Trainer Lucas
07 December 2012 @ 02:24 pm
[Lucas has been experimenting with some different baking techniques it seems. When the video comes on he isn't wearing that signature hat of his, and even his face is smeared with what seems like flour or dough. He has a wooden spoon in his hand that he waves around from time to time as he talks.]

Is anyone here really good at baking? I've been experimenting with different ways of making poffins, ones that look exactly like certain Pokemon to be exact.

[He reaches to grab one and shows it to the camera. Uwah it resembles a Shinx!]

Well? What do you think? Is it too much?
 
 
Wilfred "Wilf" Mott
07 December 2012 @ 09:17 pm
[ The video clicks on to reveal an elderly man peering into his bracelet, looking extremely perplexed. After a long moment of just staring, he opens his mouth to speak and an English accent comes through. ]

Eh?

[ Wilf taps the bracelet a couple of times, his brow furrowed in confusion. ]

Hello? Hello? ... Wilfred Mott to mission control? [ He grins a bit at that, because - ha! - he's hilarious.

However, his amusement soon passes and leans in closer, raising his voice so that he's now practically shouting down to whoever's listening. ]


CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME? ... Oh, you can? Good. Blimey. Sorry 'bout that, wasn't too sure there for a second. Now, like I said, my name's Wilf and I - well - [ He looks around him, scratching the top of his head and frowning. ] I seem to have gotten meself a bit lost. 'Least I don't remember this bein' on the way down to the corner shop. [ Another smirk, because he's on fire with these quips. While the smile stays in place - polite and friendly as he addresses the masses - he rubs his hands together and is suddenly all business. ] Right. Anyone mind fillin' me in? [ He leans in again, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. ] This isn't them aliens again, is it?

[ He looks ready to shut off the bracelet when suddenly something else occurs to him. ]

Oh! And if anyone's seen a redhead runnin' about - bit of a temper on her - give me a shout. She's probably hangin' round a big, blue box thing with a tall, skinny sort of bloke in pinstripes.
 
 
Merlin
[There's a question that's been on his mind ever since Morgana started changing, and it's only been growing since Mordred appeared and Regina confronted him. Then the whole mess with Freyr and Freya, and Arthur's trip home...it's enough to make anyone--mainly Merlin--start questioning himself. Enough to make him approach the bracelet network for opinions.

It's just too bad Sam never taught him how to hide his identity on the network properly like he taught him how to use filters.]


What does destiny mean to you? Do you think your future is set in stone or do you think things can be changed?

Action for later:
[It's been some time since Conan first helped him hide the library's books on Arthurian lore as a favour, and the library's somehow regained a small collection. Anyone in the building can probably spot Merlin glancing furtively around before purposely re-shelving the a book in the completely wrong section of the library. It's incredibly conspicuous, especially with the white dragon perched on his shoulder, but Merlin doesn't seem to notice the odd looks he's getting from some of the nearby Natives.

Rinse and repeat until the small stack is scattered across the massive building.]