[ ooc; river will be staying anon unless otherwise noted. feel free to threadjack at will! and for the record, this is totally canon. ]A reminder that curfew is in effect between the hours of 10:00PM and 6:00AM. All outdoors activities during these hours are strictly prohibited, including but not limited to:Please be mindful of the time when playing hide the snake in public spaces.
- fornication on rooftops.
This has been a courtesy reminder from your loyal City Patrol: keeping an eye on the sky so that you don't have to.
i murdered someone, and i enjoyed it, and i remember it every freaking day
everyone told me then that it wasnt my fault
but it cant be not my fault and his fault at the same time
because maybe it was a long time ago, but im positive some of you remember
satan and i are guilty of the exact same thing
soooo... when is everyone angry at him coming to arrest me???
thats only fair thing to do, isnt it???
Greetings, Travelers.
Some of you may know already that there was a breach of the castle barrier. We apprehended an individual using Thiazi's magic to attempt assassination of the Queen, and have confirmed that he is Thiazi's informant inside Asgard. This man has been actively assisting her in making attacks on the city as well as misleading our own intelligence efforts.
[ Heimdall is understandably quite cross at this. He gestures offscreen and the feed shifts from Heimdall to a wider shot of the room, where there is a man being held in place between Thor and Loki, who also look quite cross. ]
His name is Satan and he pleads innocence by corruption -- that all he has done while sabotaging Asgard was Thiazi's influence. While he lives we cannot tell his intent, only that he is indeed the perpetrator.
Since he is one among you, we leave his judgment in your hands. What would you have us do with the traitor?
(( The poll is to be filled out ICly and once per character! This will decide Satan's fate. Please feel free to threadjack at will to discuss the trial! ))
[ And Freyr's head comes into view, just at the edge of the screen. He is crouched down, touching the arm of Freya's chair to brace himself as he leans dangerously close to the animal. ] Oh, don't worry, I'm not going to get too close -- [ He's not looking at the bracelet, but the excitement in his tone seems to suggest he's addressing it, anyway. ] They're brand new creatures, really, truly new things, right from this world, so please be kind to them.... [ And he trails off, distracted, as he seems to try to line his face up with the animal's. Their noses are inches apart. Freyr wiggles his, delighted. ]
[Freya picks the rabbit up and moves it onto a nearby table, away from Freyr. She says, tone pointed,] Don't touch it. [And, looking back to her audience-] Them. The experience is highly- highly unrecommended.
[ Freyr's face falls into an expression of disappointment, before he stands and follows after her. ] I think most of you agreed on Longtoothed Reinhare, so: Miss Lovegood, thank you very much for that suggestion. [ Yeah, the disappointment is already gone. He simply seems brightly cheerful again now. ] Do you have any questions, or...? Please do ask.
[Freya continues:] Yes, please do ask, if- Freyr! Freyr, be careful- [And the video ends.]
So, uhm. You know that demon that possessed me? He took over my body. I don't know why, but I think it was another curse. I can't remember anything.
I'm really sorry if I - I mean, if he did anything to hurt you. He was pretending to be me the whole time just so he could get me in trouble.
[And it just reminded her of how comfortable she's been with him in his head, thinking he was totally harmless. Looks like you can never be too safe around here.]
Please don't hate me.
In front of him is a robot of Aradia, cold, lifeless and statuesque. It doesn't move. It's not clear until he speaks that he intentionally turned the feed on.]
It is my duty to inform you collectively that my moirail Nepeta Lejion has left the city. [He sounds howllow.] Some of you have images that she drew. I will send them on as she would have wished.
[A scarab came into view on the robot's shoulder and he grunted, knocking the thing off. His fist raised and slammed into the ground. with a sickening crunch.]
I could use a sparring partner. Preferably a durable one.
( the woman staring at the camera doesn't really appear to be the welcoming sort, anyway. at least irene has managed to look like a ghost of her old self, having procured makeup, some nicer clothing, and a few good nights sleep. not that it matters to anyone here. they don't know her anyway. )
I'm not suited to combat, ( at least, not of any sort that would be helpful in the war ) so welcoming others seemed the logical choice. However, I am at a bit of a loss as to what to say.
( she smirks slightly. )
'Hello, welcome to Asgard, where you'll be forced to fight in a war for your very survival'.. doesn't quite have a nice ring to it, does it?
so who else is on the welcoming squad thing?
maybe a piss poor choice for me, considering i've barely been here any time at all, but the girl with the clipboard didn't really seem to care either way, so here we are
better than joining up with the army and leaping headfirst into a big battle i reckon
which brings me to my next question:
how literal IS this war thing, anyway?
what the hell should i be expecting here?
[ He has to deliberate before finishing up with- ]
and a city full of hippie gods and magic has to be 420 friendly, right
please tell me this is the case
Lilly speaks first, sounding just as happy and triumphant as she looks:]
Victoria! Sister!
[After a few seconds of silence, she nudges Victoria impatiently. They look at each other, and seem to have a little conversation with facial expressions alone-- Victoria raises her eyebrows, and Lilly frowns and nudges her again. Finally, Victoria bites her lower lip and speaks. She doesn't seem to have the serious aversion to talking that Lilly does, but in some ways, she's actually the more shy of the two.]
... Hi. Can everyone really see me?
[Like the other visitors, she has a bracelet of her own visible on her wrist, but hasn't used it yet. She self-consciously pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose before continuing.]
I'm going to take Lilly and let her stay in my tent with me. Is that okay? Her room is really smelly.
[She glances back at her sister, and they have another few moments of nonverbal communication before Victoria turns back to the bracelet display.]
That's all. I'm going to turn this off now. Bye.
[And she does.]
[OOC: Replies will come either from Lilly, Victoria, or-- most likely-- both of them at once in the same comment!]
sorry to everyone i forgot
and i can sleep without having crazy nightmares now so
how about that vision, huh??
pretty crazy stuff
um, though also, for those playing along at home:
draco malfoy is gone
totally and completely
he has an apothecary full of stuff that i have no idea what to do with, if anyone... wants any of it
his moms gone from the network, too
and james and lily and idk, maybe their world just got really lonely??
sollux also left
and roxy, too, its going to be weird not seeing her around
hehe
soon i will have been here longer than everyone else i think
it is kind of funny how that works i guess
[PRIVATE to Jane Crocker:]
i cant live here anymore
what if i took roxys room
would you be okay with that?
i think being roomies would be fun :)
Okay so, I've been here a few days and I think it's time I introduced myself. I'm Riley and I come from Ellie's world. You know, fucked up zombie apocalypse with more squishy mushroom people and less rawr braaaaains. [Yes, she even made a scary face just for that. Okay, back on topic after a lick of frosting.]
So, some of you know my girl Ellie. Still, not the point of this.
Alright, I want you all to tell me your favorite alcoholic drink. Or drinks. I'll allow a top three if you're really too lame to pick one. And if you're too much of a pussy to have tasted alcohol then you should tell me your most embarrassing story instead.
Got it? Cool, give me the best you got.
[She'll just wait here.]
I was wondering. How time seems so....strange here. I don't remember some of the things others from home have told me about. I'm not quite sure how that works, what to make of it exactly. I only know that if there is some way to use that, to change what happens, I'd do anything to. To keep Anna safe. Though I am not sure if that would be possible. Do we remember Asgard at all once we leave and return home to be able to use that information? Or do we forget it and simply continue to make all the same mistakes, even after having been told about them here? I am told some people are taken home and brought back, so surely this is something we can answer?
If anyone can help, I'd be grateful for it.
Hey, so, uh... as a lot of you know, Jade used to run this place. As a lot of you also know... well, Jade isn't here. So I sort of took over- I mean, she left the restaurant to me, we're not talking some kind of coup here! Promise. But anyway--
[He huffs out a breath, reaching up to tuck a stray lock of hair back and adjust his glasses, straightening up a bit.]
The point is, I've run it okay so far, but this is- kind of not my thing? I baked here, I didn't handle everything, and while I have somebody to handle the paperwork and get some oversight in... well, I could use more hands, honestly. Especially if you've already got experience, that'd be fantastic- I won't require it, I can teach a lot of this, but it'd definitely help. Besides that?
[A brief pause there, while he tries to figure out the best way to word it.]
I know some of us are, for lack of a better umbrella term here, weird. But if you've got a strange background, if you're used to the more supernatural sort of weirdness or if you come from that yourself- I don't judge on that. Honestly, it's what I'm used to. So don't feel like you shouldn't speak up just because you're blue or something, 'kay? I figure those of us who've been here a while know that's not usually a giant problem here, but I know I've seen some new faces.
[Which means! He brightens there, smile widening a little.] So I should probably mention who you'd be working with, shouldn't I? Um. Hi, I'm Ryan, I'm one of Hel's-- and I have pretty good body control, but I don't use it on people, don't worry about that. I know it's creepy, so... best to have that up-front, I figure. And I've been here for a while now, so if you have non-work related questions or anything like that, I might be able to help? Or at least direct you somewhere better.
...I think that's about it. So! Bother away.
mama lilly victoria LILLY LILLY LILLY Lilly lillY
[She's also taking her newly-granted literacy for a test-drive, because even though she's never really felt the urge to learn how to read or write, she supposes it's kind of cool that she can suddenly do it effortlessly.
Satisfied with that now, she grins at the display and starts careening around the room at all fours, experimenting with how it follows her wherever she goes. It's probably a bit dizzying for anyone watching, bit it also gives more of a look at what she's done with her room so far-- the bedding has been pulled off the bed and stuffed underneath it, the floor of one corner is wet-looking, and there are scratch marks on the walls.
The main thing here, though, is that she's pretty sure that this bracelet display is like TV, or maybe Skype. About a month ago, way before Asgard, she'd deduced that the people on TV and computers weren't really real (and then she'd had that confirmed; after being spooked by an explosion on television, Anabelle had told her "don't worry, it's fake"). Sometimes real people talked to them and they talked back, but she doubted that made a difference. Because of this, she's not going to bother trying to use the network to look for anyone she knows... but she's also going to be a lot more open for a little bit.
After all, there's no one here to see but her and the fake people.]
I have come to understand that there is going to be some sort of event happening now that involves us all, or at least those who are willing, dressing up.
[ Is there a hint of almost child-like excitement on her face?
Maaaaaybe.
Someone is letting go of the royal self control just a little today. Shame on you, Asgard, she is trying to be tragically resigned to her sad fate over here! ]
I... haven't really done that much.
[ Putting on disguises to avoid getting murdered isn't the same thing after all. It could be argued that Ghanima is almost always dressing up, putting on the costume of the strong young empress she needs to be, but again that isn't what this is supposed to be about. This is about fun, and it's a kind of fun she isn't particularly experienced with. ]
I may need some help deciding what to dress up as. The place I'm from doesn't exactly provide a wealth of inspiration.
[ At least not when the point here is to be lighthearted and carefree. Arrakis isn't what you'd call a party planet. ]
She's in the fucking bracelets.
[ Yeah, the things they wear that directly tie their souls to the gods? Those bracelets. Kieran's glare shifts slightly, as if it's directed at the jewelry on his wrist rather than the feed itself. Then he abruptly looks to the side and says something in another language -- anyone who knows him well enough will recognize that he's talking to Ash, others are free to think he's just nuts and speaking gibberish to no one.
It roughly translates to 'they should be scared, the fucking bitch is eating us.' But he looks marginally less homicidal when he turns to the video again. ]
It's not a curse on us, she's in us, using the connection to twist our souls. We proved it. If you take 'em off, it stops.
Where are you, Loki?
(( ooc: this is happening evening of 330! Kieran, Ash and Rider have been completely incommunicado for about two and a half days. ))
i am pretty sure it was
i think i helped kill him
i dont know what to do
[ it takes her a while ( too long ) before she thinks to use her bracelet to contact someone. it's. what does she even say? how can she be expected to talk to anyone right now? dread and fury and nine million other negative emotions that all revolve around James Potter was murdered and I wasn't here and I couldn't save him make her feel impossibly useless, like she's not even really there. this can't be real. this can't be happening. she holds down the SOS button and squints against the light of the screen that pops up, ducks her head to hide her face from the view of the camera because this isn't- she's been screaming and crying, she doesn't want to be on camera.
the view behind her is of one of that first bloody message on the wall, and at the bottom edge of the screen the entry-point of some of those vines can be seen, but she doesn't think much of it. she doesn't care.
there are a few seconds of silence before she finally speaks-]
I need to- [ she needs to talk, not whisper. she needs to blink through the blur and ignore the urge to scream again and do something. warn people. ] -I need to report a- a break in. A murder. [ she breaks off with a sob, the sound of a breath being forced out between clenched teeth. she can't do this. her hand rubs over her face until she's sure she isn't about to completely lose it again. ] My husband, James Potter, has been killed and he- he's gone, his body is gone. He was just here, I saw him. I know he was here! How is that possible?! Why would- Where is he!? [ who would do this?! she's crying again because it's either that or she focuses on her anger, lashes out and expresses her need to find out who did this and- and what? she's not a killer. but there's something inside of her right now that is seriously considering it. it just makes her cry harder. but she doesn't sound hopeless, she just sounds like this is her last option. get help. ] I'm in Freya House. Please, if anyone could tell me what to do- I don't know what to do-
[ the feed ends there, because she's a mess, she's coming apart and she can't pretend to be able to handle this in any capacity right now. her eyes move from that spot on the wall where James' body hung, over to the window again. the space between all those vines and that open window. more bloody writing, the lines that scare her more than the threat against her own life.
you were meant to stay dead.
the dark lord will always get what he wants. ]
[Oh, look, it's no one's favorite troll! And he's smirking wickedly at the video feed from the safety of his room in Baldr. He taps out a rhythm on his desk with ring be-decked fingers, claws glinting dangerously in the light, as he attempts to formulate just exactly how he wants to address these peasants he's been surrounded by.
His thoughts have been dark, wildly violent and his anger far more intrusive than normal. He has always been quick to anger, to indignation, but something about this seems more extreme than his idle threats before.]
Y'knoww wwhat I think is real fuckin' funny--wwhat makes me laugh myself to sleep durin' the day?
After all a' your wwhinin' an' empty threats about makin' me pay if I culled someone, I massacred Ter an' nothin' happened. You all are a bunch a' cowward human lowwlifes wwho can't evven compare to the grandness an' perfection that is Eridan Ampora.
It's really quite entertainin', to think a' you all scurryin' around like squeakbeasts, livvin' your meager existences. Just wwaitin' to be culled.
[He growls low under his breath, banging his fist on the desk suddenly.]
An' meanwwhile I think you'vve all forgotten just howw fuckin' dangerous it is to ignore or ridicule your BETTERS! So I'll just havve to remind you.
EQU!
[He has the good sense to filter the video now just to the blueblooded troll.]
You're goin' to be buildin' me a doomsday devvice. One that fuckin' wworks this time! You evven think a' talkin' back an' I'll kick that swweaty face a' yours in. You wwouldn't wwant to argue wwith your superior, noww wwould you?
BUT DO3S 4NYON3 H4V3 4 T4RP 1 COULD US3
1 C4N P4Y FOR 1T
[Locked to trolls, minus Eridan (not sorry)]
[The video feed starts up, and she's sitting crosslegged on the floor of her room at Loki's Welcome Hall, looking somber. There are blood-blue bags arcing under her eyes, and if anyone looks down far enough to recognize the pattern of rainbow scalemates, it becomes fiercely apparent that she's not wearing pants.
If nothing else, she looks rather... worn.] Is anyone else having... problems?
-- Blarrr, stupid question! I can smell the tension in the air. It's disgusting! I originally thought that it was some kind of troll affliction, but it seems to be more widespread than that! [A pause, and then she appears to stare blankly past the camera.]
I received something, from the apple trees, that I think will be useful to more than just me. [Terezi turns, just enough so a recuperacoon comes into view. It's fat and a bluish-purple colour, bright green slime shining through the windows.] Anyone can use it if they need to, so long as they shower first. [Making a face, she sticks her tongue out at the thought of your nasty naked bodies filthying her slime.] And keep your fucking bulges where they belong, or I'll personally cut them off!
[If anyone asks her why she isn't just using it for herself, well. That would be kind of hard to explain. The problem is she's just too afraid to be alone with her lusus, with the violent urges growing progressively stronger and darker. She's been sleeping at Dave's apartment, trying to be alone with the egg as little as possible.]
Whatever you decide! Let me know. [And then the feed goes dead.]