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( Cut for troll textnanigans. )

[video]

[cosmic_ring_hero]

[The video opens focusing on the crumpled remains of a hang-glider on a rooftop. It's even partially on fire. After a moment, some water is dumped on the flames from off camera and the hang-glider begins to fade away.]

Rocket-Powered Hang-glider. Sounds cool, I know. But it was pretty-crash prone.

[The voice speaking laughs before the camera swings around to focus on a slightly embarrassed Freedom Ring.]

Not my greatest idea but hey, it was fun while I was in the air.

( [Private to Gerry Drew] )

Agenda 006 [voice]

[hellisforchildren]

[ There's the sound of a pencil tapping against a wood surface for a few moments as he tries to think about how to go through with this. ]

So, the other day someone expressed their interest to me in D&D and I figured, what the hell, I could run a campaign pretty easily. Only thing is such a campaign would need some players, so I figured I might as well try gauging interest.

It's a pretty simple question, so I might as well just come right out and say it. If this were a thing, who would want in on it?

viii | video | backdated to the 17th

[onblackwings]

[ When the feed cuts in, Onyx is frowning down into it AS USUAL. Today she's looking a little bloody, but the only actual apparent damage is a decent-ish cut in one cheek. ]

I want a healer. [ RUSTLE OF MOVEMENT and the view pans over to Booga, in a heap on the floor, who is looking... way worse off. Bloody and gashed up and pretty generally broken. ] There has to be someone whose abilities can fix this.

And... [ Back up to Onyx, who's looking a little bemused. ] "Voodoo Child by Hendrix". I want that, too. If anyone has that. [ nevermind that she has no idea what the crap that is ]

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[xuffasch]

_{( See Damian. See Damian in the doorway of his and Dick’s apartment. See Damian in the doorway of his and Dick’s suspiciously clean apartment. And not just clean, empty—everything is gone, and Damian’s holding a box holding his meager possessions. Someone’s moving out. )}

Tt. In case any of you were planning on pestering us at this place anytime soon, don’t. We’re leaving. Grayson found us a new place, and it is mildly more acceptable than this one.

So don’t bother us. _{( his expression is suddenly fierce. )}

Damian, where did you put the- hey, you didn’t tell me it was face time.

_{( There’s a disembodied hand to match the new voice. A disembodied hand making an affectionate – verging on tousley - grab for Damian’s hair. Damian just edges away and grimaces. )}

Imagine that. Apologies in advance for the mess, but uh- _{( the comm’s being lifted up – and presumably dragged right out Damian’s hands – to provide a nice panning shot of the empty room. Hello, boxes. )}

We’re hot footing it out of this dump. Which means we’re gonna need a couple of days to get our… four a half whole boxes of crap settled in the new place. But say, Friday-ish we’re gonna want to make up for lost time and celebrate, so consider this an open invitation to grab a dish and come on over. Or if you can’t cook, that’s fine, we’ll have something. Maybe Italian.

<sub>I’m not making anything--

( the comm shifts a little again to show Damian. He rolls his eyes in an exaggerated manner and then just cuts the feed. )


( filtered from known villains, red is Damian and blue is Dick, etc. etc. )</sub>

Voice

[lacksloathing.livejournal.com]

Oh....oh. Isn’t this- and there are- and everything’s- oh.


[Sudden, incredibly giddy giggles follow that failed attempted at a sentence. From the rustling sound, it might be deduced by some that the communicator has been accidentally turned on while being clasped against the source of the voice’s chest.]


Oh excuse me, pardon me, sir, please! I’ve never gone through a portal before- sir! Ah, yes, pardon, you must be very busy! Everything seems so busy here. How wonderful, how much you more you must experience in every moment- ma’am! By your leave, miss! Do you know the name of this plane? It’s all so much more terribly simply to remember things when they have names, isn’t it? Oh- but I wonder if you remember things without a name differently than- yes! Goodbye! Go on, lady, don’t let me stop you. I...


[Another burst of excited, half disbelieving laughter]



I shall discover what it is to explore a new plane on my own!

XXXVIII. [Public/Video]

[natureinblood]

[It's a little after nine when he posts, obviously sitting on the steps outside of the Moonybase (ver. 2.0). Ruka is very likely nearby - inside or doing whatever she deems a good thing to be doing at this hour of the night - and so, not currently onscreen. Remus seems to be somewhere between worn-out and pleased to just be sitting where he is.]

I see that I'm just in time for another wave of imports to the City. Unfortunately, I've only just gotten back in myself, but I hope all of you are able to adjust to life here as quickly and comfortably as possible.

[He pauses, frowning a bit.]

To those who know me, I hope I haven't worried you overmuch with my absence.


[OOC: Consider this an open invitation to anyone who may want to visit. The open log can be found here.]