[video]

[was-sleeping.livejournal.com]

What makes a hero a hero? What makes a villain a villain? Is it what you do? or how you do it? What you believe is right and wrong, or is it majority rules? Society rules? What changes a villain into a hero? A sudden epiphany? Drugs? A new mind?

...

[quietly]

Paul? I wonder if you're even in there.

[and back to normal tone]

Which way do you see yourself? Does it have to be one or the other?

this post contains rabbit cruelty; VOICE

[notsoloyal]

HEHHEHHAHAHA!

You fools thought that cage would hold me? Not even the Autobots could keep me locked up, and you believed some pathetic little cage was going to keep me all quiet and well behaved? HA! So I broke some things, big deal. I'm sure you soft, wimpy little Decepticons will be able to deal with it eventually.

But honestly. A cage, with no guards? I'm insulted.

You left me with nothing to do, no one to finish off.

But, that wont happen again. I got myself one of those "lucky rabbit's foot" things. . . I don't think the rabbit is going to make it.

[He just snickers.]

And look at this, it's working already! I can fly again!

Okay people! I'm bored, anyone got any ideas? But no games. I hate those!

text to the 19th power

[shawnedium.livejournal.com]

I have another deep meaningful question for everyone on this fine, handy dandy network: What makes Stabler so fine awesome?

( LOCKED TO WEASEL )

(002 // VIDEO)

[zombinelolol.livejournal.com]

[Alyx stares at the video in her little apartment, looking a little uncomfortable. She's still wearing her torn-up, bloodstained (though it's dried by now) clothes.]

So what is it you guys exactly... do around here?

I mean... I'm not exactly used to anything like this. Any of this. You know, "normal" people things.

[She runs a hand awkwardly behind her ears before glancing to the side, obvious anger and frustration there.]

I still can't believe anyone expects me to--

[But she catches herself pretty fast, and tries to soften her expression and change the subject.]

I'm not sure if I have those superpowers you guys are talking about. I get this... I don't know. Sometimes things feel different. Feel weird. But I don't think funny feelings mean I can shoot fire out of my fingers.

... Not really sure if I'd want to be shooting fire anyway. Kickass as that'd be. I fix things around my dad's lab. Build things. Hack a few things here and there too--I don't think saying it around here really matters. But I don't think Dad'd appreciate me setting the teleporter or D0g or anyone on fire.

§ 021.

[symmachy]

[the video flicks on. scatty is sitting in a little cafe of some kind, the lights are a bit dim, there's soft jazz music in the background. she has her hands wrapped around a cup of tea, and is, as always, not dressed for the weather at all. except for a white beanie hat pulled over her scarlet hair. don't ask. she smiles a bit at the camera, but it doesn't quite reach her cat-slit eyes.]

The majority of this week has certainly been... [she pauses, searching for a fitting word.] Interesting. Yes, that would be a good way to say it.

[she sighs a bit, and glances down at her tea. it's still steaming hot.]

It makes one almost disinterested in the idea of travel, if this is how other places are. Personally, I have never seen myself staying in one place for more than a little while, especially after what that person said, but here... [she trails off again, as if she's lost in thought. then she comes back, matter-of-fact.] Even with all of the crazy things that happen, I feel as if I could be quite at-home here.

[she pauses again, and then shakes her head, correcting herself.]

No--I am quite at home here. There is no denying that. How odd.

[another pause. then a question:]

Do... any of you share this feeling as well?

[she takes a sip of her tea, smiles again a bit wryly, and then cuts the recording.]

[Video V ★ Anger Girl is Angry!]

[shes-intense.livejournal.com]

[Brenda drops into her chair in front of the camera in a huff, brows knit and expression very irritated.]

Abby from the future is a bitch and she won't give me back my favourite shirt! I fight crime in that shirt! It's my lucky guitar hero shirt from when I conquered Freebird on Hard Mode! ALL MY GUITAR HERO MOJO IS GONE NOW!

[big irritated sigh]

I hate the crazy stuff that happens in this stupid city.


[ooc: Backdated to yesterday evening, shortly after Abby's post]

04 [voice] MADONNA LYRICS STRAIGHT TO THE FACE also pretend this is backdated slightly

[fromyourbones.livejournal.com]

[YOU CAN HEAR PACING. LOTS OF PACING. And although this was clearly a deliberate post, it sounds like Sooraya's in the middle of a thought already when she starts talking. In long, run-on sentences.]

It is grim central in here, let me tell you. I figure I should, like, respect the version of me who was here before's beliefs by not video-ing it up, because if she's anything like I was when I first got here she's going to freak if any guys see what I'm wearing right now, but I have one outfit. One! Do you even know how criminal that is? I don't know how long I'm gonna be here, plus it's like, February and this top is totally not cutting it when it comes to not freezing my butt off outside, and all of this stuff is... so not my style anymore. Alterna-me has some super-cute nightwear, if you know what I mean [SHE TOTALLY WINKS AT THE CAMERA NOT THAT ANYONE CAN SEE IT], but you can't just wear that outside, you know? And everything else is just... blah.

[Sooraya actually turns the camera on at this point! Not on herself, but on the MILLION PILES OF CLOTHES SHE HAS DREDGED FROM HER CLOSET AND DROPPED ON THE BEDROOM FLOOR. Then she turns it off again!]

See what I mean? Totally dismal, plus it feels super weird to just take someone's clothes without asking. Even if it is, like, basically my closet right now--still totally creepy behavior. And I've apparently got a bank account for this heroing crap, so why not use it, right?

[ANOTHER PAUSE. INHALE, EXHALE.]

Anyway, what I'm saying is--anyone wanna take a girl shopping?

☲ 002

[masterous.livejournal.com]

( filtered voice // quantum encryption // locked to Jenny )

Video

[shockheadedpete.livejournal.com]

[Pete is sitting on the hood of his cruiser, leaning back against the windshield. He's drinking a soda. There's a take-out container next to him.]

Anybody else notice that the marshmallows in Lucky Charms are different?

[A giant Mothchan head appears over Pete's shoulder. He passes it his soda.]

That just ain't right.

Video Post

[midnite-md.livejournal.com]

Greetings to all. This is Dr. Mid-Nite once again, on call for your medical needs.

I have procedural questions for the police force, if someone would like to contact me on a more private line to discuss how independent investigations and crimefighting efforts can better translate into proper prosecution and conviction. Your help would be very much appreciated. I would very much like to establish a harmonious working relationship.

I would also like to take this opportunity to note that for this and any further communications from me, my virtual door is open on this network to medical questions of any kind, and I will most certainly treat each inquiry, be it anonymous or not, with confidentiality and discretion. If you have any questions to ask or any symptoms you're uncertain about, please don't hesitate to talk to me. Your health is your most important asset, and it's my job to help take care of it.

It's what I do.

Thank you.

No. 19 [text]

[hackeralastair]

Just when I think I'm going to finally take a vacation and get the hell out of here.

"Snow-icane." Snow hurricane. Really? Really, news idiots?

I was all set to charter a plane and fly myself if I had to, just to get away, but the airports have cancelled all those flights.

God, I really hate this City some days.

Hiruma, enjoy the weather down south.

001. [Voice post]

[captainbogbot.livejournal.com]

O--oh... my...

MISTER LISTER!! [that was kind of screechy, but his voice quietens for the next part, inbetween normal levels and muttered despairingly to himself]

Oh, oh, spin my nipple knuts, I'm human again! What am I supposed to do? I mean, I'm not meant to be human, I'm a droid, that's what I am. Mr Lister said so, when I'm human I... well, I become a bit of a ogre, my spare heads will never forgive me! And... what if I make another double-polaroid! Well... I-I simply won't look at any electronics magazines again, absolutely never! And things were going so terribly back home too... oh my goodness, poor Mr Lister, poor Mr Cat... but wait, if I'm here then maybe--

Hello, hello? Is anyone recieving this? I am Kryten, a 4000 series mechanoid, registered to the deep space mining vessel Red Dwarf, recently of the ship Starbug. I am seeking information on my companions, David Lister; a human, The Cat; a humanoid feline and Mr Arnold Rimmer; a hologram.

Any information you can give me on them or my location would be most welcomed. The AI computer I met on arrival was in fact not at all helpful. Young computers these days, so damn uppity. Thank you.

23rd Fantasy // voice

[magicalworld]

[Piano music plays in the background, along with the sound of shoes in slush. The speaker's voice is rough, gravelly, and tired, from too many smokes, too many bourbons, too many cases.]

I've been making the rounds of this City for days now, and the pieces still aren't fitting together. Never found myself in a strange place with no explanation before, not without a lead pipe, a flask or both being involved somehow. Listening to you all yak on this thing day in, day out has just given me more questions. Who's this 'Porter' dame everybody's looking to tune up? Why doesn't this joint have an actual name? Why do you use this thing as an advice column?

Looks like this is what I get for wishing for a case. I probably should have mentioned that I never work pro bono. Getting dumped into this burg with no idea and no clue and no paycheck to make up for it probably goes to show that there's somebody up there watching me, and that He's got a heckuva sense of humor. But it's hard for me to say for sure. After all, I'm no priest.

[Video turns on to reveal... what appears to be a six-year old in a trenchcoat and fedora with a cigarette in his hand and a frown on his unusually-stubbled face, standing in front of a scummy-looking bar in the snow.]

I'm a private eye.

[02] [voice]

[seeyourface.livejournal.com]

Between poisoned spindles and general confusion and chaos, I suppose it's safe to say I fully believe the insistence that this place is quite crazy by now. It's only remotely amusing to hear about, not to experience for yourself.

I think my job search went over fairly well, considering the people I'd inquired to were very surprised how well I knew the workings of the business in general. The excuse that I'd once worked in the modeling industry in another country before was not technically a lie, after all. Not having existed here previously is difficult, but I don't see a problem in starting at the bottom and working myself back up again. It will take time, but I've found I have a lot more time on my hands now than before to use as I need to.

A general query: how have others fared in finding a new job or source of income here, if you had one before? Or a school, if you'd prefer?

Ah. Aki, you seem to have made quite a few friends by now. Are you well?

[Screened to Aki]

...I also have a question for you.

The general incorrectness of the groundhog [video]

[flowersnotboys.livejournal.com]

[A sigh.]

Well, so much for that early spring.  I hate that stupid groundhog.

At least the kids love it, but I don't think I've ever seen such innovative snowmen in my life.  [The camera swings to give a tree top view of some down right Calvin-esque snowmen.] Do any of you young heroes go out and build snowmen still or are you still too busy beating up evil doers and being generally full of angst?

This is idle curiosity on my part, but has anyone ever started a gambling racket on when all these events take place?  It seems to happen so regularly, I would imagine there has to be at least one or two pools going on when the next disaster or switch up will happen.

[Added a moment later, almost an after thought]

Pudding, don't leave the Green without me for a bit.  We still have to get you a decent coat.

[Video] This is where heroes and cowards part ways

[naturesplaya.livejournal.com]

[Tully's looking considerably less like shit than his last appearance. He's in his flat at the MAC, sprawled on his side on the bed with the comm on the nightstand. He seems to have decided to make the best of things now he's been convinced this is real. Only the still-healing cuts on his forehead do anything to detract from the illusion that everything's fine. That and he could really do with a shave.]

I've been wandering around Central Park. It's nice, but I have to wonder, is there anywhere to go that's not quite so full of tourists? Somewhere a little more private, maybe, where a guy can go to spend some time communing with nature... maybe with company?

[He smiles. It's a perfectly normal, if a little suggestive, smile. For now.]

Any recommendations, people?

(no subject)

[caststwoshadows.livejournal.com]

My sister pointed out that our perspective of time is a bit...different, if one wants to put it that way. We are constant. We exist and exist, and there is nothing you can do to make us stop. An exercise in futility.

I was there when the stars danced alone, circling each other and bowing in polite, sweet, soft circles. They wanted the cold sweet embrace of space, they wanted their planets. I was there when Sto-oa chose Killalla, gave her his light, the light that now some in the City wield as their own as though it was theirs, and I will be there when Sto-oa takes it back.

I was there when the first sentient race opened their eyes and thought that they might want something more than they had, I was there when the first sentient race died; burning out, succumbing to other, older sibling. I was there when the human race was born, and I will be there when the human race will die.

I was there when Delight went mad, when my twin abandoned herself and returned, when the Prodigal left us. I was there when Morpheus made his choice.

I have watched, and I continue.

You do not know how to understand.

And then explosions happened [video]

[localiritant.livejournal.com]

[The video sort of opens up in the middle of what appears to have been an extended debate the large, red haired person (it’s a little hard to tell at first whether it’s a man or a woman) is having with themselves.]

-some Star Trek shit right here. This thing on?!

All right, lessee…

ATTENTION PEOPLE OF WHEREEVER THE FUCK THIS IS! TAKE ME TO YOUR LEADER! No seriously, I am not shitting you, I need to get back to Crestfallen like right now. There’s this totally insane blonde bimbo witchy thing that’s trying to kill my totally ungrateful head-up-her-ass hermit of a best friend and I’m actually not okay with that so-

[There’s a pause as realization dawns.]

Omigod I’m dead. I’m dead aren’t I? This is totally some after life, life flashing before my eyes, astral plane, purgatory bullshit. Holy fuck. Holy fuck. I mean at least I didn’t end up in Hell or some like Stepford Wives alternate dimension bullshit, but still, fucking figures I don’t get like an insta heal or anything, ribs hurt like a bitch. And I bet nobody actually knows shit, oh fuck what if I’m the only one who remembers, I’ma gonna need a gun or something, fuck I be there are vampires or some shit here, there’s always vampires. Fucking vampires. FUCK!

At least I went out like a badass unlike you other pussies!

Okay, so undead superhero antics, I can rock this. I AM the motherfuckin’ Super Bat! Gonna get me a sweet ass ride and some underground techno cave.

[let's try the Caitlin Does Not Fail version...]

☢ - 2.5 - [ VIDEO; ]

[hulkkeysmash.livejournal.com]

[ the video feed starts up with Bruce adjusting the lens, vision tilting back and forth until he is satisfied with the feed. He's sitting at his desk in his lab, Jan working at her own station behind him ]

Ah. Hello again. I've gone through all of the comments and posts connected to the version of myself that was living in this City prior to my entry and have come to realize that he's garnered a fair amount of contacts. Some of these people he has listed as "friends"; because of that, I felt I should update you on my health.

[ an awkward pause. He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose and looks away ]

I'm well. Slightly sleepless, thanks to having to review an entire year of activity in "my" life. Thankfully, my other self is...neurotic regarding note-taking. He was thorough, but his methods---[ he plucks a post-it note from the desk and crumples it. Sighing, Bruce picks up his glass of ginger ale and takes a sip. He's using a GEIMU-HIME card as a coaster. ] His research has been more consistently organized, but I feel that Janet has had a hand in that. Though good lord, did you make this database in Wordpad? [ and under his breath: ] Elohel.

[ yes, he really did say LOL aloud. ]

[Jan takes a deep breath, looking up from her work. There is a scowl on her face.]

I TOLD you not to touch the post-its, they don't belong to you. And is that-- Oh my God, you're using Bruce's cards as a coaster?! Are you insane!?

[She gets up, uncaring they are on camera, and snatches the cards away from him. She doesn't really care about GEIMU-HIME but it's the principle of the thing.]

And did you just say LOL? Really?

[ He frowns ]

Is there a problem with that? And really, Janet, I don't see why you're so upset about the trading cards. Don't you get them in gum packs?

Just stop touching Bruce's stuff and we'll get along just fine. Some of us have work to do.

Yes, some of us do.

[ a pause ]

Speaking of which, I'm going to have to reorganize this database, so would you scrounge something up for lunch?

[Janet finally gets up from her seat and grabs the comm out of Bruce's hands rather violently. Someone looks less than pleased at being ordered to make him a sandwich.]

Censoring this post for extreme violence and language in the VERY near future.

[/VIDEO CUTS.]