VIDEO.

Dec. 1st, 2012 12:53 pm
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[ There's a little fumbling with the communicator, and a girl's voice speaking away from the mic (No, no, it's okay, I-I've got it--) before the camera turns in her hands to show two faces that are probably familiar on the network after all these (crazy) years. There may or may not be a little nervous energy. (or a lot.)

Abby glances at Jaime for a moment before turning to address the feed.
]

Uh-- so, yeah, hi, Network.
[ She clears her throat a little. ] It's Abby. Again. Hope you guys all, er-- had a nice Thanksgiving? And. Yeah.

[ A hesitation. She totally doesn't know what she's doing. ]

Soooo. Anyway. Me and Jaime... We kinda have something to tell everyone? A-And we figured we better give the good news before, like, it got out some other way, with naked Santas or somethinnn-- ehhhhhh.

[ She makes a face, like she didn't really mean to say that, lifting her hands pull briefly at her own cheeks as she gets progressively more mortified. ]

What I mean is--

What she means is – [ Jaime fidgets and grabs a squirming Abby arm, holding it up and tilting her hand to be shown. ]

See that? [ The ring, y'all. ] I put that there. As in I asked if she'd marry me [ Grinning at her, rather than the camera. ] and she said well, I GUESS...

Dude! No way, I totally said yes. Yes times a million, okay? [ His grin is apparently infectious. Because when she looks at him, her nervousness goes away and she's smiling pretty big. ] So, yeah.

We're getting
married.
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[Beetle!vision is on, blacking in and out a bit as Jaime blinks it into functioning.

our view is tilted down in a florescent-lit grocery store frozen food aisle. in his hands, the focus of this feed? a box of Kid Cuisine, chicken nuggets shaped like snowmen and candy canes.

the cartoon penguin is disco dancing with a leisure suit Santa.


Jaime speaks softly, trying to sound y'know. inconspicuous as he talks aloud in a public space. but he's talkin' to you:]


...Every single person I know is getting one of these for Christmas. I swear it. Even the people who don't remember knowing me.


[all replies are automatically AUDIO unless otherwise specified!]
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...Right.

[hh. a breath.

a beat.]


I'll need the long and the short. Preferably short first, then work your way up. [...] And maybe good news to bad?

...I don't even know where to start.



[PRIVATE TEXT TO ABBY BOYLEN:]

If you're still here, I need to see you. I need to see you three months ago.
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Hey. Hi.

So. Hey. If I wind up being able to count the places I'm banned from on two hands or more? Things are kind of getting out of it.

Hand, I mean. Whatever. [hh.] This is going to be a huge friggin mess in less than three seconds. "Corporal signature scans?" Can I just say, as a dude who's all up in the business of energy signatures and scans, that that's extremely shady? In the whole gee I wonder who's funding THAT coughvulcansucough kind of way?

[exhale.]

This is going to suck and everyone knows it. There is no way this isn't going to suck.

[beat.

grim:]
I'm worried this is going to wind up causing more craters. We don't need this kind of stuff anymore. We really don't. General-we. As in, everyone ever.

[another beat.]

Well. Superheroing's not really something you retire from, anyhow, I guess. I won't be sitting back when the stuff hits the fan. More stuff, anyway. The fan's pretty much screwed as it is.

Let's just try to notice any future abductions pretty quick this time around, yeah? [another huff. muttered:] "Corporal signature scans," good God.

•92•

Jul. 4th, 2012 09:36 am
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[PRIVATELY SENT TO THE NEGOTIATOR:]

Let's talk. [INSERT GOOGLE DIRECTIONS TO A CAMPUS LIBRARY.]



[PRIVATELY SENT TO ABIGAIL BOYLEN:]

Might need an eye in the sky. Just in case. But I'm pretty sure "in case" won't happen.

Also, a lift. I've been putting this off for too long, and I don't think waiting's going to make anything better.


[PRIVATELY SENT TO TONY STARK:]

Question.

•91•

Jun. 18th, 2012 08:49 pm
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[audio is cutting into the middle of a long, drawn-out exhale.

tired. not very happy.

his voice wanders into grumble/mumble territory now and then without thinking:]


I don't even know...where to start asking. Or looking. [another beat, another long breath.]

I need someone to tell me what happened. And...tell me it didn't involve Skrulls again.

•90•

Jun. 12th, 2012 07:22 am
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ADVISORY: FUTURE ATTEMPTS TO RELEASE THE NEGOTIATOR ARE UNACCEPTABLE AND WILL BE MET WITH FORCE
I HAVE NO INTENTION OF EMULATING THE PRISON SYSTEM'S TRACK RECORD WITH ITS PRISONERS

•89•

May. 20th, 2012 01:05 pm
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CONFIRMED: ABIGAIL BOYLEN HAS ONCE AGAIN BEEN PORTED OUT OF THIS DIMENSION
CURRENT HOUSEMATES ARE ADVISED TO STORE REMAINING BELONGINGS
LACHESIS DEMONSTRATES A FONDNESS FOR BRINGING HER BACK AND FORTH AND BACK AGAIN
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[this evening, somebody likes to post video to the Network tinted in blue.

that somebody would be a something in a somebody who used to be Jaime Reyes, actually. and his eyes are being confiscated to relay this digital message to you!

The Negotiator is there, beaten, bruised and generally frazzled. There are scratches on his shell-like head and a deep black bruise around one eye, partially obscuring his weird eyebrow. He's heavily restrained and completely livid, still dressed in Khepri Romero's ripped, torn and muddied clothing. He is the opposite of on top of things.

a generic, text-to-audio voice plays for those viewing:]


I HAVE LOCATED AND SUBDUED THE PERPETRATOR OF THE MURDER OF JAIME REYES AND THE CIVILIAN WHO DIED WITH HIM
PORTER-BASED ABILITY APPEARS TO INVOLVE A LEVEL OF DIMENSIONAL SHIFTING FOR ESCAPE PURPOSES
REQUEST: ADEQUATE STORAGE UNIT IMMEDIATELY
HE WILL NOT BE PERMITTED ESCAPE AGAIN


[eyes are closed, blacking out the video feed. the remainder, delayed, is simply text:]

QUERY: HOW DOES ONE EXACT JUSTICE WHEN THE APPROPRIATE PUNISHMENT IS NOT AS PERMANENT AS IT IS SUPPOSED TO BE? EARTH-LAW IN THIS DIMENSION FAILS TO COVER THIS.

•87•

May. 6th, 2012 09:36 pm
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[privately sent to TERRANCE WARD:]

TERRANCE WARD
YOUR ASSISTANCE IS REQUESTED

•86•

Apr. 19th, 2012 05:37 pm
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URGENT REQUEST
IMMEDIATE ASSISTANCE REQUIRED AT
[hospital name + x,y]
STAND-IN FOR FAMILY PREFERABLE(NECESSARY? RESEARCHING PROTOCOLS)
TRANSPORT TO SUBSTANTIAL ENERGY OUTPUT SOURCE NECESSARY, ASSUMING DRAINING OF HOSPITAL ENERGY GRID UNFAVORABLE
TEMPORARILY UNABLE TO SCAN NETWORK LOGS FOR CURRENTLY PRESENT FAVORED PERSONS; ALL FUNCTIONS REDIRECTED TO LIFE SUPPORT + PHYSIOLOGICAL RECONSTRUCTION PROCESSES


[a temporary delay.

then:]


PLAIN ENGLISH: GET THIS BODY OUT OF THIS HOSPITAL BED BEFORE SOCIAL SERVICES STAKES A PERMANENT CLAIM

PRETTY PLEASE

•85•

Feb. 27th, 2012 07:15 pm
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How nice of my alien impostor to keep up with my physics homework while he was busy screwing everybody over
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[BACKDATE to 2/23, about 11:50PM

this is a winded, worried Beetle reporting in, in front of the ambient sounds of cleanup and rescue work:]
Uh, hi.

Yeah. So. I get that we're up to our butts in trouble enough?

But, uh.

I don't know. I'm finding a lot of ImPort namedrops here at this scene. [the subway. what else.] Companies, I mean. Their stuff. Stark and [er--] Kord and...Kaiba? Or...or something like it. Some of the labeling on this stuff's been burned off. Obviously.

[a beat. exhale. hoo.]


So, yeah. There's that.

Head's up? Unless this is just a coincidence. [yyyeah.]

•83•

Feb. 3rd, 2012 09:42 am
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Tell me I'm not the only one who got electrocuted just trying to get one of these new things registered.

I hate that friggin' AI.
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"–rom the Stone Age, Jaime! Haha...Ooh!"

[the screen gets a face full of female, and definitely not Jaime. brown eyes, light pink lip gloss, auburn hair...her nose crinkles and she squints with an amused smile into the screen.

her head swivels to profile as she talks over her shoulder:]


"This thing has like the tiniest video screen ever, too!"

[from a distance:] What does?

[the screen shakes as the girl waves the device in the air. louder, closer:] Oh. Oh, that. Uh, yeah! It's kind of stupid-old, isn't it?

[everything's blacked out when his hand goes over it and pulls it away. muffled:] It's the first phone I got when I moved here. Like a little piece of history for myself, you know?

"That is kind of dorky. But adorable."

Yeah. That was kind of the angle. Table's clear now, so you can set your stuff over there. [the screen is flipped over and Jaime peers down at it. when he sees it on, he grimaces, mouth tugging and moving a silent and over-emphasized Sorry! before getting clicked off.]

•81•

Dec. 20th, 2011 08:55 pm
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[FILTERED FROM THE JOKER, THE MAJOR, AND MORTIS' LONG-UNUSED COMMUNICATOR because you never know]

Lachesis is getting trigger-happy with that port-out button, isn't she?

My lists need updating. And the closer it gets to Christmas, the more heavy that feeling of dread gets. You know how it goes. City shenanigans.

Active superheroing roll call? Including folks with neat or useful powers and are pretty okay with being called up in a crisis. That is, if you don't mind me doing the calling in said possible crises.

Likewise, if there's problems and you need a hand, gimme a buzz. I got lots of shooty-things and forcefield-things and rocket packs sometimes. I got Network access kinda in my head, so I'm always on-call.

So, yeah. Keeping up-to-speed and all. It's a good thing.

In other news, did anyone else notice this one light display a couple of apartments did on the roofs? It's cool and all, except the one roof looks like a big sadface from the air...Woops?
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I just spent four hours getting outsmarted by magical traffic lights before shorting them out and making magical cards appear and will probably develop some kind of condition for all the times I was electrocuted during all of this.

How was your day?

By the way, anyone part of the news staff? Tell whoever wrote that article online I didn't break the lights – that was definitely the magic crap I was trying to fix. And not me. Because I don't like being electrocuted just to ruin rush hour for everybody.

I'd chuck this card thing in the garbage if I wasn't completely convinced it'd turn the nearest dumpster into a rampaging monster. Thoughts on what to do with it? Blowing it up seems kind of dicey.

•79•

Nov. 21st, 2011 11:42 am
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Anyone else keeping a running tally of how many dudes are acting like they invented the beard this month? I got 14.
My count's going to stay down (hopefully) until I go back to class next week. This week? No thanks! Not a chance. Me and sleep gotta make up like long-lost friends.

Who's going all-out on Thursday, food-style? 'Tis the season and all.
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[a few blinks, blacking out the screen each time. the feed's connected to the visuals Scarab gets from Jaime. his head swivels and there's a dinged-up taxi cab, hazards blinking, with a handful of people scattered around it, cameraphones clicking away. some in his direction, too. there's street chatter, with some talk of insurance and close calls and whatnot nearby.

only a couple seconds of that before Jaime's hand comes into view for a half-a-blink, waving, and then it's all sky framed by tall buildings and construction cranes as he looks up and ascends. everything turns, and then the street below is lost from up high.

the noise is dimmed out so his own voice dominates with a light sigh:]


Ssssso I think I should be done with the clean-up now, since that was like the fifth fender bender today. Being blue and flying is kind of distracting, I guess. Anyone else going down to lend a hand should try their luck with, like...jeans and hoodies or something. I dunno.

[he veers, and the city's at an angle until he's done turning.]

But it's good to feel like things are getting normal again, you know? Even if it means people in traffic are getting meaner and more ridiculous to avoid the construction zones. They do inform new drivers that sidewalks aren't legal to drive on, right? [the visual shakes as he slowly shakes his head. some people, man.

then there's about a minute or so of just quiet flying, tilting low as an airplane rumbles overhead. he's not sure if he should even bother with this:]
So, ah...Yeah. Big, scary monster things from the sea. A lot of new guys missed that, huh? Well, I wouldn't say it's something to miss, but...you know what I mean.

But...[ehhh...]

That thing messed with a lot of people's heads for sure, right? I mean, not just the doom visions. I got that. I meant, like...[an uncertain noise.] I guess just...freaking people out and making them act weird. That happened to a lot of people, didn't it? [he kind of hopes so.

so it's not just him.]
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...I picked an awesome week to sign a new lease, didn't I? Now I don't even know if I should bother asking for help moving furniture.
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[hello, early risers. Jaime's using his actual comm device for once, live here in the dimly lit casa de blue beetle. things are not looking too peachy, Jaime-wise. puffy eyes, mussy bed hair, kinda need to manage the beard situation...he's got his legs, plain ol' standard-issue college freebie pajama pants, crossed up on the couch, one arm reaching out to settle the device on the coffee table, another scratching between his shoulderblades under his undershirt. morninnnngs...

a slow exhale, bringing his arm back, looking aside. at the open cereal box wedged in the corner of the sofa. then elsewhere.]


I've been leasing this place for three years...[a kind of scratchy note, like mornings before teeth brushing and a drink of water. and grumbly, because morning.] Non-stop. For three years...

[looking down, his scratching-hand dropping into his lap, too.] And...it's gonna be four, soon. Just being in this dimension, or whatever you want to call it. Four years, non-stop. And everyone else just...[shaking his head, letting it go with a heavy breath. he sucks in a new one, looking up with his mouth pursed with a kind of raised-eyebrow 'welp' he can't hold. he loses it to a grim half-smirk.]

I'm gonna be the hairy old guy who remembers stuff about people they don't remember. Because all my friends are going to...[a hapless shrug, shaking his head] Just...keep zapping in and out, in and out...getting older and younger...forgetting things. I'll have all these pictures and things that will do nothing but make them feel weird. And guilty. Because I'm going to be the only one who remembers anything.

[breath, propping his chin up with a hand; his pinky scratches at a bit of beard as he mutters:] Like...The iron suit, or Godzilla. Or the HIVE. Or those centipede monsters. Or the robot worms. Or the zombies. Or getting turned into cats and robots and other weird crap...Or Master Chief. [an empty 'heh'.] And it's going to be a bunch of weird photos of birthday parties for...birthdays some people are going to have again and again, because they come back the same or...they've already grown up and. And done stuff back home. With their people. N'fam'lies. N'stuff. [tapering into a thick mumble. a loud sniff, a loud exhale, shaking his head again and looking up, blinking a lot.]

But there's not really anything anyone can do about it. I tried a few times. I, [shaky 'heh'] I hacked into the Porter's systems before. Tried to play tough guy with the Iron Suit. For all the good it did. So maybe that's why...[nnnh...he brings his head down, dragging the heel of his hand against his face, digging into an eye. his head remains down, hand curling fingers around messes of hair.]

I'm going to grow old here. Finish college. Do things. I. Probably have a life back home? I don't know. I don't really...believe I'm going back to it anymore. That's some other kid. He hasn't even finished high school. [a crack in the voice at the forced laughing sound. he looks up, drawing in a fast, shaking breath, letting it out. taking in a deeper, steadier breath. letting it out.

a slow blink at the camera, bringing his hand down, settling it in his lap.]


I need to...Well, I should be doing a little more, here. I can. All this...[a dismissive gesture to all this emotional hooey.] Whatever. I can still do the superhero thing. I've gotten pretty good at it. And I got the tech to help, Scarab and me. So. This whole killing and crazy people thing? I want to do my part. If I can. My team...[grimace.] Teams? Or whatever's going on. I don't know. But, if someone's got something going on, needs my help. I'll do it. The cops, or...whoever...

[trailing off into a half-minute of silence, staring down at the edge of the table, mouth pressed in a thin line. he looks up at the screen, dubious, then just kind of miserably dry to match his defeated tone:] Or...the people who know me can just. Check in and tell me what a retard I'm being right now. And that they still remember I'm not always this dumb. Or am. I don't really know.

I think I just...woke up too early.

•75•

Sep. 15th, 2011 07:56 pm
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FYI for those who may've been leaving messages:
Abby's gone (again)

Been gone, actually, but I kind of did that thing where you wait a week or so and hope weird stuff rights itself (since that seems to be a thing here), but...yeah. Nope.

And for the record: I will be in no way annoyed if she is suddenly ported back in. Honest. This PSA can become instantly pointless. I'm cool with that.

In other news I still suck at keeping up with newbies. Hi newbies, I'm one of the Blue Beetles. The one with the armor. I've been here for a long, long time, so if you have questions, I can probably answer them.

•74•

Aug. 1st, 2011 05:15 pm
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[scarab uber-encryption to TIM DRAKE:]

I have good news, bad news, and worse news.

•73•

Jul. 9th, 2011 11:15 pm
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[private text with a shiny new encryption code to TIM DRAKE:]

Testing, 1, 2, 3...
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[as per usual with Jaime's mode of video feeds, it's got his-eye-view from where he's standing, high on top of a modest-sized building high enough to sea the ocean in the distance, facing away from downtown. it's a pretty open view!]

Hey, so. What has two thumbs, blue armor, and choice real estate for fireworks-watching? This guy.

I got permission from the building owner that if it doesn't get rowdy up here? We can hang out and watch. We, as in, whoever wants to show up and watch. [the view swivels to sweep around the scope of the roof, which isn't huge, but it's not tiny, either.] Not bad, huh? He's not going to keep the store open so you can't use the stairs, but if you give me a buzz I can come down and fly you up. It's no problem.

Bring your own food and stuff, though. I'm still a poor college boy, and I'll probably not have brought enough for everybody. Y'know. Depending on how many show.

So, yea? Nay?



[his replies will be primarily VOICE at this point unless otherwise stated.]
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We're not really catching any sorta break here this summer, are we?

[no, duh.]

Well. I'm on call. If things really start going down while we're looking for a cause, gimme a buzz. If I'm not there already.

We're still getting newbies during all of this, too, aren't we? [welp.] Make sure you guys keep an eye out for anything too weird. Weird's pretty much status quo.
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[CONSIDER THIS BACKDATED TO THE APPROPRIATE TIME.

video in question being through his eyes because Scarab is pimpin', but said pimpin' also tints the picture a bit blue. because.

well, come on.

anyway, it's a bird'sbeetle's-eye of the city block where sir sucks-a-lot be roaming and bulging. the surrounding audio is muted to make way for crystal-clear voice action!]


Okay, so. I need some of you smart-about-souls-and-sucking-and-magic people? To give me a holler right now. Because I am seriously getting nothing on how to pop this giant zit that won't result in long-term damage for the victims. Because magic sucks.

But if this keeps on going...[well...yeah.

an unsettled huff.]


Unless there's objections? I'm using lasers and blunt force.
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Jeez-!

[panting.]


Hoo. Gahh. Okay. [huff. I NEED A MOMENT.] Okay.

[winded, and sarcasm? OF COURSE:] Dear diary.

Yesterday, I punched a triceratops! It was really cool. I think a lot of people I saved thought it was really cool, too. Except the guy whose car got crushed by a triceratops that was just punched. He was kind of mad. But overall, it was cool!

[huff. huff.]

And then I wound up having to punch a lot of dinosaurs! And it stopped being cool. It's actually pretty annoying now. More annoying than vaporizing bicycles. Or the snow-things. Well, maybe not more annoying than the snow-things. Those are pretty annoying.

[beat.

exasperated:]
Seriously, though. Who ran over the Porter's dog? This is like top-tier stupid. And why aren't any of our magical people magicking this crap away? Come on! I punched a dinosaur! You can make it go away now!

[beat. pant. muttered:] I guess it's good timing. I'll be old enough to buy my own booze by the time I finish punching all this stupid crap...


[TITANS FILTER]

[after a moment to catch his breath:]
Hi! Hey. So. Do we have plans? I like plans. I don't really have one - I mean, I punched a lot of dinosaurs. But if anyone has plans? I'd love to hear them.

Guys?

Bueller?

[beat.

there's a rumble and a CRASH.]


Awww, man!

•68•

May. 3rd, 2011 04:19 pm
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I think there's some unwritten rule somewhere that says newspapers and blogs must use the most awkward, embarrassing shots for a story. I don't think arguing that I was in the middle of pointing and saying something can make anyone think I look like less of a dork in this article...

This happens to other capes, right? I mean, we can't all take a good picture 24/7.

I was just never really aware how weird my mouth looks in that mask sometimes...
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[the background noise for today is the woosh of wind and the repeated THWUMPs of birds smacking a beetley forcefield.

the foreground noise is a dry, slightly exasperated jaime:]


You know...I don't think saying "at least they're not giant evil rats and birds" warrants getting smacked in the face with a purse. I was just saying. Sheesh.

[but anyway,]


We got any new hot spots to drop off the homeless folks and others without a place to hide from this crap yet? Hotels're packed. So're the shelters.

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