Returning [voice]

[watsthename.livejournal.com]

[Delirium's voice is a little ragged, but there's no more static and the sound of a door being shut echoes a bit]



Oh!


I'm back.




[ooc: Crazy plot ovar as of 7 minutes East Coast time!  You guys are amazing]

[Video|Unfiltered]

[atoningforsin.livejournal.com]

[A tall brunette woman is staring in horror straight into the camera. Absolute horror. "OH GODS WHAT IS THIS HOW DID I GET HERE" is exactly what's going through her head, and it shows.

She's wearing leather armor, and the well-worn hilt of a sword can be seen over her right shoulder.]

I..I don't understand.

This has to be- What IS this place?

...Ares. This is your doing, isn't it?

LOG #0005 | TEXT

[holycablechrist.livejournal.com]

I'm leaving X-Force. Cannonball, you're in command now. You know what you have to do.

To everyone else, I will be staying at the X-Mansion. Duty calls.

ς o o 1 [voice - now in the right community!]

[stuckfingers.livejournal.com]

[ voice suddenly cuts on, the noise of the street almost overpowering Todd's voice - he's clearly not by the MAC, it's far too busy, and there are people yelling. at him. specifically. they're not saying nice things. ]

-ey, bitch, step off, I'm tryin' ta - step - off -

[ an unpleasantly sticky noise and a few screams. the voice is smug now ]

Yeah, 's right.

[ a few brief thuds and it's quieter; he realizes the communicator is on and clears his throat ]

Nice city you got here, ladies and germs. Real nice.

Callin' the Brotherhood. I guess.

(no subject)

[mindofsteel.livejournal.com]

Hi there. I think I've lost about a week. Well, sort of, I can remember some things, but it's sort of hazy. Like, when you get really, really drunk? It's kind of like that, but not really. Though you probably don't care about that.

Anyway, now I have a whole bunch of bokken. More than I know what to do with. I remember making them seemed like a good idea at the time, and it was. But I think I got a little carried away.

I guess my point is: Does anybody want to buy any bokken? There's a variety of styles, and different kinds of wood. (A lot of people throw out wood here, by the way.) None of them are finished, or have wraps on the handles or anything. I'm pretty sure most of them would break after a few good blows, too, so you wouldn't want to spar with those. But you could practice stances or something, I guess.

I think I'm going to keep a few of the better ones for myself, though. I mean, that's why I started making them.

Oh, one more thing. Did I do anything else I should know about?

Thanks.

12 - accidental video - Feed the birds

[poorduck.livejournal.com]

[It seems the comm fell out of Duck's pocket, and she hasn't noticed. The video function turns itself on with the impact of hitting the ground. Face up, it records a grey sky full of flying birds. The sparrows chirp loudly, and there's an insistent background noise of pidgeons cooing. A curious sparrow nudges the comm, setting it upright.]

[Now you can see that Duck is on a roof, sitting down, knees pulled up to her chest, in front of a bowl of birdseed, surrounded by birds. She seems forlorn. She's humming imperceptibly, but soon her voice is loud enough to clearly hear what she's singing. Her voice is the same as it always sounds, young, high, and with that curiously awkward duck-like quality.]

Feed the birds, tuppence a bag,
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag.
Feed the birds, that's what she cries,
While overhead, the birds fill the skies

All around the Cathedral, the saints and apostles
Look down as she sells her wares.
Although you can't see it, you know they are smiling
Each time someone shows that he cares...

[She sighs.]

~030 [VOICE]

[meowminx]

[From the background sounds, she's in or near a fairly busy area of the City.]

The singing was almost amusing the first day, I'll admit. But it's starting to get more than a little old at this point. Anyone know what's causing this? Magic, mind-control, some other ridiculous power? Personally, I'm getting pretty damn tired of the porter and the people here playing their damn games. In fact...

[She trails off. And then, she starts to sing.]
( Or just read the lyrics if you prefer. )

[She's silent for a long moment.]

Oh for fuck sake. That wasn't even on topic.


ooc | Because I promised I would. Although I had to drop the pitch down in the software -- I can't actually sing that low ^^;

1st wave - [TEXT]

[allshock-notalk.livejournal.com]

Error.

Status: Unknown.
Location: Unknown.

Connection with Frenzy: Failure.
Connection with Rumble: Failure.
Connection with Ravage: Failure.
Connection with Laserbeak: Failure.
Connection with Buzzsaw: Failure.
Connection with Ratbat: Failure.

Request: Current location.
Response must be immediate, or your termination will follow.

[locked from known villains]

[reactionary.livejournal.com]

Rain of blood and frogs did nothing. No evidence of "higher power", in itself nonexistant. Only superpowers at work. Good trick for masses.

Side note: am being followed by cat. Young. Striped. Likely abandoned. Inadequate living space. Giving it away ASAP. If interested, say so.

[002] Voice

[actyourwayout.livejournal.com]

[ Private to Kiden ]

That Rorschach guy is offering a cat that's started following him around to whoever can take it. I didn't want to offer until I knew whether or not you'd be okay with having a cat in the apartment? What's your stance on pets, anyway?

[ Public ]

That whole raining blood and frogs thing was definitely one of the more horrifying introductions to the City. I mean, I guess I'm used to out-of-the-ordinary stuff happening, but not... like that? I felt like I was living in a horror movie.

I like the singing much better. It gives me that opportunity to work on my singing voice, you know? It feels like the whole City's a stage. Which sounds dorky, I know, but let me be. It's good to have some fun every once in a while. And now Dr. Horrible's got RENT stuck in my head. I always wanted to audition for that one. I kinda wish I'd had the chance.

( She starts to sing, but only a few lines. )

2nd chu [video]

[pi-ka-chuuuu.livejournal.com]

[Pikachu's sitting on his beanbag chair, again.]

A lot of people seemed to be annoyed by the singing...I actually don't mind it. Of course, some of you guys do need to work on your voices...but thankfully these new ears I have aren't as sensitive as my old ones.

Oh! Speaking of which, my powers are the same! [he pokes his abnormally red cheeks, grinning] I still have my electric sacs on my cheeks! Which is good, because I'm used to releasing electricity from 'em.

And I've been thinking. A lot of people have told me I'm famous from where they live...which is really weird. I mean, I know Pikachu are pretty popular Pokemon, but still...people specifically know me, and Ash too! I'm really curious how...since I don't know anyone who's said they know me.

I mean, there's food shaped like me too...which is really weird...

[locked to Volkner, but totally hackable. Nothing worth hacking for, anyway]

So yeah...uh, Volkner! I think I want to know where your gym is now, so I can train and stuff, and meet your uh...Luxray, right? I mean, I'm sure I can still kick some butt, but I'd like to get back into my fighting fit shape, y'know? And I'd feel more comfortable training in a gym with a trainer like you, since that's what I'm used to. But Toph told me you're on vacation or something...

#02, text.

[nothername.livejournal.com]

What are these... "codenames" everyone seems to be using?

[ locked to haine; hackable because she sucks at technology. ]
Meet me at the abandoned warehouse [ insert coordinates here ]. And bring the idiot with you.

1: text

[andthedog.livejournal.com]

Ha, ha.

I'm a hero now. What do you say to that, teacher? Can you hear me? This city almost reminds me of home. Stinks the same vile industrial fumes, but no cloud in the big gray sky looks the same. I'm truly touched.

If that's how it is, well. Let's see what happens. I was in the middle of something, you know, and I don't like starting over, but as long as I get front row seats in the next bloody war, hmm, I don't think I'll mind too much.

Hey, little bitch. Where are you, baby? Come out, I wanna play.

BATTLE 1 [VOICE]

[holymedaroli.livejournal.com]

I’ve got a bad feeling about this place as is. That guy was way too big to be a Medabot. Then again, there was that guy that built all those Medaparts into himself…

And ‘Iron Man’? Doesn’t sound like any type I’ve ever heard of…Who does he think he is, just…Is this tag thing a license or something? I don’t think I can even reach the gas on dad’s car yet. Huh.

[Ikki coughs loudly. It is evident he’s feeling queasy from the Porter.]

Geez, I think I’m gonna puke…If…If I ever see that guy again, I’m going to have Metabee blast him into next week!

…Provided that I can find Metabee in this crazy dream of his!

[ filtered to the endless + mazikeen; warded ]

[meaculpable.livejournal.com]

We must speak.

[You'd think he'd know better than to voice post by now, but...]

[theprimerprime.livejournal.com]

[We join our hero in full-fledged rant mode, a catchy little tune playing in the background.]

I told them this was going to happen, but did they listen to me? No. Now we've got three escaped criminals, and one of them is the current leader of the Decepticons! So can we finally get to work on fortifying this place before we lose the rest of them? And could we maybe, oh, I don't know, actually get some people with superpowers to guard the people with superpowers?

[Long-suffering sigh.]

And that's on top of the reptiles falling from the sky, the vermin infesting Metabee's bedroom, some slag in my personal life that I don't even want to start discussing, and this stupid...annoying...MUSIC!

[Slams his hand down on his desk]

I hate this place!

Back in my own world, life was just swell
I was Supreme Commander after Ultra Magnus fell
But now I'm stuck here in this organic shell
It's hell
Oh well
It sucks to be me
It sucks to be me
It sucks to run a jail where inmates keep on breaking free
It sucks to be me!


((ITT: Characters complain about their lives to the ironically cheerful notes of the Avenue Q soundtrack!))

Nine [voice]

[oops-atlantis.livejournal.com]

[Shouted. There is the clink of metal on metal and the sploosh of water in the background.]

Excuse me, but what the hell happened to Knives?

[Soft whining meows.]

Fleuret, that soup is not for you.

[Transmission ends.]


((Usually, I'm good at hiatus.))