15 May 2014 @ 08:49 pm
How d'you know if you're cursed?

[a pause. She's been hearing voices in her head and she doesn't know why - all she knows is that they're telling her to do bad things. Very, very bad things.

(Someone forgot she's possessed.)]


I think I'm going crazy. I can't sleep, a-and - I'm kinda really scared I might do something.

I can't make it stop.
 
 
23 August 2013 @ 05:00 am
[And the feed opens to a blunt, but cheerful sounding voice.]

So I apologize if someone's asked this before -- I'm sure they have but I'm still pretty new and all -- is it normal for people to be like...from the past in comparison to you?

[Cryptic question is cryptic. She also doesn't know how to filter things yet.]

Just wondering.
 
 
12 July 2013 @ 09:19 pm
There was a case back home once, with a woman who discovered her husband was cheating on her. She lost her mind, drowned her children in the bath tub, and then threw herself off of a bridge. She haunted the roads, climbing into the cars of men who pulled over, and she killed the ones that were unfaithful. She was a restless spirit, depressed and angry and hurt, crazed by grief and loneliness. But she was able to pass on, and her children too, by bringing her back to the house where everything died.

It's not a happy story, but it happens all the time. Death and grief and madness happen, but there's always peace at the end.

There's a light at the end of the tunnel if you choose to go toward it.
 
 
12 July 2013 @ 04:31 pm
[It's been a strange few days for Robb, since coming here. There was the shock of his arrival first, then meeting up with his family along with people who apparently knew him before, then there's finding out that yes, he is staying here on a more permanent basis now.

To say he's having mixed feelings about all this is an understatement, but he's going to make the most of it. And besides, he still has questions that need to be answered, and he figures now would be a good time.]


When I arrived here, I was told that I had come here before, though I don't remember it. Is it common, then, for people to leave and return without remembering if they had ever been here at all? [He doubts it, honestly, because people don't just--forget a place like this. He's certain of that much.]

And as for...whatever that was, [aka Loki's guide, wtf was that even] as interesting as it was, there are some things I still don't understand. I want to know as much as I can about it, and this war we're to fight for the gods here. [It's clear he doesn't really think much of this whole "fight a war for us" deal. Blame that pesky Northern honor.

Oh, yeah: one last thing.]


If there is anyone else from Westeros still here after the festival, aside from myself and Arya, then I would like to hear from them.

[And he ends the feed there.]
 
 
14 June 2013 @ 11:43 pm
[Daenerys is not happy at the moment. She suddenly found herself away from the Dothraki sea, her Drogon is once more about this size, but she clearly remembers him being larger... Not to mention Viserion and Rhaegal are missing. Her discomfort was not helped when the maid explained her situation, and even less when she was ushered out of the palace where she first arrived.]

Does this magical thing even work? If it does and someone is listening to me, especially Loki and those other gods, I would like to be sent back to Essos immediately. I have my own war to fight, and I will not be delayed by staying here and getting involved in something I have no interest in.

I also let you all know that if someone took my dragons, you shall not be forgiven.

[And since Dany has nothing else to say at the moment, she will turn off the feed.]
 
 
04 June 2013 @ 03:09 am
What the hell?? You expect me to believe that load of crap?

[Cordelia's frowning, her hands coming to rest on her hips as she looks around. She's obviously not very happy, no not at all! Her head tips back and oh yes, there will be much yelling.]

Listen here you... You Powers That Be!! You take me back home right now! Is it really so much to want to actually relax and finish painting my nails - [she lifts her hands, showing off how the nails on one hand is actually painted.] - while I watch Sex And the City? Is it?

[She sighs, dropping her hands back down.]

I'm really not in the mood for this for now... Actually I don't think I'd ever be in the mood for this!

Hey! You can't ignore me! Hello?! Angel and Wes need me! I'm vision-girl, remember?...

Well, fine! [Her jaw sets stubbornly and she folds her arms under her chest.]

Fiiiiiiine. I'm not moving then. You want my help? You can freaking ask for it!
 
 
18 March 2013 @ 09:23 pm
AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHhouuuUAAAAAAHHHHoooouuuuuaaAAAAHHHHHHooooouuuaAAAAAAHHHHHOUUAHHHOUUAHHHHHH!

[Hopefully you weren't using those eardrums for anything, Asgard. Or you weren't in the vicinity of Asgard's resident Jungle King, the dog he's adopted (currenly howling his little grey head off) or any of the myriad of animals within Asgard who are responding enthusiastically to George's call with howls, whines, whinnys or yowling. Apparently, George was leaning out the window of his room in Thor and accidentally leant on the 'broadcast' button of his bracelet.

Of course, he doesn't know that.]

AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHhouuuUAAAAAAHHHHoooouuuuu EEK EEK EEK EEK OOK!
 
 
[ Cordelia gets straight to the point, addressing the network. ]

It's been a few weeks and I need a job. I'd say it doesn't matter, but we all know that's a lie. As for what I can do, a lot seems to cover it. The job I did for years fell under a spectrum of secretary one day, office manager the next and outside of that, hunter, investigator, counselor - hell, there was a week there where I was a babysitter. [ No, it... meant more. A lot more. And right, Connor can hear - and see all of this so she's moving past that. ] Not that I want to do that.

Do you need any help? Let me know. Because at this point, I'm a little bored.

What else can I say? I'm hard-working, smart, mature and you can always count on me to tell you the truth. I can use a sword, a crossbow, an axe - I started on the quarterstaff one day but I never got the point. It's a wooden cylinder.

Anyway, I'm multitalented. And I'm in Sigyn district but, I'm willing to work in any. [ That's not her choice, right? ] And I guess if it helps, I gained the power of growth. So, if you need your plants to grow. I'm your gal.

[ and now that that's over with ]

Also, how many of you are going to swim to save -- the soul of that godnapped guy?

Connor ]


Let me know when you want me for painting. Did you ask your dad?

Angel ]


[ she thinks about sending something to Angel but after the festival day, she thinks better of it. sure, she'd had fun but man that was not her. all that touchy-feely, hugging, hand-holding. what even. so, she keeps her voicemail brief. ]

Hey, so, did you ever get a job?
 
 
07 March 2013 @ 08:40 am
A job. I need one. Right now.

[ he was perfectly content to bum around a bit longer waiting for something perfect to fall into his lap (which was realistically never going to happen), but recent developments have made that plan no longer as appealing.

namely that somehow xander harris managed to land a job nearly right away, and angel remains an unemployed bum. ]


Doesn't really matter what it is. [ a pause. ] As long as it's... not something stupid. [ okay, so maybe it matters a little. ]
 
 
05 March 2013 @ 04:28 pm
[ It's been about five minutes since Conan's bracelet has gone off with the SOS alarm, alerting all bracelets in the city and opening up what basically amounts to an enormous conference call following the video.



Thor does not look happy.


Actually, he looks rumpled and a little fluffy, squinting unhappily at the video feed. Someone was trying to sleep!! ]


Okay. So. Button on the back of the bracelet and gem on top of the bracelet. Hold them both at once. Big SOS distress signal. Everyone hears it, so don't do it unless there's something actually wrong.

[ He is the grumpiest of gods when his naps are interrupted. ]

Any questions?
 
 
[video]

[When the feed turns on Loki seems to be outside and not alone either. He has his back turned towards the screen and seems to be talking to the girl thats sitting behind him.]

...The functions of the Stark phone are hidden inside this most feminine bracelet. And more! I wonder if it grants us access to the world of online so I can inform Other Asgard about the felines of lol and cheeseburgers!

[Loki disappears from the screen and it seems to focus on a young girl instead, Loki's voice sounds on the background.]

Denizens of Other Asgard, gander upon this young maiden here. Brighten her day with witticisms and amazing stories. She is most fond of listening to all your words.

[He smiles brightly at Leah from behind the screen.]


[action]

[Loki and Leah are sitting outside and are having an intense discussion about the appropriate taste of shaken milk and if a cherry on top is required or not. Feel free to approach them and pick a side. Pick Leah's and Loki will use his new spiffy telepathy powers to convince you to pick his side instead. He can be quite passionate about this. Shaken milk is extremely important.]



OOC: this is a joint intro, answers might come from Loki, Leah or both (if you want a specific one you can mention it in the subject line)!
 
 
Where do I even begin?

Okay. I'd like to help. I would. But, you could've asked. I did my part. I was done. Again. I had my coda. The music swelled. Look, it's not that I'm not grateful. I'm flattered you chose me. I am. But a girl could really get used to not being chosen for once.

[ can she get an amen? and now that she's gotten that out of her system... she holds up her wrist ] It's a cute bracelet. Not exactly my style... [ she could do with the messing with her powers. again. ]

If anyone has any information on a different off-ramp, I'd appreciate it. This isn't what I had in mind. I've done the falling into another dimension thing before. There's always a way out.

Also, Yg-draz-l is unpronouncable. Tell me there's another name that you call this place. An abbreviation? And tell me this whole 'make friends' thing is a joke. Obviously, there are more important things then making bracelets and braiding hair.

[ she's talking to strangers. she's going insane. ]

Who is on the other end of this thing?
 
 
15 December 2011 @ 06:40 pm
-- leave me alone, I'm not in the mood.

[Hello, Asgard. It seems Sam is organizing a stack of books he's borrowed from the Odin library in his room, carefully folding some notes to put into books to save his place, and he's speaking to someone, though you can't see who it is immediately.

No one answers, though, and Sam keeps talking.]


You don't get to have an opinion on my life or what I'm doing because you don't exist.

[And when Sam swings around, and the bracelet keeps recording, it becomes obvious that there isn't anyone in the room at all. But Sam obviously sees something, because he's staring at a very fixed point in the wall, as if someone is standing there. And there's a lengthy silence before Sam grits his teeth in a snarl and swipes a hand forward, toward whatever he sees, and a tiny burst of fire appears in mid-air --

-- which causes Sam to abruptly push himself backward, eyes wide, and his back hits the wall. The fire vanishes in a puff of smoke, but the hunter's chest is heaving, looking as if he's seen the Devil himself. A few more moments, a few more deep breaths, and Sam curses to himself before closing his eyes, hitting the wall with a fist, which shuts the bracelet off abruptly.]
 
 
13 December 2011 @ 07:26 pm
[ Cordelia's read the letter a thousand times over. She's scanned the network - a bit bored - and knows that this place is the most boring hell dimension she could be sucked into. If there's an opening to be the ruler, count her in, but otherwise, she just really wants to go home. Or not home. Being dead means you can't exactly return home. ]

So, is this place like Pleasantville? I teach you something profound and things bloom with colour? Because, got to say, this is the most boring afterlife one could ask for. And, let's be clear, I didn't ask for an afterlife in the first place.

[ In her opinion, the Powers That Hijack owe her more than just allowing her to make peace and amends with her friends. Getting Angel back on track meant the world to her, but she really - desperately and hopelessly - wants to be there to see them conquer this fight. The Powers owe her that.

She's contacting the network - her fellow prisoners, she supposes - for a reason, and that's to learn. The one thing she's learnt over the years from being someone who saves the world is that research may be the most boring thing on the planet, but, by god, it's essential.
]

Can someone tell me more about this Freya? Her likes, dislikes, powers, whether she likes long, slow walks on the beach, whatever. [ ... ] Or point me in the direction of a good book. [ She misses Wesley. She's clicking her heels; she wants to go home. ]