[Voice] [Filtered from Starscream, oddly enough] Midnight worries

[shiromadoushi]

Do you believe that people can change? Like... like if someone was a horrible person in their own world, and came here and had a fresh start... do you think they could do it? That they would?

Voice

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

Let's see... I've gotten gifts for Ken, Yoite, Toph, Koltira, Liadrin, Bakura, Rimmer, Calvin, Soundwave... Several more people, but that's most of them. And they're all either under the tree or sent out.

[Lyra finally stops muttering as Pantalaimon informs her the comm is on.]

Oh! Sorry, I didn't realize this was on. Anyway... Christmas, or whatever you want to call it is coming up. I don't care too much for the religious part of it, but being with people you care about... that makes sense. So city, what are all of you doing for Christmas?

[Locked to Awesome Base Residents and Bakura]

Is everyone all right? How many of us are going to that party Edgeworth is throwing? And your presents are underneath the tree. Don't unwrap them until Christmas. Or I'll be upset.

( List of gifts behind the cut )

01 ₪ SECURE VOICE POST [ENCRYPTED FROM GRINBITCH]

[sibyllant.livejournal.com]

While I've always been grateful for the opportunity to experience new things and go to new places...? This is a bit much.

Hello, City. I recognize bits and pieces of you, I know some of your big names, I have the gist of what's happened to me, but what I don't know is the status of any projects devoted to getting home. Are they are on indefinite hold?


[ OOC: Remember that secure posts are posts that Grinbitch cannot read, but that also lose the ability to have privatized threads or filters in them. ]

§ 012.

[symmachy]

[video pops up to show scatty sitting in what looks like... a café. yes, she does get out of the dojo sometimes, okay. she's wearing a long-sleeved white shirt, and is holding a mug full of something that's steaming. there are people moving in and out of the frame in the background, but they aren't paying her any attention, and she returns the favor. her voice is sincere, and a small smile plays across her lips.]

I would like to thank everyone who attended the Solstice celebration yesterday evening. It is a very special day to me, and it made me feel... at home to celebrate. The new year will be prosperous, I am sure. So again, thank you.

Scott, I have already cleared away all the remnants of our presence there, so do not worry about it. I am very grateful that you allowed me to use the Institute grounds, and am in your debt.

[she takes a sip of the drink—it's tea, by the way—and her expression slips into contemplation.]

Christmas in a few days, then the New Year and my birthday. It seems as if it has only been a moment since I arrived in the Autumn. Now it is Winter, and soon Spring. My, how time flies.

[a small, almost sad smile.]

I only wonder how long this quiet will last.

[she sighs lowly, and then reaches forward to turn off the recorder.]

[ooc; speaking of, the solstice log is still up, so if you wanted a character there but haven't had a chance to post yet, go for it!]

Emanating From Prison (aka No Privacy)

[crackofthunder.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure if not even seeing the sky is better or worse than seeing it all the time and having it taunt me.


I'm curious. What is it that you cherish most in your life, and how would you respond if it was crushed and destroyed in front of your eyes?

I - [video]

[is-fear-itself.livejournal.com]

[the recording is pitch black at first, no light, no sound - it could be anywhere. The noise of motion starts up first, someone scraping something metallic across a flat surface, and then a slow, soft-pitched humming picks up, punctuated by the periodic rustle of fabric. Danse Macabre's overture is the tune, trailing away at odd intervals and then resuming with enthusiasm, only to spiral back to odd silence again, before he speaks]

...hello, City.

[the yellow eyes flare up in the dark all at once, staring directly into the camera, and the humming abruptly stops. He's quiet for a long moment, before cocking his head sharply to the side, reaching out to pick the camera up, and it jumps in his grasp, reading blackness as he turns it away from himself, and then the eyes again, unblinking.]

What do you fear?

☆ eight [video]

[not-polish.livejournal.com]

[the lighting in her apartment is dim, but the glow of a Christmas tree is visible in the background. Sally's sitting at a table, her hair is down and she holding a mug of something in her hand. Probably eggnog. She seems happy about something.]

I still can't figure out how to make this private to the whole team, but the party's still up for tomorrow. I'd love it if everyone showed up to this get together. I mean, what good is a team if we don't all know each other, y'know?

Don't worry, it'll be small, nothing big. It's at a local bar, and I'm friendly with the owner. So if you don't want to come for the people, at least come for the free booze.

[she leans back in her chair slightly, still smiling though it wanes a little]

Y'know, I am happy that I get to spend the holidays with all the wonderful people I met...but I can't help but feel a bit...I wouldn't say depressed just...kinda upset, I guess, that I can't spend Christmastime with my kid.

[she shakes her head and laughs]

Damn, it seems like every post I make here turns into some nostalgic sobfest. On a lighter note, I got all my holiday shopping done, so at least I have something to be proud of.

...hope I didn't miss anyone.

[very angry voice]

[easyopentabs.livejournal.com]

Congratulations, Fakir. You've won. The prince--excuse me, Mytho is yours. Isn't this what you've wanted all along. Even though you always pretended you were just trying to protect him, the whole time you wanted the same thing as me. Well, now you have it. I hope you're happy, you worthless coward.

on the second day of christmas, chris keller gave to me-- voice.

[dothekeller.livejournal.com]

[slowww and mellow voice; possibly getting drunk]

You know what I'm doin' for Christmas? Sittin' on my couch with a bottle of Jack and two tons of candy canes.

Yeppp.