Third Bar [Video]

[scrapmetalmusic.livejournal.com]

[The video comes on the reveal a shot of the night sky, overcast and starless. There is a rumbling sound close by and the camera wobbles a bit to reveal that the holder's at the City landfill. It's also come on partway through someone singing something]

Your heart knows in a moment
You will never be alone again.

[He's a decent singer but could use training, and his voice keeps wavering as he sings, occasionally punctuated with a sniffle]

I held her for an instant
But my arms felt sure and strong
It only takes a moment
To be loved a whole life long.

[The communicator slips off whatever it was standing on to give a shot of the singer - WALL-E, his face streaked with tears.]

And that is all that love's about
And we'll recall when time runs out
That it only took a moment
To be loved...
... a whole...

... life...

[The last note chokes in his throat and he curls up into a ball, quietly weeping. Those with especially sharp hearing will hear him whisper "EVE."]

(voice.)

[dreamsonaplane.livejournal.com]

[It's time for Lets Panic With Robert Fischer. Today's freaked out breathing is brought to you by Oh My God I Can See This Guy's Freaky Dream. But, he fails at trying to be tactful, a loud audible swallow before saying:]

This place gives you uh - superhero powers, right? [a pause] What are some of them? Like, flying, super strength or uh- this is what I get for being social as a teenager and not reading comic books- or wandering into people's dreams? [not that it happened to him...]

I'd really like to know if the sudden development of them is something normal.

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[insourarmor.livejournal.com]

Attempts to create heroes are rarely successful. Most people don't appreciate or deserve such abilities.

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[thelionharted.livejournal.com]

[The camera opens on what was once Moonybase, and is now Potterbase! It is decorated for a party -- red and gold streamers, and various island themes in each of the rooms. James waves at the camera, beaming so hard it looks like his jaw might break off.]

Hallo, the City! I don't know how many of you know it, but today's my son's birthday. Harry Potter, if you know him. This is -- really, er, the first proper birthday we've had with him, so I just figured I'd post and say 'Happy birthday, Harry!'

There's a party at the house, for those of you who know him! Come on by, there's going to be fireworks, too. A Potter party is not complete without fireworks.



((Party log is here, and I will be slinking back to my hiatus now.))

[13 / video ] - Dick's comm, backdated to yesterday because LJ is a butt

[batmantled.livejournal.com]

[ Here’s a nice, panning view of the city’s skyline from a suspiciously lofty vantage point. The angle’s a little dizzying while the comm is moving, but oh hey look it’s the harbor down there. And some old, condemned looking buildings far across the water. Hello, pigeon poop. ]

Must be a sign the statute of limitations on similarities is about to expire, but that Laundromat they’re tearing down used to be my apartment. In, uh. New York.

[ The feed lingers on that for a few... verging on awkward seconds of silence before the view shifts again and there’s Dick in the frame suddenly - almost like an afterthought. If he’s looking a little more worn around the edges than he might have on another day, he’s not cognizant enough of the change to avoid the face time. Lucky you. ] Funny the way things sneak up on you. But, uh.

I’ve always thought it was pretty interesting that the list of luckless denizens who came with a few built-in points of comparison doesn’t end with people from my world. So tell me where you see home, when you're here. If there's anywhere you can go to see it at all. [ :| ]



( encrypted to the Batfamily )

[ooc: so this would be Dick’s super stealthy CRAP GUYS IT’S BEEN A YEAR post. Replies a little delayed ICly, cause he's in a mood. :c ]

001 - Video

[point-and-game.livejournal.com]

[The camera image swings wildly around, enough to make the weak-stomached feel a bit queasy. It's obvious that the person holding the device doesn't realize he's turned it on yet. Finally, it turns up at the man's face; he looks as if he's trying to keep his temper at bay, but the voice that comes out is relatively friendly.]

If anyone can hear me on this thing, see me... I'm not sure how it works, though it seems to be--

[more fumbling before it's righted again]

-orry, these buttons are so small. Anyway, I've just been sent here and I would really appreciate knowing where the nearest tavern is? I can't find anything here, because it all looks the same. And square. And tall.

[Because while he was raised in Sendaria, the man was an Alorn and there are just some things that wash down better with ale.]

Also... what's a 'renfair'? Is that a kind of castle?

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[flouncypouncy.livejournal.com]

[The communicator turns on with a loud CRASH. Tigger has decided to pounce the communicator because it's a small and potentially dangerous item! You see the close up of a nose. However, it isn't a handsome Tigger nose. It's a dull human nose (albiet a rather large one).]

Oh, I gotcha you tuh-rublesome little fella.

[There's some fiddling and button mashing, before you manage to see Tigger's face...upside down. He looks like your typical twenty-something, except for he has a shock of bright ginger hair, a big stupid grin and wide, innocent eyes.]

Hallo there! I'm Tigger! T-i-double guh-err. That spells Tigger!

[He smiles, looking at the device. This is obviously a Very Important Thing.]

However, it seems that there is a slight problem. I'm in this stuffy ol'body. I'm a Christopher Robin, not a Tigger. And Christopher Robins cannot bounce.

[As if to prove his point, he jumps up and down a bit. His bounces are slightly lackluster.]

Y'see? This is terrible! I can't bounce like this and I'm a Tigger! Bouncin' is what Tiggers do best. So, whoever got me in this para-dicament, could you pleeeeease kindly get me outta it?

[There's some more fiddling before the video gets turned off.]

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[redtachini.livejournal.com]

[He’s lying on his back on a couch, yawning and not looking the least bit happy about some of this.]

So I have to say thanks for the swanky new digs here. Not that I’m going to start complaining or anything, just it would have been nice to be told that I need to find a new couch to lounge on now, and Lian isn’t here with me. Seriously, you go and do something nuts like pluck a guy from his home and set him up with a room that gives you a crappy little couch? Let’s get rid of the couch, and you give me my daughter, simple as that. I know other people out there can hear me.

[Pauses and sighs.]

Okay, fine. Change of plans, which yeah, I’m allowed to do, there isn’t a rule against it. Anyone like stories? I love stories, I grew up with stories, and I tell them to Lian all the time. Okay, here’s a story for you. Well, they say that this should really be told 'round a campfire, but I'll keep it short and simple here. So a girl goes out one day in the woods around her house, and never comes back. They send in the dogs, the people who do that double search thing, and funny thing is, her body never shows up. One of those mysteries that never gets solved, without a body. Her family moves, until it's years later, and the true story is all filled with rumors and secrets, nothing is the same anymore. Some say she went to kill herself, others say she got caught in a bear trap, some say someone ate her. Not something, someone.

The real story? Nobody cares about the real story, the made up ones are way scarier. But the real story is that she went into the woods, met up with her guy, and the two of them eloped.

[Grins.] Pretty good story, huh. Think real hard, and you’ll get the idea of it. And if not, come up with your own ending, I like mine the way it is. Now, I’m just going to lie back here on this crappy couch and wait to see if I can hook any fish out there in the city.

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[callmenataku.livejournal.com]

The man going by the names Shenlong and Chang, has been ported out.

010 // Voice; backdated to Friday

[incywincyhero]

Sent from PETER PARKER'S communicator, and ENCRYPTED to TONY STARK and MORDIN SOLUS.

Tony, a colleague and I need to pick your brain on something. Got a minute?