn't like getting stuck under an orc. You remember that, Ryu? When a orc stole us to be his brides because he wanted our young, nubile bodies.
[Ryu:] Please never use the word nubile around me ever again—
[Yzak:] CAN YOU TWO SHUT THE FUCK UP?! This is all your faults!!
[Ryu:] How is this my fault?!
[Newt:] I tried to save you, Yzak!
[Yzak:] And?! If I die here it'll be even worse now since I'll die listening to this shit!!
[Newt:] Okay, okay, okay, cool down... uh...! Uh! ... Oh! I'll play us some tunes to relax—
[Yzak:] Don't you dare-
[Newt:] Until someone picks up the SOS. [Newt scrolls through the same busted up iPhone, stopping on his music and shuffling randomly onto Bon Jovi's Living on a Prayer.] Oh, shit! This is a good one; a classic glam hair metal song. If you need a theme song for being stuck in quicksand, this is the one.
[He seems to vibe for a few lines of the song, before being unable to help himself:]
[Newt:] ♪ Ohh, we're halfway there! Who-oa, livin' on a pra-yer! ♪
[Yzak, halfway there:] I think I'd rather be under the sand at this point.
[Newt, more than halfway there:] ♪ Take my hand and we'll make it, I swear! ♪
[Ryu, just as halfway there:] ... Taking your hand is the entire reason I’m here in the first place...
[Finally, blissfully, it's the end of the entry.]
Or something to that effect. It's a little hard to make out. But what does finally come through is the view of Newton, Yzak, and Ryunosuke, enjoying some quality time stuck together. Quality time of the unsexy stuck together kind, Newt will admit. But kind of interesting, in a 'this is really bad' kind of way.
Ryu, take the floor.
High pitched, clearly trying not to panic and failing:]
[Ryu:] So, um, if anyone’s listening–! oh god please let there be someone listening– It seems like we’ve maybe gotten ourselves a bit stuck here?
[Nailed it. Indeed, all three are up to their waists. Newton's short fidgety ass is up to his ribs in quicksand, because of course he is. And he is also in the middle of trying to survey this sand that they're in, as Ryunosuke frets and Yzak speaks in frustration on either side of him—]
[Newt:] It's fine, guys, quicksand is denser than water; we'll be able to get out!
[Yzak, ignoring Newt, practically pushes Newt's head forward to get a better look at Ryu as he huffs:]
[Yzak:] I don't live on Earth! How the fuck would I have known what quicksand looks like?!
[Ryu:] Do you seriously think the average Earthgoer knows what quicksand looks like?! It’s not exactly a common threat on the streets of Tokyo!
[Newt wiggles a little, and proceeds to sink another few inches. He really should be panicking more than this, and yet — all he can manage, tapping his finger on his lips, is a puzzled:]
[Newt:] ... I think the quicksand here is not dense enough to get out, actually. Could someone out there bring us a rope, or something? I'll shoot you guys some... landmarks... or something. Or maybe just find me like the Find My Phone App.
[Ryu:] Eh–?
[The rest doesn't seem to actually be directed at the rest of the team (not that much before that seemed directed at the network, either, but...); it seems the network has decided you all needed to be subjected to more bickering, and so it goes:]
[Newt:] Man. If I had my suitcase with me, I could totally study what it's formed with; usually quicksand's just a mixture of clay -- sand or silt, y'know -- and mostly water. [The other two men make noises that imply if they were lesser people, they would have probably attempted to drown Newton by this point. Yzak's expression seems to say that it's not off the table entirely and he still very well might drown him if this goes on for much longer. Newton pulls his cracked iPhone out of his shirt pocket.] I gotta write about this in my journal—
[Ryu and Yzak:] We're sinking!
[Newt:] That doesn't mean documentation isn't important! And we're not any less stuck until someone else comes along to help. This definitely isn't like getting stuck under an orc. You remember that, Ryu? When a orc stole us to be his brides because he wanted our young, nubile bodies.
[Ryu:] Please never use the word nubile around me ever again—
[Yzak:] CAN YOU TWO SHUT THE FUCK UP?! This is all your faults!!
[Ryu:] How is this my fault?!
[Newt:] I tried to save you, Yzak!
[Yzak:] And?! If I die here it'll be even worse now since I'll die listening to this shit!!
[Newt:] Okay, okay, okay, cool down... uh...! Uh! ... Oh! I'll play us some tunes to relax—
[Yzak:] Don't you dare-
[Newt:] Until someone picks up the SOS. [Newt scrolls through the same busted up iPhone, stopping on his music and shuffling randomly onto Bon Jovi's Living on a Prayer.] Oh, shit! This is a good one; a classic glam hair metal song. If you need a theme song for being stuck in quicksand, this is the one.
[He seems to vibe for a few lines of the song, before being unable to help himself:]
[Newt:] ♪ Ohh, we're halfway there! Who-oa, livin' on a pra-yer! ♪
[Yzak, halfway there:] I think I'd rather be under the sand at this point.
[Newt, more than halfway there:] ♪ Take my hand and we'll make it, I swear! ♪
[Ryu, just as halfway there:] ... Taking your hand is the entire reason I’m here in the first place...
[Finally, blissfully, it's the end of the entry.]
[Video, un: alwayswright]
Dec. 8th, 2023 10:49 pmservesyouwright[ First, there's Phoenix's face. He's standing in one of the hallways of the station, so it's all pretty plain. He smiles, waves once, and gets straight to the point: ]
I have a very important question for you.
[ And the camera cuts to show a corner of the hallway instead, where an innocent stepladder is standing. ]
What do you call this object?
I have a very important question for you.
[ And the camera cuts to show a corner of the hallway instead, where an innocent stepladder is standing. ]
What do you call this object?
Video; un: newt
Dec. 6th, 2023 11:00 pmgroupiedrifter[Clearing his throat, Newt slides into frame. He actually doesn't look too bad off, considering Yzak had lost his mind for a little bit and kinda wailed on him; bruised up and a little battered like everyone else, he's pretty sure, and complete with a fancy new scar, but overall? Could've been worse. And he doesn't have very many cool scars, yanno... So. It's probably badass.]
... Well, that was not great. Not ideal, even, but that's the way the cookie likes to crumble around here.
Until Degar and Viv get back to us on what it all means, I guess we're just stuck waiting and keeping ourselves distracted. For now. And just in time for one of Newton Geiszler's patented Team Bonding Sessions. Might even be the last one you ever have to deal with from me, huh? If we're, you know. Near the end. Uhm... Anywho.
Birthdays!
Nat, did we miss your birthday? I feel like we missed your birthday; that's totally unacceptable. Everyone, go wish Natasha a happy 350th birthday! And give her lots of presents and snacks, got it? I'll have to get a birthday cake worked into the next movie night; I'm working on it! After we all get a little rest, because that was a fucking doozy. I don't know about you, but I could sleep for weeks.
[A pause, as he scans... some big poster on the wall?]
Oh, yep. Would you look at that? Got some birthdays coming up; don't forget to torment the people on this list if they're around.
Anyway, onto the Teamwork Practice. Fill out this super important tier list I've coded on the network, please. All totally mandatory, as you're all mostly aware, so be sure to share your important results.[It is not mandatory at all, and everyone is very aware.] Or add your own spin on it! Why not? The orb's the limit.
[The attached link to the tier list:]
[Feel free to judge your CR in the appropriate slots. It's good, clean fun!
After a moment, he grins, cheeky and bruised and ready for the next big thing.]
Welcome back to the Ximilia, by the way. You guys know who you are.
... Well, that was not great. Not ideal, even, but that's the way the cookie likes to crumble around here.
Until Degar and Viv get back to us on what it all means, I guess we're just stuck waiting and keeping ourselves distracted. For now. And just in time for one of Newton Geiszler's patented Team Bonding Sessions. Might even be the last one you ever have to deal with from me, huh? If we're, you know. Near the end. Uhm... Anywho.
Birthdays!
Nat, did we miss your birthday? I feel like we missed your birthday; that's totally unacceptable. Everyone, go wish Natasha a happy 350th birthday! And give her lots of presents and snacks, got it? I'll have to get a birthday cake worked into the next movie night; I'm working on it! After we all get a little rest, because that was a fucking doozy. I don't know about you, but I could sleep for weeks.
[A pause, as he scans... some big poster on the wall?]
Oh, yep. Would you look at that? Got some birthdays coming up; don't forget to torment the people on this list if they're around.
Anyway, onto the Teamwork Practice. Fill out this super important tier list I've coded on the network, please. All totally mandatory, as you're all mostly aware, so be sure to share your important results.[It is not mandatory at all, and everyone is very aware.] Or add your own spin on it! Why not? The orb's the limit.
[The attached link to the tier list:]
[Feel free to judge your CR in the appropriate slots. It's good, clean fun!
After a moment, he grins, cheeky and bruised and ready for the next big thing.]
Welcome back to the Ximilia, by the way. You guys know who you are.
Video; un: Sabriel.Abhorsen
Oct. 17th, 2023 03:02 pmbindsthedeadWhatever's wrong with this place, it runs deep. I've been tracking the paperwork at the funeral home- they don't let me near any bodies, but if you'd believe the official paperwork, this town is facing a suicide epidemic- people of all ages are supposedly killing themselves.
[And to accompany Sabriel's mental narration, she's added video- of her after-hours exploration of the funeral home.]
I tried to speak to the Dead- they've often a better source of information than the living, but- there are none here. Either the nature of this world is such that they pass on to somewhere beyond the reach of any necromancer after they die- or something else is at work.
[There's footage of Sabriel exploring the funeral home, narrating as she does so.]
There are bodies in the refrigerators- but none of them seem any younger than eighty, and all are dead of natural causes. And... I don't think I've seen anyone this old in town?
And the embalming rooms don't smell right- I don't think they've been used for some time. And this door...
[There are flashes of Charter marks against metal as Sabriel finds a heavy door in the embalming room... and forces it open]
Are there any spells here that aren't petty hearth-magic? They didn't even try to do a locking spell. But this place is some sort of storage room...
[And Sabriel investigates, opening the large coolers to reveal metal body parts, all neatly labeled but generic, uncustomized.
And then she finds a clipboard on one of the empty worktables. One with a single sheet of paper, with many names crossed out, including the unfortunate Mr. Myrsdin... and a handful of names that aren't crossed out- Yzak Jule, Daisy Johnson, Newton Farr-Geiszler.]
By the Charter...
[And to accompany Sabriel's mental narration, she's added video- of her after-hours exploration of the funeral home.]
I tried to speak to the Dead- they've often a better source of information than the living, but- there are none here. Either the nature of this world is such that they pass on to somewhere beyond the reach of any necromancer after they die- or something else is at work.
[There's footage of Sabriel exploring the funeral home, narrating as she does so.]
There are bodies in the refrigerators- but none of them seem any younger than eighty, and all are dead of natural causes. And... I don't think I've seen anyone this old in town?
And the embalming rooms don't smell right- I don't think they've been used for some time. And this door...
[There are flashes of Charter marks against metal as Sabriel finds a heavy door in the embalming room... and forces it open]
Are there any spells here that aren't petty hearth-magic? They didn't even try to do a locking spell. But this place is some sort of storage room...
[And Sabriel investigates, opening the large coolers to reveal metal body parts, all neatly labeled but generic, uncustomized.
And then she finds a clipboard on one of the empty worktables. One with a single sheet of paper, with many names crossed out, including the unfortunate Mr. Myrsdin... and a handful of names that aren't crossed out- Yzak Jule, Daisy Johnson, Newton Farr-Geiszler.]
By the Charter...
groupiedrifter[Hello, it's me, Newt!
With a black eye. Don't ask, it's fine. Totally fine. He rocks a shiner like no other.]
Sooo.... I may or may not have spread some rumors about you guys.
Nothing too extreme, okay? I swear they're all relatively harmless personal goal stuff! Some of it is... from some gossiping housewives that got a little too excitable; you know how it is. Rita's little gaggle comes over, and then it's suddenly total drama central about who's with who and what's happening where. I kinda got super into it. Maybe I'm housewife material, is all I'm saying. But I guess I'll settle for high school teacher again, since that's my bread and butter.
And who knows? Maybe there are some answers we can find there.
Since the personal goal's out of the way. Which I guess... won't be a thing pretty soon, huh? We're getting closer and closer to the end of this gig... Looking for orbs, I mean. I know for the new blood, that probably can be a mixed bag. Some people wanna get it over with ASAP, and some people are mortified to go back already. Right? I know I, uh. I'm struggling a little. Honestly.
[Oh, shit, are we talking real, genuine feelings right now? Yeah, we sure are.
He wrings his hands together a little bit, looking concerned as he bites his lip.]
I don't know, man. I don't know. Is it weird that I don't wanna go? Once it's all said and done, the idea of changing up my life to something more normal... I miss my dad, and I miss my uncle. I miss my old friends, back in the states. Like, of course I do. But life's gonna be so fucking different when I go back — if the orbs fulfill their side of the bargain, then I'll have people I'll never met. Things I'll have never done... changes in how the timeline flows. A lot changes when there's no war for the survival of the planet, right? Especially when you were right in the middle of that war, trying to stop it... Now I'm just, like. Wondering. If it'd be better if I stayed out here longer... tried to do more good out here? If it's even possible. Maybe that's just...
Um. Shit. This got way too serious.
Scratch that last few minutes of rambling.
What're you guys up to here? What's your covers? And on a scale of one to ten, how bad would it be if I hit one of those weird creepy figures in the knee with a little rubber plexor?
With a black eye. Don't ask, it's fine. Totally fine. He rocks a shiner like no other.]
Sooo.... I may or may not have spread some rumors about you guys.
Nothing too extreme, okay? I swear they're all relatively harmless personal goal stuff! Some of it is... from some gossiping housewives that got a little too excitable; you know how it is. Rita's little gaggle comes over, and then it's suddenly total drama central about who's with who and what's happening where. I kinda got super into it. Maybe I'm housewife material, is all I'm saying. But I guess I'll settle for high school teacher again, since that's my bread and butter.
And who knows? Maybe there are some answers we can find there.
Since the personal goal's out of the way. Which I guess... won't be a thing pretty soon, huh? We're getting closer and closer to the end of this gig... Looking for orbs, I mean. I know for the new blood, that probably can be a mixed bag. Some people wanna get it over with ASAP, and some people are mortified to go back already. Right? I know I, uh. I'm struggling a little. Honestly.
[Oh, shit, are we talking real, genuine feelings right now? Yeah, we sure are.
He wrings his hands together a little bit, looking concerned as he bites his lip.]
I don't know, man. I don't know. Is it weird that I don't wanna go? Once it's all said and done, the idea of changing up my life to something more normal... I miss my dad, and I miss my uncle. I miss my old friends, back in the states. Like, of course I do. But life's gonna be so fucking different when I go back — if the orbs fulfill their side of the bargain, then I'll have people I'll never met. Things I'll have never done... changes in how the timeline flows. A lot changes when there's no war for the survival of the planet, right? Especially when you were right in the middle of that war, trying to stop it... Now I'm just, like. Wondering. If it'd be better if I stayed out here longer... tried to do more good out here? If it's even possible. Maybe that's just...
Um. Shit. This got way too serious.
Scratch that last few minutes of rambling.
What're you guys up to here? What's your covers? And on a scale of one to ten, how bad would it be if I hit one of those weird creepy figures in the knee with a little rubber plexor?
locumstudentesquireSo... That latest mission file...
[Why does it feel like the gods are laughing at him on this one? Like IMMEDIATELY after his partner leaves... Boom! He has to pick a fake spouse!! Seriously, it's just cruel.]
...I imagine this is going to be particularly tough for new arrivals to prepare for, seeing as we're all just getting acquainted. And we have a LOT of new faces on board as of late.
I just want to say, if you're having difficulty arranging a cover story: don't be afraid to speak up. We all need to support one another to get through this.
Oh... I'm Naruhodo, by the way. For those of you I haven't had the pleasure of meeting yet. Ryunosuke Naruhodo.
[OOC: If your character still needs fake family arrangements, feel free to use this post as a springboard for ICly exploring options. Or IDK, if you already have plans, you can also feel free to use this to mingle and ICly have the conversations that lead up to those choices. Have your characters embarrass themselves in public, idk. Whatever your heart desires. Threadjacking strongly encouraged.]
[Why does it feel like the gods are laughing at him on this one? Like IMMEDIATELY after his partner leaves... Boom! He has to pick a fake spouse!! Seriously, it's just cruel.]
...I imagine this is going to be particularly tough for new arrivals to prepare for, seeing as we're all just getting acquainted. And we have a LOT of new faces on board as of late.
I just want to say, if you're having difficulty arranging a cover story: don't be afraid to speak up. We all need to support one another to get through this.
Oh... I'm Naruhodo, by the way. For those of you I haven't had the pleasure of meeting yet. Ryunosuke Naruhodo.
[OOC: If your character still needs fake family arrangements, feel free to use this post as a springboard for ICly exploring options. Or IDK, if you already have plans, you can also feel free to use this to mingle and ICly have the conversations that lead up to those choices. Have your characters embarrass themselves in public, idk. Whatever your heart desires. Threadjacking strongly encouraged.]
audio, un: strange
Oct. 2nd, 2023 11:31 pmrehandleJust a quick notice to those of you who haven't had the pleasure - there's a sentient cloak loose in the halls. Big, red, a blue patch on the back. Nothing to worry about, it's usually harmless.
[ Ordinarily he wouldn't bother with the public service announcement, but... ]
If you see it, do me a favour and tell it to grow up.
Oh— and welcome aboard. Or back, I hear we have returnees.
[ It briefly seems like he's gone at this point, only suddenly, in abrupt afterthought - ]
Newton Geiszler, if you collude with the Cloak today I will personally ensure you remain on your prescribed bed rest for the foreseeable future.
[ Chipper!! Jovial!! And that's Strange out. ]
[ Ordinarily he wouldn't bother with the public service announcement, but... ]
If you see it, do me a favour and tell it to grow up.
Oh— and welcome aboard. Or back, I hear we have returnees.
[ It briefly seems like he's gone at this point, only suddenly, in abrupt afterthought - ]
Newton Geiszler, if you collude with the Cloak today I will personally ensure you remain on your prescribed bed rest for the foreseeable future.
[ Chipper!! Jovial!! And that's Strange out. ]
video; un: rita.farr
Oct. 1st, 2023 08:31 pmfarrHello, one and all! Never fret, for I, your favorite actress of the century, have returned!
[ on the screen is a woman with hair styled like an old hollywood starlet and a million dollar smile, arms spread out like she might have jumped out of a cake. and honestly, if she'd had the cake, she might have done her grand entrance just like that.
if some were to squint, some might see that her perfectly styled hair seems to be sporting a few more ... gray hairs. something that hadn't been there in her previous time here. ]
Don't worry. I'm not upset there's no red carpet, but — [ a light laugh, very humbling. ] Well, you can all do better next time.
[ a joke. obviously. not really. ]
For those who haven't had the privilege of meeting me, I'm Rita Farr. Though depending on what universes and what do that you all come from, you might have seen me in such classic films as The Crimson Lady, Three Guns to El Paso, and Cupid Knocks Thrice. All of those and more available to rent here at this very station for all interested.
Last time I was here, I had the privilege of serving as the Ximilia's Team Morale Coordinator, a position that I would be more than honored to take up again if it has a vacancy. [ it better. ] Though the trials on these missions are often difficult, it's always important to support one another and keep our spirits up! Let's cheer ourselves on, shall we?
In my time away, I've worked very hard as the leader of a very successful superhero team, and it's given me the chance to secure much more valuable experience that should prove very useful to our efforts. If anyone would like any advice on teamwork, confronting enemies, coordinating binders for mission notes, or simple have an interest in the field of Theatre, you can reach me at any time.
[ exhaling a breath, she clasps her hands together, maintaining her well-practiced smile. ]
I look forward to seeing all the old faces! I've missed all of you tremendously. [ well— ] Most of you. And for those I've yet to meet, I'm sure we'll be quite compatible teammates for the missions ahead.
[ on the screen is a woman with hair styled like an old hollywood starlet and a million dollar smile, arms spread out like she might have jumped out of a cake. and honestly, if she'd had the cake, she might have done her grand entrance just like that.
if some were to squint, some might see that her perfectly styled hair seems to be sporting a few more ... gray hairs. something that hadn't been there in her previous time here. ]
Don't worry. I'm not upset there's no red carpet, but — [ a light laugh, very humbling. ] Well, you can all do better next time.
[ a joke. obviously. not really. ]
For those who haven't had the privilege of meeting me, I'm Rita Farr. Though depending on what universes and what do that you all come from, you might have seen me in such classic films as The Crimson Lady, Three Guns to El Paso, and Cupid Knocks Thrice. All of those and more available to rent here at this very station for all interested.
Last time I was here, I had the privilege of serving as the Ximilia's Team Morale Coordinator, a position that I would be more than honored to take up again if it has a vacancy. [ it better. ] Though the trials on these missions are often difficult, it's always important to support one another and keep our spirits up! Let's cheer ourselves on, shall we?
In my time away, I've worked very hard as the leader of a very successful superhero team, and it's given me the chance to secure much more valuable experience that should prove very useful to our efforts. If anyone would like any advice on teamwork, confronting enemies, coordinating binders for mission notes, or simple have an interest in the field of Theatre, you can reach me at any time.
[ exhaling a breath, she clasps her hands together, maintaining her well-practiced smile. ]
I look forward to seeing all the old faces! I've missed all of you tremendously. [ well— ] Most of you. And for those I've yet to meet, I'm sure we'll be quite compatible teammates for the missions ahead.
groupiedrifter[AHHH — CHOO!
You know, like a sneeze. That's what comes through the feed involuntarily. A sneeze. Followed by a stuffy response:]
Noticed there've been some new faces since the last time, and I'm bored, so let's get this show on the road! My name is Dr. Newton Geiszler, but you can call be Newt; I'm not too big a deal, just one of the best scientists you'll ever meet. And I'm super funny, and super brave. All of the staples of a quality protagonist, y'know? [Is he joking? Is he not? He'll never tell. But anyway.] Welcome aboard the Ximilia! We've got a little time before we all get shot off to the next mission, so if you got questions, you'd better leave 'em here! Might as well, because I'm in quarantine until further notice.
Unless I get the munchies; then I'm sneaking outta here when Yujin and Chishiya aren't looking...
[Sorry, was that supposed to not be sent?]
I've got a handy dandy mandatory questionnaire for you to fill out! We've never done these before, so it'll be nice to see how it contributes to the comradery and engagement of our super awesome team of regret-fueled heroes! Or, uh, anti-heroes. Or villains. I'm not gonna psychologically evaluate alla' you, because none of my 6 PhD's fall under that umbrella. What I can say with complete certainty is a disproportionate amount of adults on this station are atypically hot, which is a crime against me.
[ACHOO-]
Name:
Date of Birth:
Current Mood:
Movie of choice:
Signature dance move:
Most questionable food you enjoy:
( click for more ridiculous questionnaire shit )
You know, like a sneeze. That's what comes through the feed involuntarily. A sneeze. Followed by a stuffy response:]
Noticed there've been some new faces since the last time, and I'm bored, so let's get this show on the road! My name is Dr. Newton Geiszler, but you can call be Newt; I'm not too big a deal, just one of the best scientists you'll ever meet. And I'm super funny, and super brave. All of the staples of a quality protagonist, y'know? [Is he joking? Is he not? He'll never tell. But anyway.] Welcome aboard the Ximilia! We've got a little time before we all get shot off to the next mission, so if you got questions, you'd better leave 'em here! Might as well, because I'm in quarantine until further notice.
Unless I get the munchies; then I'm sneaking outta here when Yujin and Chishiya aren't looking...
[Sorry, was that supposed to not be sent?]
I've got a handy dandy mandatory questionnaire for you to fill out! We've never done these before, so it'll be nice to see how it contributes to the comradery and engagement of our super awesome team of regret-fueled heroes! Or, uh, anti-heroes. Or villains. I'm not gonna psychologically evaluate alla' you, because none of my 6 PhD's fall under that umbrella. What I can say with complete certainty is a disproportionate amount of adults on this station are atypically hot, which is a crime against me.
[ACHOO-]
Name:
Date of Birth:
Current Mood:
Movie of choice:
Signature dance move:
Most questionable food you enjoy:
( click for more ridiculous questionnaire shit )
Tags:
- ace attorney: phoenix wright,
- ace attorney: yujin mikotoba,
- alice in borderland: ryohei arisu,
- alice in borderland: shuntaro chishiya,
- bbc sherlock: john watson,
- doctor who: the doctor (11),
- grishaverse: the darkling,
- gundam seed/destiny: yzak jule,
- pacific rim: newton geiszler,
- supernatural: dean winchester,
- the untamed: wei wuxian
text ↪ un: torontonian
Oct. 1st, 2023 04:57 pmhallowingimportant q
if u were a dnd character
what class would u be
if u dont know wat dnd is (wow sorry for ur life) a class will be assigned for u randomly. no i dont make the rules.
if u were a dnd character
what class would u be
if u dont know wat dnd is (wow sorry for ur life) a class will be assigned for u randomly. no i dont make the rules.
audio (un: major.yzak.jule)
Sep. 19th, 2023 04:37 pmcoordination[ Almost immediately after their return to the station: ]
Is everybody here accounted for after — that?
[ CAUSE WHOO BOY THAT WAS A LOT OF MURDER a quick little roll call is probably a good idea. ]
Is everybody here accounted for after — that?
[ CAUSE WHOO BOY THAT WAS A LOT OF MURDER a quick little roll call is probably a good idea. ]
groupiedrifterHey, hey! Guys, can you do me a favor, and tell me what I'm looking at?
[Huh, that's a weird request. But if you check in to look at... whatever the heck Newt's looking at, you'll find that he's currently standing in the middle of one of the captain's cabins in The Hawking. They're (thank god) not in the cabin to catch him, and the people looking at the video (which is through Newt's eyes, cool) may note that it's full of books and historical documents, enough that the small beds in the corner of the room are practically buried in it.
(Hey! Minimus will notice a stack of books catalogued to the side that he'd helped collect.)
Newt seems a little clumsy, bumping into some books and maps, knocking them down by accident. Is he drunk?* No, he doesn't sound drunk. From the looks of it, you'd think he had lost his glasses**. He clumsily unrolls some maps, squinting hard at them, trying to make them come into proper form. The map he has open is as follows:]
Most of the maps illustrate Hhial's different countries, with great detail of the terrain and landscape of Kellir, Muchter, and Zefindam. There is a map or two of the distant islands around the surrounding area, many with black marked X's crossed over certain islands, and of course, a map with the different routes drawn out to get to the Golden Haven. One map depicts the greater part of this world with all of Hhial included and calligraphic script written on the bottom left-hand corner that reads:
When the sky bleeds red, hoist the sails due east. A key of gold awaits.
(quoted from search request, located here.)
[Newt taps his finger on the map urgently.]
You guys see anything useful? Yes, no? Hot, cold? Ugh, why, at a time like this — Hey, this is a great time to talk about my worst quality! Personal goal stuff, kill two birds with one stone, you know? My worst trait is stumbling into really stupid situations! Totally my worst and only bad trait.
[Some more hurried scuffling around the room; there are also 'a few accessories, trinkets, and tools on their shared desk. It's in the kind of disarray that seems chaotic from an outside perspective but likely has meaning and order to the captains that occupy this room.' Newt, someone anxious, pats around the desk for anything interesting. It's really weird to see someone seemingly struggling to see anything clearly when the video is so clear, but that's why he's relying on you guys! You're his eyes! Kinda.
He picks up random objects, eventually getting to one of actual note:
A cracked wax seal with Kellir's emblem pressed into it.
It looks as if someone had scratched it off the backside of an envelope, but there's no sight of any envelope or letter around the desk to match it. Newt seems to squint at the glob of dried wax and the Kellir emblem, and then GASPS—
And tosses the seal away.]
Ugh! What kind of weirdos hoard their gum on top of the desk?
Put it under the desk like a normal person!
[*Newt is currently partially blind due to his regret change. At a most inconvenient time!
**Don't worry, he hasn't lost his glasses again.]
[Huh, that's a weird request. But if you check in to look at... whatever the heck Newt's looking at, you'll find that he's currently standing in the middle of one of the captain's cabins in The Hawking. They're (thank god) not in the cabin to catch him, and the people looking at the video (which is through Newt's eyes, cool) may note that it's full of books and historical documents, enough that the small beds in the corner of the room are practically buried in it.
(Hey! Minimus will notice a stack of books catalogued to the side that he'd helped collect.)
Newt seems a little clumsy, bumping into some books and maps, knocking them down by accident. Is he drunk?* No, he doesn't sound drunk. From the looks of it, you'd think he had lost his glasses**. He clumsily unrolls some maps, squinting hard at them, trying to make them come into proper form. The map he has open is as follows:]
Most of the maps illustrate Hhial's different countries, with great detail of the terrain and landscape of Kellir, Muchter, and Zefindam. There is a map or two of the distant islands around the surrounding area, many with black marked X's crossed over certain islands, and of course, a map with the different routes drawn out to get to the Golden Haven. One map depicts the greater part of this world with all of Hhial included and calligraphic script written on the bottom left-hand corner that reads:
When the sky bleeds red, hoist the sails due east. A key of gold awaits.
(quoted from search request, located here.)
[Newt taps his finger on the map urgently.]
You guys see anything useful? Yes, no? Hot, cold? Ugh, why, at a time like this — Hey, this is a great time to talk about my worst quality! Personal goal stuff, kill two birds with one stone, you know? My worst trait is stumbling into really stupid situations! Totally my worst and only bad trait.
[Some more hurried scuffling around the room; there are also 'a few accessories, trinkets, and tools on their shared desk. It's in the kind of disarray that seems chaotic from an outside perspective but likely has meaning and order to the captains that occupy this room.' Newt, someone anxious, pats around the desk for anything interesting. It's really weird to see someone seemingly struggling to see anything clearly when the video is so clear, but that's why he's relying on you guys! You're his eyes! Kinda.
He picks up random objects, eventually getting to one of actual note:
A cracked wax seal with Kellir's emblem pressed into it.
It looks as if someone had scratched it off the backside of an envelope, but there's no sight of any envelope or letter around the desk to match it. Newt seems to squint at the glob of dried wax and the Kellir emblem, and then GASPS—
And tosses the seal away.]
Ugh! What kind of weirdos hoard their gum on top of the desk?
Put it under the desk like a normal person!
[*Newt is currently partially blind due to his regret change. At a most inconvenient time!
**Don't worry, he hasn't lost his glasses again.]
heroooic[ Where is Finn? Why, he's in his room, of course. Where was he before? Movie night, where the combined effect of illicit brownies and fresh ink had triggered an unnerving amount of Teenage Naval Gazing.
So much had happened since Finn joined the Ximilia crew, that he'd almost forgot what it was like to dive headfirst into that particular weird and soul-searchy part of himself. There was always some new person to help or world to explore; distracting himself was easy. Whenever his thoughts started to get too big, he just... would call someone up to chat or ask to train with someone or see if the medical staff needed help or go watch a movie with his girlfriend or a thousand other tiny, easy distractions. That’s the thing about being on the Ximilia; when you’re surrounded by so many people….you didn’t really have to spend time alone.
So it's ironic that being in the middle of a crowded party, of all places, is what triggers this feeling tonight. Maybe it was the strangeness of being among a group of humans while simultaneously feeling completely outside of them, or maybe it was just being high, but either way it ended here: in his room, as we've established, gearing up to be cringe on main. ]
Sooo, hey guys. Everyone. [ Followed by a tortuously lengthy pause, Finn seemingly distracted by something off screen. Disheveled. ] So like, I was thinking-
[ Smash cut to the exact same shot, only his hat is off and the clock by Finn's bed shows that twenty minutes have passed. ]
Ok. I was thinking…like, how do you...or. What do humans think about, when you’re by yourself? [ Another long pause. ] I’ve always kinda wondered that. Like, what’s normal?
Because sometimes I look at the moon and I'm like...that’s cheese. But I don’t look at cheese and think it’s made of the same stuff as the moon. [ A small smile quirks the corner of his mouth, as if the concept were ridiculous. ] You know?
[ Another smashcut. Finn is now completely sprawled out, staring up at some unseen spot on his ceiling. ]
I guess what I'm asking is, what kind of stuff is normal for humans to think about? 'Cause before last year, I’d never even met any, y'know? [ Whatever Finn is staring at suddenly seems to make him look a little lost. ] I... don't think I've told anybody that here, actually.
[ If he has, Finn can't remember it. And even then, he's pretty sure anyone he might've told wouldn't be here anymore. Finn swallows, throat tightening unpleasantly, some cold, inky feeling rising in his chest. ]
So many people who were here are gone now. And sometimes I just...wanna call them and ask this stuff, or- or tell them something funny I saw, but...I can't.
[ Finn draws in a breath, his expression darkening. ]
Actually, like... also... can I ask another thing? [ He holds for a long moment, as if waiting for an answer that wasn’t coming. ] How are you supposed to know if your relationship is a good one or bad one? Like, when the first few months are crazy happy and all the sad biz you had on your mind kinda goes away for... a while, but. Then it comes back? And even when you're hanging out, it feels like... you can't even talk to her?
[ The stream of consciousness Finn was currently sailing down was staring to get a little choppy. Luckily, there's one more smashcut -- this time, Finn was sitting up again, looking closer to how he had at the messages start. ]
But yeah I guess what I'm trying to say is... anybody got a cool pirate name for themselves yet?
So much had happened since Finn joined the Ximilia crew, that he'd almost forgot what it was like to dive headfirst into that particular weird and soul-searchy part of himself. There was always some new person to help or world to explore; distracting himself was easy. Whenever his thoughts started to get too big, he just... would call someone up to chat or ask to train with someone or see if the medical staff needed help or go watch a movie with his girlfriend or a thousand other tiny, easy distractions. That’s the thing about being on the Ximilia; when you’re surrounded by so many people….you didn’t really have to spend time alone.
So it's ironic that being in the middle of a crowded party, of all places, is what triggers this feeling tonight. Maybe it was the strangeness of being among a group of humans while simultaneously feeling completely outside of them, or maybe it was just being high, but either way it ended here: in his room, as we've established, gearing up to be cringe on main. ]
Sooo, hey guys. Everyone. [ Followed by a tortuously lengthy pause, Finn seemingly distracted by something off screen. Disheveled. ] So like, I was thinking-
[ Smash cut to the exact same shot, only his hat is off and the clock by Finn's bed shows that twenty minutes have passed. ]
Ok. I was thinking…like, how do you...or. What do humans think about, when you’re by yourself? [ Another long pause. ] I’ve always kinda wondered that. Like, what’s normal?
Because sometimes I look at the moon and I'm like...that’s cheese. But I don’t look at cheese and think it’s made of the same stuff as the moon. [ A small smile quirks the corner of his mouth, as if the concept were ridiculous. ] You know?
[ Another smashcut. Finn is now completely sprawled out, staring up at some unseen spot on his ceiling. ]
I guess what I'm asking is, what kind of stuff is normal for humans to think about? 'Cause before last year, I’d never even met any, y'know? [ Whatever Finn is staring at suddenly seems to make him look a little lost. ] I... don't think I've told anybody that here, actually.
[ If he has, Finn can't remember it. And even then, he's pretty sure anyone he might've told wouldn't be here anymore. Finn swallows, throat tightening unpleasantly, some cold, inky feeling rising in his chest. ]
So many people who were here are gone now. And sometimes I just...wanna call them and ask this stuff, or- or tell them something funny I saw, but...I can't.
[ Finn draws in a breath, his expression darkening. ]
Actually, like... also... can I ask another thing? [ He holds for a long moment, as if waiting for an answer that wasn’t coming. ] How are you supposed to know if your relationship is a good one or bad one? Like, when the first few months are crazy happy and all the sad biz you had on your mind kinda goes away for... a while, but. Then it comes back? And even when you're hanging out, it feels like... you can't even talk to her?
[ The stream of consciousness Finn was currently sailing down was staring to get a little choppy. Luckily, there's one more smashcut -- this time, Finn was sitting up again, looking closer to how he had at the messages start. ]
But yeah I guess what I'm trying to say is... anybody got a cool pirate name for themselves yet?
( video | un: offseer )
Aug. 6th, 2023 07:55 amoffseers[ this is strange to do without the iris network, but it isn't hard. every network is the same after all. ]
Hello. I have a few questions, if people don't mind.
1) How does time work here? Does it pass? Do people really get older?
2) Has anyone died on a mission?
3) How old are you?
I'd really appreciate it. Thank you.
Hello. I have a few questions, if people don't mind.
1) How does time work here? Does it pass? Do people really get older?
2) Has anyone died on a mission?
3) How old are you?
I'd really appreciate it. Thank you.
text; un: geraniums
Jul. 20th, 2023 02:43 pmrootlesslyi think i might've found something important
there's a note here in koga birch's apartment
[just casually admitting to a break-in nbd nbd]
YF —
SS IN BK? LGD 2? DM RMC
UGH
— KB
i think YF refers yasuo fern?
not sure about the rest of the abbreviations, but it seems like YF might have been meant to read this
so that could be a clue to what it means
also i'm trying to see what's on his computer, but it requires a 4-digit passcode
has anyone found any numbers that might be significant to koga or team torpedo in some way?
there's a note here in koga birch's apartment
[just casually admitting to a break-in nbd nbd]
YF —
SS IN BK? LGD 2? DM RMC
UGH
— KB
i think YF refers yasuo fern?
not sure about the rest of the abbreviations, but it seems like YF might have been meant to read this
so that could be a clue to what it means
also i'm trying to see what's on his computer, but it requires a 4-digit passcode
has anyone found any numbers that might be significant to koga or team torpedo in some way?
Text; un: belova
Jul. 10th, 2023 09:05 pmlavinyHello everyone.
My personal goal for this mission is to help other people with their personal goals, so if anyone needs any assistance you can come to me and I will see what I can do.
Unless it is something I am not interested in, and then I will tell you no.
Anyway, you can talk to me here on the network, or if you want to talk in person I am currently in Goldthorp.
My personal goal for this mission is to help other people with their personal goals, so if anyone needs any assistance you can come to me and I will see what I can do.
Unless it is something I am not interested in, and then I will tell you no.
Anyway, you can talk to me here on the network, or if you want to talk in person I am currently in Goldthorp.
Tags:
text; un: songbird
Jul. 7th, 2023 10:39 amwindsongsCALLING ALL MUSICIANS AND MUSIC LOVERS!!
Are you looking for someone to play with? Want to learn a new instrument, or take your first step into the musical world? Do you enjoy live music? Use this to help connect with other musicians or music lovers here on the station!
Alternately, if anyone is interested in designating a regular time or day for one big jam session, let me know! I can try to coordinate something!
I'm also open to taking on a couple students who want to learn how to play the piano, guitar, or are interested in learning how to sing better. If interested, respond here or send a message to Hibiki Fujiwara.
Let's make some music, everyone~!
Are you looking for someone to play with? Want to learn a new instrument, or take your first step into the musical world? Do you enjoy live music? Use this to help connect with other musicians or music lovers here on the station!
Alternately, if anyone is interested in designating a regular time or day for one big jam session, let me know! I can try to coordinate something!
I'm also open to taking on a couple students who want to learn how to play the piano, guitar, or are interested in learning how to sing better. If interested, respond here or send a message to Hibiki Fujiwara.
Let's make some music, everyone~!
( video | un: alucard )
Jul. 3rd, 2023 10:33 amananym[ the feed starts with a very tall man with long blond hair, dressed in archaic clothing and a long black cloak. a large scar is visible on his chest. ]
Greetings.
My name is Alucard. I am a new arrival. No, I did not fill up the "form" as I found the criteria to be quite baffling and useless.
I do need to state that I am a half-vampire. Yes, I have fangs. No, I will not bite you. I do not require blood and you can go about your day in peace.
And no, I will not bite you if you have a kink for vampires. Find a sharp fork instead.
Greetings.
My name is Alucard. I am a new arrival. No, I did not fill up the "form" as I found the criteria to be quite baffling and useless.
I do need to state that I am a half-vampire. Yes, I have fangs. No, I will not bite you. I do not require blood and you can go about your day in peace.
And no, I will not bite you if you have a kink for vampires. Find a sharp fork instead.
