12 May 2013 @ 04:24 pm
Bugger. [There’s a scuffle of noise for a moment as the audio starts and Arthur struggles to get anything to work. He’s not incredibly efficient with technology, even with mobile phones, so working with this is a bit of a nightmare. Needless to say, he wouldn’t be swearing if he knew even the audio was on right then.] How does this bloody thing-- Ah.

[He clears his throat as the screen turns on, awkwardly re-adjusting his tie as he tries to set a good example. If only he knew his “cover” had been blown on that already.] It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I have been told that this bracelet device helps communicate with others, and it seems to be on at the moment... [A small, unsure smile follows.] My name is Arthur Kirkland, and I’m rather certain there must have been a mistake... that, or, America if this is another one of your pranks-- [His eyes avert, clearly looking annoyed.] I cannot deny that there is some form of magic at work here, even that idiot wouldn’t be able to pull something off to this scale, surely...

[This time Arthur raises his hand to his mouth and coughs into his fist.] That is to say, I hope we’ll all get along until all of this is sorted out. Any information that could be provided would be most useful in this situation, of course, and I would be willing to repay the favour in the future. Thank you.
 
 
30 September 2012 @ 01:12 pm
--You've got to be--joking--

[for some of you this familiar voice can barely be heard at first with the muttering. but, once he's cleared his throat, england is certainly ready to broadcast his displeasure of returning across the entire network.]

-- Er-- Hello again, city of Asgard, its so-called 'travelers' and of course our esteemed um... hosts.

[a pause; the judgment radiating from england's expression is palpable despite its lack of visibility over the bracelet's feed]

I didn't like being brought here before-- Why would you think I'd appreciate it a second time?! Clearly whatever it is you're playing at isn't finished yet. Alright, I'll play this little game again! [no, no he won't.] Oh yes, put my name on the register for "completely stupid endeavors"--! Sign it there: England, Arthur Kirkland, et cetera et cetera.

[a sharp exhale of breath can be heard. he gives a hearty hmph; exasperated, irked, frustrated.]

... I-in... in any case, er... If there's anybody I knew during my previous stay, I'd very much appreciate it if you'd contact me promptly. [england clears his throat again.]

Y--Yes--! Yes that's all. No point in making a small message into a lengthy talk now is there? No, no I didn't think so.

At any rate, here we are again and that's that!

[off goes the feed]
 
 
12 July 2012 @ 10:21 pm
[She paused on the video before speaking, looking uncommonly serious for someone usually so full of laughter, drawing a slow breath in. Trying to find words that were... discreet, not completely applicable to her. She was, at times, capable of such things.

There has been just the one thing on her mind, for all she was trying to remake her friendship with Bess. A quiet niggling, but it was more then that, it was a deep seated anxiety, and for once, it showed. Before it had been a case of out of sight, out of mind. But now? Now it was different.
]

Tell me... has anyone every had someone appear that they... they came from the same place, so to speak? And... if they were bound in some way...

[she chewed on her lip for a second.]

... would you still be expected to honour that bond? Even in your heart you did not want to, and you were loathe to be in that persons presence even a little? 

[she didn't hate her husband, necessarily, but she knew, it was a mistake for her to ever be around him. Nor could she forgive him, and she was just starting to enjoy herself here.
 
 
[The bracelet had been a very convenient and pleasing thing to throw to the floor. It was a creation of this world, this world reeking of magic and Uther no longer wanted anything to do with it. In landing, it starts recording on its own and shows Uther's profile as he swipes out an arm and knocks over the lamp on the night table by his bed (it's probably a good thing that it's not on).

And then, he starts pacing, with long, loud steps and the Pendragon red cloak billowing with every turn. The light may be dim in the room, but the anger in his expression is quite easy to make out - all it hides is the troubled hint to it, as that's far less obvious.

Finally, he kicks the bracelet further away, in under the bed and before the recording cuts off, he leans on the night table with his jaw and shoulders tense and he may not be young, but he certainly looks even older.]

((OOC: This is backdated to shortly after this log where a nasty falling out between him and Arthur is meant to take place. So Uther is very moody and feeling like he's lost all his footing with no idea what to do.

Thus; approach at your own risk.))
 
 
11 July 2012 @ 05:06 pm
[An older man, perhaps about 60 or a little older with a weathered face and a windswept stock of surprising thick hair for his age, is peering at the bracelet with an contemplative, searching expression. He has rather intense yellow eyes that lend his otherwise innocuous features a strange, somewhat disconcerting air. He speaks after a long moment in a voice with a clear British accent and colored by no small ounce of humorless amusement.]

How convenient that I should be provided such an intriguing little device. For all its tiny size, it is clearly, like much of this, not a trifling trick. To change my form to that of a human, to designate me a traveler when I did not, in fact, travel here: I do not consider myself an honored guest and I doubt that I am the only one.

I have many questions that I would ask, should anyone be willing answer.

[His lips move in a way like they should form in a smile, but they simply stretch, showing more of his upper teeth.]

It is, however, a pleasure to see that magic is an integral part of this Holy City of Asgard after so many years of it being outlawed from Camelot.
 
 
 
26 June 2012 @ 01:24 pm
[ HI ASGARD IT'S YOUR FAVOURITE WORST ANON EVER. ]

I am in desperate need of a tiger. Where may I acquire one?
If you have one on hand, I should wish to borrow it.
The person in possession of a tiger will be granted the gift
of knowing my identity. But the tiger should come first.

My demands are simple.

Resume with your meaningless lives if you can provide no input to my cause.

Addendum: I have chloroform in the events the tiger needs to be sedated.
Worry not for my safety.
 
 
25 June 2012 @ 06:14 pm
this is an important notice regarding the Citadel. as one of its founders I England also known as Arthur Kirkland will continue most of its management. for the moment at any rate.

should anyone wish to be trained in archery and hand-to-hand combat I am offering my services openly. endurance training with any kind of bow is rigorous and only those who are disciplined enough to maintain a high level of work need apply. however all skill levels interested in sparring are welcome.

...

is anyone in need of a worker skilled in tinkering with and maintaining machinery as well as sewing, knitting & embroidery?

purely out of curiosity



thanks.



- england
 
 
22 June 2012 @ 01:07 am
[Video starts with a rather peevish looking Hungary, having managed to get her way outside and in what she would consider a quiet-ish place. It's not quiet in that house for her, not nearly enough so for this. Pushing some hair out of her face she gives a little huff, not even hiding her annoyance with the whole situation.]

You can't be expecting me to stay in a place with that many people, that many loud people at that. Someone please tell me this is a joke and I'm dreaming or this is someone's idea of a joke and I'm not going to be stuck here for who knows how long...

[She trails off a moment, leaning against the wall outside.] Alternatively, if anyone would like to help me in blowing off some steam, it'd be appreciated. I doubt anyone would want me harming the trees or breaking them, I promise to go soft on you.
 
 
21 June 2012 @ 10:08 pm
[Now that the shock had worn off a little, and the water had gone down, Georgiana is determined to do something fun, or at least attempt to. If she was to prosper, she needed to explore at the very least, so that is what she was going to do. That and she really needed to get her mind off home, and her children especially Eliza. All very good reasons to go out and enjoy the day, so she was wondering around outside, not really going anywhere, because she didn't know where to go but... looking anyway.

The video cuts to her done up as well as she can do by herself, bodice, skirts, hair wild and curling everywhere under her large brimmed hat with more feathers than was useful to basically anything, but she's classy, because that just came with breeding. Though if you asked her, she's hardly dressed up at all. Addressing a network doesn't bother her so much after addressing huge crowds either, even if she doesn't understand exactly how it works. This whole not having to face her husband-who-slept-with-her-best-friend-and-then-it-got-worse every day thing was having a remarkable effect on her, especially after talking to others and realising the opportunity she was being afforded. So she's practicality sing-songy when she speaks into her bracelet, smile on her lips.]

Tell me, what do people do here for fun? Are there plays and theatre to see? Opera? Or another place one can hear music? Somewhere one could play a few rounds of cards, even? [she rather likes gambling, says her couple of thousand in debt, shhh...] Does anyone throw parties? I'm sure someone must, though I am not really sure how society works here. Do people still dance? [because that really would be her favourite thing, parties, dancing, music. At home it's lost it's lustre a little, but here? The whole thing glittered with prospect.]

At the very least, who does a lady have to flirt with to find a decent cup of tea? [because it really had been fun being able to flirt, and not having to worry about what society and the rest says] Or to get a glass of champagne? Company would be nice too, should anyone feel like enjoying mine and you have the time free. [yep, husband? What husband? Georgiana Cavendish has more freedom than she has had since she was married at seventeen, and by God if she wasn't going to enjoy it.]

[ooc// if action, find her wherever you like, she could of wandered near or far from Freya district.]
 
 
19 June 2012 @ 07:54 pm
[It's been awhile since Francis has actually been so bold as to post to the network. It's bad enough that he's commenting on other people's posts for crying out loud. He's been making a fool of himself on a more private scale and that SIMPLY WILL NOT DO. So no--this radio silence has officially been cut off for great justice.

Now, one could say that he's here to philosophize on your ass, or perhaps give love advice since, you know, he's so excellent in maintaining his own personal life. Perhaps he just wants to complain? He is French. It's only natural. However, as the video adjusts and Francis adjusts himself to fit just so into the frame looking mighty dapper today, it becomes clear that this isn't on his agenda. At all.]

My friends; some of you have seen me around and while others have not-- it seems as if Asgard is eagerly accepting more people within its borders, in which I must say hello. Welcome to this ah, surely unique experience. 

[rubbing his jaw, he divulges his imaginary audience with a bit of a grin] 

That is hardly the point of why I am here gracing you with my presence! Non, you see-- I am but a man that is seeking out companionship. An activity partner if you will. While I am not a shy man I hardly can indulge in spa days by myself. Imagine that-- myself, just hogging up all the attention with hardly anyone to talk to! 

Do tell me that there is someone out there that will save a man from his own?

[Why yes, he is bothering the good people of Asgard for a play date. He needs someone that is unattached to his current dilemmas to take his mind off of surly men things. NO HE IS NOT LONELY. NOT AT ALL. Why can't he ask to be rubbed down by a stranger in the company of someone who is a different shade of STRANGER?]
 
 
19 June 2012 @ 04:04 pm
[There is no message broadcast with this, only a SUPER SERIOUS poll created to settle a certain argument.]

Poll #10892 srs bunsiness
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 16


does roxy have a skanky ass

View Answers

yes
4 (25.0%)

no
7 (43.8%)

idk
5 (31.2%)

sollux is a jerk

View Answers

yes
5 (55.6%)

no
5 (55.6%)



[Text to Orihime, Hanako, Terezi and Jade]

hey guys
or girls i should say
so hows about a sleepover over at mine in freya
orihime and i were thinkgin movies and junk food
nail painting and all the girly things liek that
*like
hows it sound lemee know
<3
 
 
16 June 2012 @ 02:06 am
Who knew this moose would actually come in handy one day!

[The feed shows that Canada's somewhere in Sigyn, just strolling along on the back of the moose he received several months ago.]

Today seemed like a good day to put him to work a little, though I did have to hunt him down first this morning. I'll..probably need to change clothes when I get back. [He pauses for a moment, bringing the animal to a halt as well.]

I have to wonder though.

Where did all this water come from? It just seemed to appear out of nowhere one day. It hasn't rained that much lately has it? And certainly not that much to cause a flood.

How strange.

[With that, he closes the feed and then continues on his way.]

((ooc: I'll get to tags when I wake up.))
 
 
13 June 2012 @ 03:56 pm
Uwah, such an efficient design...

[The video turns on to what looks to be a young Japanese man with his arms stretched in front of him. In person he's actually stretching the screen, testing out all of the functions he can manage. Moving it around, keeping it still and stepping back... At that point he seems satisfied and recalls that he is actually broadcasting right now (apparently) and so focuses, giving a small bow of his head.]

Ah, hello. It seems I was greeted by someone who very much resembled a nopperabo, and then told many things that I believe are far too much to process at once. [A brief pause here.

Yeah he's not sure what to make of this so he's just going to... bring a hand to the side of his face, tapping nervously.]
Is this true?

I was told I was given a power, but I am not sure if it is one I would like to 'test' so simply... Ah, but that aside, I would very much like to meet any others who find themselves in this same position. Thank you very much. [And he ends that overly formal message and turns off the video!]
 
 
07 June 2012 @ 11:49 pm
[ The video shows a young man, presumably in his late teens, although he's actually a lot older.  His expression is almost impossible to read and he's not letting on that he's at all worried or baffled at having just woken up in a completely new world... Maybe it just hasn't completely sunk in yet. Or maybe that's just Hong Kong's way of dealing with most things.

When he starts to speak his voice is as calm as his expression. ]


Wai?

[ It takes him a moment or two to say anything else, as if it requires far too much effort, but he carries on regardless. ]

So I like, just woke up and there's some strange woman standing there, in this random room and she kind of didn't have a face. Sort of like the Slenderman, but without being creepy. She said something about Loki and a Welcome Hall and apparently that I can read minds and stuff now.

Oh yeah and she gave me a letter. "The fate of all existence rests within your capable hands."... That's kind of heavy stuff when you've only just woken up, y'know? [ Obviously he was taking a nap between video games and eating or something before he arrived. He angles the view of the lense to pick up what's behind him and then aims it back at himself. ]

...I'm totally not eating an entire bag of Sugus candy before I sleep again.
 
 
06 June 2012 @ 11:37 am
Sherlock's gone. The modern day one - my flatmate.

Just in case anyone was wondering.


[ PRIVATE TO CONAN EDOGAWA ]

Where are you?
 
 
04 June 2012 @ 08:07 am
[ turning to the network isn't his first response to finding himself here, and as such, when the video is turned on, loki looks remarkably comfortable, despite the fact that his clothing — black and green, with a touch of gold — is looking somewhat worse for wear. his expression holds a touch of amusement (in truth, in place of entertainment, it's born of bitterness and irritation and disdain), and he takes a moment to simply eye the feed before speaking. ]

I admit, I had expected more pomp and circumstance. [ he doesn't bother specifying just what he'd expected more pomp and circumstance regarding, and the corners of his lips twitch into a slight smile — there's a touch too much guile and it's a tad too sharp-edged to truly be friendly, but there's a hint of private amusement nonetheless. he briefly runs his thumb along his lower lip before continuing. ] Asgard, the realm eternal needing the help of mortals to stay— [ a beat, and a breath that's almost a laugh. ] —well, eternal. [ 'mortals' is uttered with a mixture of disbelief and distaste; asgard may no longer be home, but if it was going to fall, he, at least, would rather not watch its fate be in the hands of something so miserably pathetic. and he, the whatever that was claiming to be him, was merely acting party to the all-father's whims and desires and rule.

a pitiful imitation.

something resembling pity (feigned) flits across loki's features for a moment, and he hesitates (deliberate) before continuing. ]


I truly hope something terrible has not befallen the All-Father; he ought to have power beyond imagining, and yet here he is, using it only to bring forth waifs and strays of the realms and the universe, to have them save his world whilst he can do naught but watch. Please, do tell me: how has saving Asgard gone for you so far? Have the gods been gracious and kind to their subjects, or are you all merely toys for their amusement? The house of Odin, such as it is, is not known for truth.

[ loki's attention shifts away from the feed for a moment, and he looks upwards, appearing to study the ceiling for a moment. ]

Or for care and attention. [ what all-father would invite loki to play the role of saviour, after all? the entire situation is laughable. ] Good Heimdall must be losing his touch.
 
 
31 May 2012 @ 11:31 am
[ Here's a rare sight for you, Asgard: Arthur at his desk! Not rare? Okay, maybe it's the antsy fidgeting, fingers drumming tirelessly on the wood while his other hand worries the bands on his ring before his lips. He hesitates awhile before speaking, sitting up uncomfortably in his seat.]

Has anyone - is there any way to - ?

[Whatever Arthur's about to say, it gets lost in the loud creak of the door as Merlin enters the room, hair mussed as if he's been running his hand through it in frustration.]

Hey, Arthur, have you seen my satchel? My shift starts soon, and I can't find it anywhere.

[ Arthur stiffens in his seat, a momentary flash of panic crossing his face before it turns to extreme irritation. He's out of his seat before he knows it. ]

Why would I know where your satchel is? [ His lips purse and he grips the edge of his desk. It's not quite anger on his face, it's more dread and - is he starting to flush? ] Come here.

[Are those warning bells going off? Yes, those are. Merlin stays right where he is, eyes narrowed suspiciously.] Whyyyyyyy, what's wrong?

[ Arthur huffs impatiently. ] Nothing's wrong, I just - I need you to come here.

[There's a looooooooooooong pause as Merlin considers this, then reluctantly shuffles toward Arthur.]

[ That slight flush floods his cheeks and Arthur raises his hand from the desk just a fraction towards Merlin before he stops himself and spins away to brace himself against the desk. ]

God above, kill me now. This has to be your fault, Merlin, you're always asking for it and I just, I won't -

[Now confusion replaces the wariness, and Merlin approaches Arthur in concern.] Arthur? Did something happen?

[ Arthur growls in frustration and turns back to Merlin, casting aside his bracelet as he reaches for him. ]

H-hang on, what are you -

[ Then there's a crash, a yelp (that is distinctly not Arthur), and the feed cuts out. ]

[ ooc; open action for anyone in New Camelot, but if people want Arthur to hug their characters, feel free to start a generic action thread! Merlin is blue and responses may come from both of them! ]
 
 
26 May 2012 @ 12:08 pm
[England appears onscreen, looking exhausted; though at least presentable enough. That is, aside from his hair which is dire need of a cut--it's grown a few inches since he's first arrived. Again, he looks presentable--just downright tired.]

I must apologize for my last broadcast, I-- [he clears his throat and his cheeks color slightly] -- such a display was highly unnecessary and again I do apologize for having subjected you lot to that sort of uncouth behavior.

...

[AWKWARD PAUSE. Don't worry though everyone, he does this all the time.]

Far be it from me to be rude or intrusive--certainly no intent of the kind!--If you happen to be a native of the British Isles and have not spoken with me yet, I humbly request--er--I firmly request you remedy this as soon as possible. [Because apparently it's a crime for a nation to admit he wants to look after his people. Even though doing so is simply his nature; but admitting this or showing this would imply affection and he can't allow that. It's all got to be business, and that's just how it is!

He gives a stout nod as if that odd request and his stately tone explain everything.]


[private to America]

here )

[private to Rory, BBC!- and movie!Watsons, Prince Prat Arthur & the Bros of Camelot]

here )

[private to Merlin]

here )

(OOC: ps- going to put up an OPEN LOG for shenanigans in a bit. Everyone, not just the people he spoke to, is invited! :D

EDIT: THE LOG is up!)
 
 
25 May 2012 @ 08:29 am
[This is the voice of someone trying very hard not to show how upset he is. The face? Not hidden so much. He always sort of expected this to happen. He just really hoped it wouldn't.]

The Doctor--the Eleventh one. The one with the bowtie. He's taken off. Just...thought everyone might like to know seeing as a lot of you knew him.

Looks like we're down to just the one.

[And then added some time later:]

...The Ninth is gone too, actually.

[He shakes his head, rakes his hands through his hair--no hiding that upset now.]

Brilliant. Just--just brilliant.