06 June 2013 @ 06:14 pm
[When the feed flicks on, Asgard will be greeted with what is probably best described as the least impressed face in the entire world. Dualscar looks deeply unsatisfied, but the fact is that this is his face after a day or two of mulling over the facts he's been presented with.]

Afternoon. [The greeting isn't said so much out of friendliness as it is out of formality.] Though I've recently arrived, I'm well informed as to my whereabouts and the nature of the situation. The less said about it, the better.

I'm not here to make idle conversation or to ask stupid questions, though I do require some information. I've already been acquainted with the...lesser beings that populate this place, though I would like to know just exactly how many different species there are among us, along with the more notable members of the populace. I've no time to waste on commonplace people or vapid conversation, any answers given are to be with purpose.

With that in mind, I have a particular interest in knowing which members of my species have made it here. Trolls, make your presence known to me. I need names and titles, even if you are from a less than respectable hue.

I suppose I should do you all the good pleasure of knowing just exactly who I am. I'm known as Orphaner Dualscar, and again, the presentation of my title is not cause for conversation or pleasantries.
 
 
02 June 2013 @ 10:52 pm
[Whenever Terezi and Sollux recede from the limelight, everyone should start to get worried. That means they're plotting, and everyone should be very, very afraid of what they could be plotting. And they've put some effort into this one. Not a lot, but a substantial amount, for a large joke.

The video opens with Terezi and Sollux perched on stools, coffee mugs in hand, clad in slacks and the ugliest sweaters imaginable, shit-eating grins plastered on their faces.

Terezi bursts into laughter the moment the feed goes live, and flaps a hand at Sollux, wheezing through her teeth.
] You start, [she orders between her cackles,] This was your idea, Appleberry. [Still snickering, she lifts her mug to her mouth and tries to pokerface, and instead almost ends up aspirating coffee when she laughs halfway through a sip.]

Don't make excutheth for being a lazy athh, it'th not fooling anybody. [But he holds his mug up in mock salute, all his fangs on display.] Good day, Athgard. Ath you know, the godth have a terrible tendency to be indecithive fuckwadth, and tho we end up theeing the thame people, over and over and over. And we'll thay it becauthe you're too thtuffy to even admit it to yourthelf- thome verthionth thick more than otherth. Which got uth to thinking-

It's important to have a frame of reference, you see. To answer the really hard-hitting questions. Such as, which trolls suck the most! And the least, of course! [She shares a conspiratorial smirk with Sollux.] That way, everyone knows who they should avoid on sight and who are the gods of troll sexiness and should be smothered with adoration. [And then she bursts into another fit of laughter.]

click through for the exciting conclusion!!! )
 
 
30 May 2013 @ 01:17 pm
OKAY LISTEN UP.
I KNOW THERE'S A LOT OF STUPID SHIT GOING ON RIGHT NOW WITH THE SPY AND ALL THAT BULLSHIT. BUT REALLY I COULDN'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THAT SO INSTEAD I'M TRYING TO HAVE A LITTLE FUN WHILE STRANDED IN THIS GRAVEYARD OF BROKEN TIMELINES.
NEPETA AND I ARE GOING TO WATCH A MOVIE. BUT FIRST WE NEED TO FIND SAID MOVIE. SO IF ANY OF YOU DIPSHITS CAN STOP HEMORRHAGING AT THE IDEA OF TORTURING THE SPY UNTIL HE EATS BANANAS WITH HIS ASSCHEEKS, ANY ADVICE THAT POINTS US IN THE DIRECTION OF SOME ACCEPTABLE CINEMA WOULD BE HELPFUL.
IT DOESN'T EVEN HAVE TO BE ALTERNIAN! YES, I AM THAT DESPEREATE.
I EXPECT A RESPONSE FROM AT LEAST A FEW OF YOU BULGECHOMPERS, AND I GUESS IF I LIKE YOU ENOUGH MAYBE YOU CAN COME TO THE MOVIE NIGHT...IF NEPETA SAYS OKAY. (AND I GUESS EQUIUS, TOO.)
 
 
08 May 2013 @ 11:46 pm
Today makes day 365. I've been in Asgard for 15 days. It's hard to believe it's been a whole year now.

I know there are people who are unhappy to be here. I don't think anyone should be forced to be in a place they don't want to be, but for now we have a duty... And I'm happy to be here, too. Even if it's selfish.

I do have a question--

What would you do if you are given more time than you expect? For whatever you might wish to do, I mean. Before I came here everything I did was missions... There's so much free time here and I can't possibly train all of the time.

Would anyone like to train together sometime?
 
 
27 April 2013 @ 03:22 pm
action; open to ash, kieran, and anyone else who might have reason to show up at tz's hive. )

Some time later, when she's awake and clearer minded, she decides there's no point in keeping it a secret and fumbles with her bracelet, clicking the video feed on.]


Greetings, everyone! [Her mouth twists in thought.] I am aware that many of us noticed the eggs that appeared--seemingly at random!--around the city, and were also aware that there was a collection block in which our findings could be placed. After participating in this strange hide and seek activity myself, I discovered the presence of another egg inside my block. [She pauses for dramatic effect.] While I initially assumed the instances were one in the same, I very quickly discovered that this was an erroneous assumption on my part! [Carefully, Terezi lifts the egg from her lap into the view of the camera.]

Behold: Not a mere egg, but the egg of my lusus! After conferring with others I have determined that this is far from an isolated event. Regardless of my initial misunderstanding I still have reason to believe that the two are related.

To other trolls here, I'd like to know if anyone else found their lusii appearing conveniently soon after engaging in this festive egg search. I am aware that Nepeta and Equius received their lusii, in addition to myself. Additionally, did any items randomly appear in your possession? Can we see if this event can be replicated? If so, it would be useful! If not... [She shrugs, lackadaisical, and plops her eggmom back into her lap. For a moment Terezi looks like she's about to terminate the feed, and then she sucks her teeth and pauses for a second.]

Also... uh. Would anyone happen to have any information on caring for dragon eggs?
 
 
26 April 2013 @ 11:18 am
[Anyone who spends any time at all with Nepeta should have noticed her absence the past day or so. She'd been just about everywhere hunting for easter eggs for a while, skipping about with two great baskets, one on each arm, and apparently throwing herself completely into this fun new game.

And then she just didn't show up any more.

Until now.]


My Pounce! Look, look everybody! It's my Pounce! She found me again!

[The feed shows a delighted Nepeta and a great white double-mouthed cat purring loudly and nuzzling all over her charge.

Yes, this is indeed why the small kittytroll hasn't been around. She's been busy cuddling her lusus, and has been for a while judging by the white hair covering her hat and coat.]


Oh, oh, this is the best day efur!
 
 
25 April 2013 @ 10:50 pm
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[The difference between Gil and Nevy is that Gil, despite whatever reservations he might hold, is actually pretty excited to get out there and explore the city. Who are these people? How can he fix this? It's a bit out of his training, sure- he's not quite sure how you cure grayness- but of course he'll…figure it all out, somehow.

Nevy, in contrast, doesn't want to. Whether she just doesn't know how, or doesn't have any interest in it, Gil, in his well-meaning obliviousness, isn't going to let his best friend mope in her room forever.
]

Come on, Nevy, it won't be so bad-

[He's only vividly more blue, in comparison to the drab surroundings, than he even should be. But not as obnoxiously colorful as the person he's trying to tug in front of the video.]

You can talk to somebody who isn't me for once. I bet they'll be a much better conversationalist. Just come say hi!

Gil! [She squeals nervously, squirming away from the view of the camera once she sees herself on the screen. She pouts insistently.] I don't want to; what would I even say?

[But Gil, with his goal accomplished, just beams at her and shrugs, wide-eyed and befuddled at her demand.]

Say anything that's on your mind?

I-- I-- [Slowly, she turns her head toward the screen, face flushed bright red. Her fists curl against her chest for a tense second before she dislodges one and waves at the camera faintly.]

Hello. I'm Nevy. I'm, um. [She throws Gil a helpless look, then swallows and stares at her knees.] My best friend Gil and I arrived here a while ago and he thinks I should try talking to new people. I'm in the um, Baldr house? And I think the gardens here are really pretty. We haven't been here very long.

[Again she looks to Gil, hoping that what she said was enough to satisfy him.]

See, that was easy! [And, beaming with pride, he flips the feed off.]
 
 
25 April 2013 @ 01:05 pm
Whom do you live for, what do you live for?

[ in other words ] Why do you live?



[ and for those who don't wish to answer philosophical questions, Kaworu has another one ]

I have another question. I am currently taking care of a male adult cat, however, it seems he is rather untamed. [ actually, the cat is really mean and bites everyone for the heck of it. ] Because I never interacted with animals before arriving here, I'm not sure what to do in this situation, especially because of the way the animal acts towards the others that live inside the house.

Would anyone help me?
 
 
08 April 2013 @ 05:55 am
[When the feed for the video turns on it's not focused. It's a moment of movement as the person adjusts the bracelet so the video finally catches onto the figure. It's difficult to make out the features under the black cloak, but the bright blue eyes come out as clear as day.

The person doesn't say anything at first, although there's a sigh at getting the bracelet to work. The figure seems to be pulling together this thoughts before finally deciding to speak.]


Please--Can someone tell me how this is possible? I--I can't be here-- [There's a pause as she works that out. She's supposed to be with Sora.] I know they brought us here for a reason and I will do my part-- but I'm not supposed to be here. It's not possible.

[What is going on? Her voice struggles, but that age old determination makes it possible for her to finish.]

Please. If anyone has any answers, I need to know.
 
 
 
19 January 2013 @ 01:06 pm
[ boredom. that's what greets the feed. but it doesn't last. boredom is soon replaced by a lazy smile. there's little that's pleasant about it though. it's never pleasant having a lion bare its fangs ]

Your letter explains very little about why I'm actually here and your maid servant, even less. Though she was kind enough to tell me that I'm a prisoner here. Your letter, however, conveniently left that part out. Perhaps you should see to it that it's included, if you wish to attempt this again, this... poor method of capture. And sending your maid to speak with me? It's a cowardly and dishonourable man who doesn't venture forth and speak to his captive himself.

So, I would ask that you come and speak to me yourself. Unless, of course, I frighten you now that I'm no longer in irons.
 
 
18 January 2013 @ 01:44 pm
[The feed turns on to Norman sitting inside of Hel's Welcome Hall's lounge  with his long red scarf wrapped around his neck and a destroyed book on his lap. He's got a slightly nervous smile on, and his hands rub together in a worried manner before strumming along the book.]

Soooooo....who wants to talk about the afterlife?

[Yup, Norman's doing this. That's right, Asgard. There's a 11 year old who wants to talk about death. Although that wasn't the best way to start off this video, and he has to take a deep breath before continuing.]

I'm not actually talking about religious views, but what do you think happens when you die? Uh, I guess religious stuff works too if you really want to talk about that. I've heard a few things about how death works in different worlds, so I thought it would be interesting to hear from more people.

Also, I thought it would be good to talk about it since a lot of people seem to want to help get Freyr back. [Just going to add some not-bizarre reasoning to this.]

So yeah, if you want to say anything, go ahead. If you want to talk about it privately, you can put up a filter. [A pause.] And...if your world has ghosts or you believe in ghosts, that would be great to hear about too.
 
 
16 January 2013 @ 12:16 pm
Im Pretty Sure I Would Be Amiss To Think That This Is A Dream Bubble
Circumstances Dont Seem Indicative Of It Though I Could Be Incorrect
That Being Said If Any Of My Compatriots Can See This
What Is Going On

Another Thing If I May
I Was Told Ive Been Placed In Sigyn House
What Exactly Does That Entail
 
 
12 August 2012 @ 12:04 am

[Eridan is admiring his new bracelet, twisting and turning it to watch the stone set in the middle shimmer. He pauses, tapping at the center of the stone before addressing the screen, his entire demeanor radiating barely controlled rage and indignation.]

Wwhat the fuck is goin on here? Maybe you havven't heard a me, but, believve me, I am a seriously important troll an you're goin to rue the day you messed with Eridan Ampora. So wwhy don't you just go ahead an showw yourself an stop bein a fuckin cowward.

I don't blame you for hidin though, 'cause once I find wwhoevver is fuckin with me, you're dead.

[Suddenly occuring to him that his words might be more apt than he originally thought, Eridan is uncharacteristically struck silent for a moment. After all, he was dead. Not many trolls, even ones as talented as him, could survive being chainsawed in half. He'd been d-e-a-d dead and, now, well, he was here. Maybe this was some sort of afterlife... He dismisses the idea almost immediately with a visible shake of his head. This is stupid. Magic doesn't exist and these gods don't exist and... Right, getting back to the point. He taps at the bracelet again.]

I mean, at least you “gods” havve an appreciation for the finer things in life, but Eridan Ampora is nobody's toy. Least a all a bunch a shoddy magicians or wwizards or wwhatevver you wanna call yourselvves. Evveryone knows that magic isn't real. So, nice try, but  I'm not buyin it. Game's ovver.

[Secure in his victory over whatever charlatans are trying to pull the wool over his eyes, a smirking Eridan shuts off the video feed. Or at least he attempts to but only manages to change the video screen size. He curses, spluttering in frustration as he pushes buttons randomly until the bracelet finally turns off. So much for his attempt at coolkid status.]
 
 
17 July 2012 @ 07:58 am
To those who knew him, it seems our distinguished Mr. Dave Strider has returned to his knightly duties.
Given the nature of this place, I cannot promise he will remember you all fondly, but I'm sure if he were present there would be well wishes and heartfelt sentiments for all.


[Rose isn't good at goodbyes; she never was. And all the logical reasoning in the world doesn't get rid of the crushing weight of disappointment. It's easier to hide behind a wall of orchid text and pretend she didn't care. Easier to just be grateful that the whole of the city can't see the way she looks out the window and heaves a low, disappointed sigh, can't notice the dark, tired look in her eyes.]

In other news, I humbly request Asgard's participation in a poll of sorts. You are free to answer anonymously, or filter your reply directly to me, if you are uncomfortable giving your name.

There is of course a medical clinic in our fair city, but naturally, not all wounds are strictly physical. Who among us feels it would be beneficial for there to be a business catering to the softer end of the scientific spectrum?
Specifically psychoanalysis.
Furthermore, I must request knowledge on if anyone here is familiar with such practices and is able to efficiently provide therapeutic comfort to a person should they come seeking help.
I thank you for your cooperation.


Cut for entry with colored text. )
 
 
11 July 2012 @ 09:23 am
Um, hi everyone...

[This is far from the strident, angry voice that spoke last time she was on the network. Nakama sounds nervous, almost fearful, and there are bright spots of red on each cheek as she speaks.]

So, um, some of my friends know that I wanted to get into designing more seriously, and I've been working on some sketches, but I finally found one that looked okay and decided to give it a try.

[She sets the bracelet down on her desk and backs up, revealing a dark pink dress which she's paired with a single string of pearls for the sake of display.]

What do you think? Does it look alright? Rarity, Kanaya, I'd especially like to hear from you, but anyone else who can suggest any improvements or anything is more than welcome. I need constructive criticism to get better, right?

Um... thanks. In advance. 'Bye.

[And the feed shuts off.]
 
 
15 June 2012 @ 10:31 pm
[Here's a finely-coiffed, well-dressed young man wandering the Freyr district, wincing every so often and examining his designer boots for water damage. When he can he hops up on a higher surface, peering around before looking down at the screen.]

Well, I must say it's quite beautiful here. I have to ask, though--it always this, er, soggy?

[He curls up in his perch, sighing as the wind tries to ruffle his meticulously-styled hair.] As much as I love tasteful post-modern Swiss design, I can't help but find this all a bit...off-putting. I mean, it's not like I have anything particularly-- [going for me at home, he's about to say, but refrains. Instead, he trails off, looking around again.]

I'm Kurt, by the way. Kurt Elizabeth Hummel. I'd hate to embarrass myself by introducing myself to a bracelet, so tell me a bit about yourselves? And a little more about this--this god business. I take it people here are rather religious? [He doesn't look very thrilled about that, but...]

Anything you'd like to talk about would be nice. It would be lovely to speak to someone who doesn't look as though they stepped out of the American Gothic. [Powers? Faceless maids? We're not talking about those things. We're taking it easy right now. The panic will come later, when he figures out that this isn't a dream.]
 
 
[ When you're prepared for the worst, worst does happen. You fail that test with the lowest expectations, your family member dies just as you read his will over, so on and so forth. It hurts less that way, but everyone knows that. Talk is cheap. Everyone ever is perfectly capable of understanding their own emotions, whether they've yet to experience them or not.

Here is where he's perfectly safe in the boundaries of his own room; here lies Dave Strider. He dreamt of a lot of things.
]

Losing my head to Hollywood
My liver to London
My youth to Tokyo...


[ It's quite inaudible; he's only just mumbling to himself. Song, lyrics, lyrics, music. It's not the gods that made are causing him to hum to himself this time, only own willpower.

He runs his hands through his hair, sitting up. He notices the video on, at last, and pauses.

Avoid the inevitable awkward 'on the spot' network post?
> Too cool for that
> Shut up

You've decided to say something completely unexpected! After all you've been thinking about this for like, what? A day?
]

You know, even after all this time spent in this place, I haven't bothered to really test out my powers. Freyr house represent, I guess. [ Quick! Make it interesting! ] I'm probably going to need a couple of test subjects, like, the kind that don't mind a few concussions and/or minor injuries sustained particularly to the ear area. [ ....That was a joke? ] Ahaha, no, kidding. All you need to do is listen to me. That's all. Just listen to me. Entertaining the gods not guaranteed.

Context is revealed on a case-by-case basis?? Yeah, sure. [ Staring at you. Then click. ]

[ ooc: wow i always make ooc notices (cry) anyway, depending on what he asks your character, should you reply, he'll do different funky monkey dances! no i'm kidding, you can figure this out??? question mark ]
 
 
13 June 2012 @ 04:30 pm
I'm going to need information.

[HEY ASGARD LOOK IT'S A NEWBIE. Man aren't you getting tired of seeing this?]

Not the information that's provided by the nurses here. I'm looking for something more specific. Names, places, dates. Who's here, who's not, and if you can remember what your time back home is like. Should be able to see if there's a connection between them all.

[Oh, well. Okay, so maybe not so newbie and more along the lines of 'not new to kidnapping but definitely to a new world' kind of deal. Hawkeye's a bit odd like that.]

I've read the posts compiled by Travelers, and there's still things that are missing. I'm guessing the gods are being gracious and leaving that information out. Not surprising. How many are here overall, and do they ever show up in this whole mess? Or are they the kind who like being mysterious?

Any input would be appreciated.
 
 
12 June 2012 @ 05:32 pm
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okay, losing your bracelet officially STINKS and i will never ever do it again >XO!!!
i feel like i have been gone forever

my flowers were all wilty :( bluhhh
what did i miss? why do i have so much money? :O

and most importantly... how is everyone??


[Filtered to ???:]

sunny
you still owe me a movie B)