video

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[ To those of you who saw her when she arrived, Chao looks much more presentable this time around as the video feed clicks on. Her hair is neat, tied up into two buns and braids, and her clothing is mostly intact.

The video focuses on her grinning face as she speaks. ]

All right, network. I'm coming to you for a bit of help. You all seem like a dependable, good-willed lot, and I'm sure there's a few of you who know your way around a lab to boot.

[ Still grinning, she shifts the communicator to show the inside of her MAC apartment. The entirety of what used to be the living room is now dominated by machine parts, probably by using every last cent she had available. With that view on the comm, she continues. ]

I'm looking for quite a few things, but right now, I'll settle for some shape-memory alloy, elastic nanotubes, electroactive polymers, piezo motors, about fifty square feet of single-crystal titanium, and any spare high-output computer equipment you might have lying around.

[ There's a bit of a pause, and then Chao's face is back in focus and her horrific living room is out of sight. ]

If anybody has any good recommendations for scientific journals, in the meantime? I'll take those too. I just came from 2003, so I'd like to read about what I've missed over the past few years.


Oh, and Luffy? Just let me know if you want any more meat buns. I've gotten my hands on more ingredients, I think I could actually let you eat to your fill this time.

five ☠ voice [lol not even bothering to filter]

[curses]

Family.

How important are they to you? To what extent are you willing to forgive their transgressions? Do you welcome them back with open arms? Accept them for who they are?

[Her voice becomes more heated. She is obviously passionate about what she's saying.]

There is no place in this world for ridiculous notions of bravery and friendship. Duty, honor, loyalty to your blood -- these are the things that matter.

[Then quietly, with contempt:] Fool.

[video]

[paints_lanterns]

[When the video clicks on, it shows Rapunzel's back as she moves away from the phone to plop down in a chair by the window. Her hair is everywhere, in piles or stretched over bits of furniture, and after she sits down she begins brushing it as she smiles at the camera. Pascal is asleep on her shoulder.]

Hi! I just wanted to let everybody I was talking to before know I found the 'MAC' building and my apartment okay and I've just been...settling in and everything. Mostly. I went out for a while yesterday...but I never imagined there were so many people in the whole world, let alone just in one town...

[She laughs softly, a bit embarrassed, and focuses on her hair for a few seconds.]

But, anyway. I was hoping someone could help me, because I have a few questions. I am sort of getting the hang of having to use money, and...does anyone know where I could buy some paint? I need pink, blue, yellow, red and orange. But other colors are fine also! And I need a brush too. I can make the paint myself if I need to but I would have to know where to get shells and certain berries and plants. Mother always got them for me at home.

[She pushes off the chair and moves back to the table, dropping down onto her knees and resting her arms on the edge then.]

And, I was wondering, can I use this to speak to just one person? [She points at the phone.] Or do I always have to talk to everyone?

[She suddenly looks a bit sheepish.]

Not that I mind talking to everyone! It's just...I wanted to check on someone.

09 [ Video ]

[stealer_ofsouls]

[When the video starts, it's clear that the camera is propped up against something: the feed shows a complicated house of cards, Bakura's hands moving about the upper part as he places the cards that form the top. The house is constructed of Duel Monsters cards, with Bakura favoring the card backs (brown and black with gold border) to show more than the faces. The faces, those few that are visible, seem to run with an Egyptian theme. Within the house is the faint glimmer of something golden.]

City, I don't understand you.

[There's a pause, and his hands place the final cards atop the house, and the view is temporarily obscured as his hand adjusts the camera to catch the house in all its glory.]

Friday, it was almost 26 degrees. Sunny. Warm. One would have sworn summer was come early.

Today, it's snowing.

It would be nice to choose one or the other, would it not? And, once the choice is made, to then stick with it.


[ooc: 25.56 Celsius = 78 Fahrenheit; this is based on the actual weather we are seeing in this part of the country. Sobbing forever what is my life I don't even]

One!! | Video: Inverted

[outspeeds.livejournal.com]

[ There is a boy. There is a boy with wild, long hair and big golden eyes who's peering into the screen. Not knowing that it is recording, he shakes the communicator a bit, and his hands become a blur as the communicator goes from Voice to Video to Text to Private to Filtered to Video to Video: Inverted. What is this boy doing? He's trying out every single option, obviously! How else can he learn how to use this thing? It's still in Video: Inverted, by the way. ]

Um, I don't think I'm in Alabama anymore. I -- [ He looks around and - no farmlands or quiet country homes. ] Nope, definitely not Alabama. It kinda looks like New York City, so Alabama should be just around the corner, right?

[ He doesn't know his states, bless him. He doesn't need to, anyway. He'll just search every possible place until he finds it. That's what he just did, by the way (Though he's pretty fast, you might've missed it). Also, freakout in 3, 2 . . . ]

Huh?! Where did Alabama go?! What's with this place? Isthis --isthissomekinda alternate universe? Kangaroos don't rule the government, do they? Grife, how am I gonna get myself an Australian accent??!

[ His train of thought might be a bit difficult to follow. ]

[ ooc: If your character knows Bart but I probably wouldn't know how, would you mind helping me out here? Thanks! ]

↯twelve↯ [individually private to Bobbi Morse and The Pro]

[currentcy]

Hey.

Maybe we should talk.

Bubble 3 [ Voice, filtered from Gamzee and Eridan]

[ohnoyousquidnt.livejournal.com]

Hmm, this is a tough question. And I've never REALLY been unsure about this before, either!

But...How do you know if you should help someone or not? Or if you can?

Agenda 001 [text]

[hellisforchildren]

The City, huh? A name like that tells you one of two things. The first is obvious, a lack of imagination. The second is a little more telling.

I'm talking about Ego. The idea that this is THE City, the one by which all others should be judged, the one they should aspire to. Now don't get me wrong, New York is fine for what it is, whatever you call it. But too many people in this world think that their way is the best way, the only way, and that gets dangerous. You start believing that every other way's wrong and needs to change, to homogenize. And from this stems all the troubles in the world.

I hear L.A. was wiped off the map here. Never thought I'd miss the place, but there you go.

[ btw please take a look at his permissions post if you get the chance! ]

04 [video, filtered from gamzee and vriska] ==> beat the living sh00t out of your mancandy

[ribbotic.livejournal.com]

[Aradia is recording from the same generic MAC apartment she made her Indiana Jones invitation from, but this time the room looks like it's been hit by a hurricane that makes horse puns. The default MAC furniture has been upset and pitched onto the floor, some of it shattered into dinky wooden pieces, there are cracks and impact marks in the walls, and someone appears to have punched a hole in the bathroom door. It is as a whole, one might say, a legendary piece of shit.

The entire video's audio component is punctuated by some extremely STRONG thudding noises in the background, accompanied by the occasional crash. She turns her head just slightly toward a particularly loud one, sounding mildly bored. This has been going on for a while.]

Don't hit the TV.

I am exercising my best efforts in only breaking things that are immaterial to you. Be thankful I am doing this much. Such limitations are inconvenient.

[Aradia nods, then turns back to address the communicator directly, which is just... floating in the air in front of her. Telekinesis sure is great!]

Hello. Is there anyone on this Network who does repairs? An inexpensive outlet for h--apartment furnishings would also be nice to know about. I wouldn't care before, but I think this place is going to be pretty impossible to live in, now that I'm alive.

I also want to speak to some of the mature humans here. Or nonhumans. As long as you're adults, it doesn't really matter. It appears that nobody is willing to give someone of my "age" a paying job, which really is pretty stupid, but I have--

[There is an immense sound of crashing and glass breaking in the background. Her eyes widen. From Equius' unseen rage corner:]

Oh. Gosh flipping fiddlestrings.

[Aradia snaps around.]

What did you do? WHAT DID YOU DO?!

[The comm drops to the ground with a clatter, completely disregarded, AND WE FADE OUT TO THE SOUND OF TROLL RELATIONSHIPS.]


((JUST A NOTE: as Equius' communicator has tragically been crushed via his STRENGTH, he will not be replying to comments left on this post! Unless he happens to overhear something and just... shout over Aradia for a while. Who knows.))