14 October 2014 @ 10:25 am
L O S T
bold red courier new typeface. may be going under the pseudonym of "anonymous". generally cryptic and mysterious but inquisitive and outwardly friendly. fond of philosophical debates and vaguely threatening sentiments. last seen posing moral quandaries and unearthing past regrets/triumphs on day 511.

please contact r.tam with any and all information regarding the location and/or identity of our beloved missing red font. reward tbd pending credibility of information given.

help bring our friend home!

[ ooc; this post can also be used for finding river in person as she's posting flyers of this exact same post around the city! ]
 
 
13 October 2014 @ 07:51 pm
Those who knew Bunnymund, the rabbit's gone home. And you know what they say, if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all.

It's just you lot and me now.


[He doesn't care, but this might stop someone from accusing him of elaborate foul play.]
 
 
07 October 2014 @ 09:26 pm
I've been here almost six months now, with nothing except a bit of a lost bracelet situation to call a holiday, and anyone would think I'd be exhausted. I am, a little, but mostly I'm worried. I do want us all to come out of this alive, even if it takes a lot of hard work and a lot of effort.

[ Because, really, optimism is all she has left. After everything that's happened and with everyone that's come and gone. ]

Would anyone like to spend some time somewhere quiet, maybe? Things have been so strange around here lately that I've barely had time to go and read, or make any new friends. It's better late than never, though, I think.

And, um. Has anyone seen Spike? I think he might have... Let me know.
 
 
07 October 2014 @ 11:05 am
[ even in war there is time for philosophy. maybe. Kaworu comes to the video, smiling. He is sitting in his room; on the walls, there are MANY photos of many different people he has met while in Asgard. In his lap there is Zadkiel, an adult orange cat, who is purring loudly (surprisingly, because this cat is the devil) ]

Of all the things you have learned through your life, which is the one you praise the most, the one you think of the most about, the one you are most glad to have learned, met or seen? And why?

[ and because he learned it's better to answer your own questions in order to help others answer, Kaworu will do exactly that ]

I'd say mine is rain. Since this body was created, I have lived inside a laboratory and I was not allowed contact with the outside world. When I first arrived to Asgard, it was around this time of the year and it rained. It was the first time I had seen and felt it, during an afternoon when I shared with someone who is no longer in this world. I suppose that's why I came to love it. Rain reminds me of him. Rain reminds me of many things, and each is very dear to me. [ his hand reaches to pet the cat's head as he looks down at him ]

Ever since I arrived, I was allowed to learn much and see much. I was allowed contact with others, and I was allowed to learn about others. [ yes, "allowed". Because before, he was more of a labrat, not allowed much.

He smiles softly and after he turns to the bracelet again ]


I'm very glad for the time I have spent here. And I thank you for it. I thank you for all that you showed me and taught me, and I thank you for being there. It made this extra time I was allowed much more meaningful.

[ and he is talking about himself which is weird for those who know him, but the war is ending and it's time ]
 
 
( it's fairly obvious to anyone who knows her that irene is not her usual serene self. she hasn't bothered with her hair today; it's down, rather than elegantly coiffed, and even her makeup seems a touch off (though by most standards, it's still something approaching perfect). still, is it any wonder? the last few days have been trying, and not just because of the war going on. finding out something personal about yourself is never fun, especially when it's the last thing you expect.

still, that's not why she's addressing everyone. after a moment of staring down the camera, she turns and points at the graffiti behind her. the end is coming. )


Somehow I consider this in rather bad taste. Don't you agree?

( her voice is mild, but the tightness in her lips and lines around her mouth probably betray her lack of amusement and actual distress at the writing. )

Actual war is bad enough, but psychological warfare just seems cruel at this point.

( and believe her, she knows all about cruel. )

( ooc: just an ic comment on graffiti that went on during the night. :) if your character is a member of city patrol, you might be able to tell her what is going on / who did it? )
 
 
18 September 2014 @ 01:44 pm
ATTENTION ALL CITIZENS AND TRAVELLERS
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:
  • fornication on rooftops.
Please be mindful of the time when playing hide the snake in public spaces.

This has been a courtesy reminder from your loyal City Patrol: keeping an eye on the sky so that you don't have to.
[ ooc; river will be staying anon unless otherwise noted. feel free to threadjack at will! and for the record, this is totally canon. ]
 
 
18 September 2014 @ 03:09 pm
maybe it's time for a little heart to heart, asgard
especially in the wake of all that nasty business with satan (was his name a self-fulfilling prophecy? things to consider..)

would you do something bad if it meant being powerful?
would you betray your friends if it meant having more control?
would you betray a group of complete strangers?

have you ever done something you aren't proud of?

...
( the message ends, just like that. )
 
 
05 September 2014 @ 10:30 pm
[ This is a weird site; for once, Alice does not have her hair in her face, rather, it's in a loose braid which signifies she's been practicing, a bit more. As luck would have it, she's about to undertake a sewing project and Koyuki, the white pomeranian, is calmly resting beside her. She's outgrowing her chewing! ]

Well, as luck would have it, we were sent to Muspelheim and I'm sure that a few garments that we possess are torn, yes? It just so happens I do have experience tending to clothing, whether it is cleaning out stains or sewing. Granted, I'm more used to doing this for children between the ages of five through ten, but sewing for small ones does teach you to sew better.

That being said, while Koyuki has managed to learn not to eat what I sew or Kevin being obnoxious, if my skillsets interest you, please let me know.
 
 
23 August 2014 @ 03:10 pm
[ river's standing in the middle of the road, looking a little worse for wear, but she doesn't seem to care about the blood drying on her skin, and her eyes are wide and bright as ever. the natives are walking past her, singing and holding one another, and one hands her a small candle that she holds in the center of her palm curiously. the hymns gets quieter as they pass and then she speaks down to her little flame. ]

Ghosts in the streets tonight, but you're alive now.

[ she blows on the candle, but not strong enough to put it out. it just flickers back in place and she smiles, looks directly into the camera feed. ]

Sǐ mǎ dāng huó mǎ yī. Did you do something good lately?

[ ooc; trying this one last time. river has been gone since june and has only just come back today with a canon bump to the end of serenity, so she's a little more sane but also in dire need of a bath. come say hi? ( permissions are still here. ) ]
 
 
18 May 2014 @ 01:23 pm
[ in the feed, river can be seen wearing a newly appropriated dress, a nice green and flowing thing that billows out around her legs in a passing breeze. she's standing up somewhere high, the surface rounded and colourful; her ( bare, as always ) toes curl around it to give her balance, and she's staring down at them with wide eyes. ]

Finally found her. She won't stop crying.

[ there's a creak of metal, and river goes to one knee, just in case, braced against a fall that doesn't come. her head tilts curiously and you know what, fuck it. she's just going to lay down completely, one ear pressed to the roof of the carousel in the dark carnival. there are a few natives telling her to come down, as well as a few ghosts hovering nearby; no signs of anyone crying, and river pets her hand across the space beside her head. ]

Shh. Don't be sad. It'll all be over soon.

[ ooc; just a little bit of newbie metaplot for y'all! this is sort of forward dated to later on day 450, so i guess i could've posted it tomorrow but i do what i want, thor. just in case, river's permissions post is here! ]
 
 
11 May 2014 @ 08:30 pm
POLL.

Of those of us freshly kidnapped, how many showed up feeling like crap? And I don't mean like emotionally-compromised crap, but like full-on sick and almost puking and shaky and pale, like the flu sick. Maybe also remembering things that didn't- might not have happened.
 
 
[ When you're scared out of your wits and you've been throwing up all morning, what do you do? Ignore it like a champ. ]

so not that this isn’t all mind-blowing as get out, but i’m a little disappointed.


i mean: we all get drafted into a magical war -- and we don’t even get an enchanted sword? or a wise bearded mentor figure?

don’t get me wrong, the superpowers are cool and all. but you can’t win a war with an army that walked off the set of trans-dimensional maury. we gotta get some proper heroic names going.

i’ll be the SKELETON KING OF THE ANCIENT BONE WASTES (and rakish good looks). the rest of you gotta make your own -- but i’ll be a generous lich lord and lend you all a small helping hand.




[ Has your character been starting to forget things? What was their favourite colour, again? ]
 
 
07 May 2014 @ 08:26 pm
Hey, guys. [ heyoo! Rachel's waving at the camera, fingers smudged with paint, as per usual. she seems excited, though, if not just pleased with herself. ]

So, I've been thinking. I know this place can be scary and there's a war going on and there are times when we're left fighting for our lives right after we've just been brought back to life, but. I've also been thinking about what else we can do, to help the city? And, naturally, what came to mind was the fact that we're supposed to be bringing color back to Asgard, too. Which we've been doing! It's- noticeable, the way things have been changing. But my idea is that we throw an art club together. Well, maybe not a club, that sounds like it's only for kids, but...

For all the artsy types in the city, the people who would much rather create and imagine things than pick up a weapon and fight - think that might be cool? We could meet at the school, maybe. After class hours. Or somewhere in Freyr? I'm sure there's a space we could use. Just somewhere a big group of people could get together and create things. Or talk about creating things.

[ meanwhile, she already came to the network with this exact idea a little over a month ago, and that the group has gotten together a few times since then... feel free to call her out on that ( ooc: also this is me totally using an excuse to pimp out art club to newer characters heh <3 ). but she doesn't remember any of it. not bringing it up, not meeting with people. the sketches she created there are still in her notebooks, but she hasn't made the connection just yet ]

I don't know, it's just an idea. I'm usually not really a planner. But picking a time and place for a group of us to paint together, or just sketch and color in the same space? I'd definitely be up for trying to organize something like that. So... let me know!
 
 
07 February 2014 @ 12:40 am
[She's standing outside the Welcome Hall to Freyr and it looks like she's shaking a little. Her arms are wrapped around herself but she doesn't look as bad as the last time she came back.]

Easier to find your feet the second time 'round. The world's still too harsh but it doesn't burn.
 
 
06 January 2014 @ 03:27 pm
So, that Christmas thing was fun, huh? I've never celebrated Christmas before but I actually really enjoyed it! It was nice, choosing and making presents for everyone. I hope everyone had fun with the festival and all. And that will happen again next year? I wonder if we have Christmas back home. I should ask Eugene....

[Okay now calm down girl. Don't get too excited. :l]

Oh! Right. Thank you to everyone who gave me presents. It's wonderful to see everyone getting together and sharing things like this. I can't wait to learn more about the different holidays. I never really celebrated any back home before so all these here are kind of exciting!

It sounds like we're getting in some new arrivals? So um, hi there! I'm Rapunzel. [An almost annoyed sort of chirp can be heard and a little green...frog? No, chameleon appears at her shoulder underneath the trail of blonde. A seventy foot trail of blonde, not that all of it is necessarily visible as she sits curled up on her bed in her room.] And Pascal, of course. My best friend. No, he's not a frog. He's a chameleon. I know Asgard can be confusing at first, but it's pretty easy to make friends here and there's usually always someone willing to help you out. If you have any questions I might be able to help?

Saying hi to the new arrivals out of the way, in terms of more recent things, has anyone figured out what that meant last month? About the world tree, I mean? Alice and I went to the library to have a look, but I was wondering if anyone else might have found anything.
 
 
17 December 2013 @ 02:40 am
[River is awake early, the sun is just peaking above the horizon when she makes the message. She looks tired and maybe like she's been crying but most of the signs of her tears are already gone. She stares into the camera for a few moments, saying nothing, but then she opens her mouth.

No words come out.

She closes it again, biting her lip. It's clear she wants to say something but the words don't want to come out. It's like they're caught, tangled against her tongue and teeth and she feels like they're going to choke her if she doesn't get something out soon.

There's panic slowly welling up in her expression but still, no noise comes.

Finally, after biting a hole into her mouth, she manages to get a few words out, though it's clearly not what she meant to be saying.]


True names, names that we keep in our hearts, names that we wish to share with those closest to us. Clocks that tick in our heads, tickticktick. Like a time bomb, going to go off. You explode and they see who you are. True names fall from your mouth and you're screaming them into the wind. Screaming, screaming screaming.

And if you're lucky, no one will hear you and you can pretend to be who you were, pretend and wear the masks and be the person you want them to think you are.

And if you're not? Then there's no point in masks anymore, is there? No more hiding, no more pretending.

[She closes her eyes, shaking her head. That wasn't entirely what she was trying to say, not at all really. She was scared, tired and lonely and none of that was what she was going for but it's what happened and she doesn't know how to take it back.]
 
 
[The video opens to Severus looking very haggard, pale, almost haunted looking. Like for many people, the past week has been downright horrendous for Severus. The things that unfolded for him in the mirror world have left him unable to sleep; and he's been working overtime, clearing up the mess in the school that was left in the wake of the earthquake.

But, for once in his bleak, miserable life, he also looks rather colourful.

The lights on the jumper are flashing, too; they light up his face in different angles, throwing unflattering shadows here and there, across his abnormally large nose (making his nose look even larger) and across his sunken, tired eyes (making the dark bags under his eyes look even darker). The worst part? He has no idea how to turn the blasted lights off.

To make matters even more irritating, his emu, Steven, has been trying to attack the flashing lights ever since Severus woke up this morning in this ridiculous jumper. In fact, Steven can be seen lurking in the background now, bright eyed, curious, barely able to contain his eagerness to attack the shiny, sparkly things that look like edible insects to him.

Suffice it to say, Severus is not in a good mood. But one might argue that that's no different to how Severus normally is.

However. He is going to pretend that he's not wearing the hideous jumper. He is pretending very, very hard. Complete professionalism here. Nobody had better laugh at him!!1]


Just a quick announcement to say that, as of tomorrow, the school will officially open.

I have written up a school schedule. Teachers and students, please take the time to familiarise yourself with it. Should there be any questions or issues, please direct them to me personally.

[Look at the way the flashing lights keep lighting up his face in all kinds of unflattering angles, though!!]

If you are under the age of 18 and you wish to attend the school but have not registered your details with me, please do so as soon as possible.

[Steven is standing right behind Severus now. He's moving his head twitchily, cocking it down to peer over Severus' shoulder at those lovely flashing lights! Any second now, he's going to attack. Any second now…

Not that Severus is aware of him standing there. Not yet, at least.]


Which brings me to my next point. As a number of people over the age of 18 expressed an interest in undertaking education, I am now working towards catering for mature-aged students as well. If you are over the age of 18 and are interested in enrolling at the school, please leave a message with me and I will get back to you as soon as possible to discuss things with y--

[He's suddenly interrupted by Steven dashing his long neck over his shoulder and furiously attacking one of the lights. Gotta get one of the tasty-looking flashing insects before his master stops him!]

Stop that, you--!

[The bird has a hold of one of the lights. He's pulling and twisting it. He's pulling it so hard that he's tugging the giant red bow right up over Severus' face. And one of the lights is now flashing right up his left nostril.

There's a great deal of (rather frantic) fumbling around before the feed suddenly ends.]

[[ooc; Just a few things!!
• If your character is going to be a teacher at the school, could you please head over here and fill out the form if you haven't already so I can put them on the school roster! ALSO!! Make sure you fill out the interview questions if you haven't already!
• If I've made a mistake on the school roster/schedule thingy, please let me know!! Either send me a PM or message me on plurk!
• If your character would like to be a mature-aged student, please fill this out!
• And of course, if your character is a student under the age of 18, please head over here and fill this out if you haven't already!
• Like the subject heading says: feel free to threadjack! :D
• Lastly! I'm in the middle of packing up my house to move interstate, so just a heads up that my tags might be a bit slow. Blah, sorry! :c If you'd prefer to handwave (as it's a busy time for everyone right now, anyway) that's totally fine with me. Just let me know!]]
 
 
04 December 2013 @ 08:30 pm
[River is in the Freyr Welcome Hall and she is surrounded by cake. There are lines of cakes on tables and drinks set up. It is obviously intended to be a bit of a party.]

We have cake and drinks and music. We have a reason to celebrate being alive. We have the ability to dance on our feet and revel in each other.

Whoever you are, whatever you've done to survive, come by. Celebrate that you're still standing for a while.
 
 
18 November 2013 @ 01:34 pm
[The world fell back into focus rather suddenly and River finds herself dropping to her knees with the feeling of the world overwhelming her.

She takes a few sharp breaths, and her hands are shaking a little as she fiddles around with the bracelet, trying to get it to turn on again.]


The world went out of focus. [She sounds apologetic and a little scared.] Blurry and cold. Everything fit right but the world was wrong. Found a place in a different puzzle, the one next to this one.

[Her hands are shaking little and she looks around her, uncertain of what to do now. Of what she's missed and how to slip back into the new old world she's found herself in again.]
 
 
07 September 2013 @ 09:58 am
[When the audio feed turns on at first you hear nothing. Dead noise. Then there's a crash, another crash, the sound of something cracking and more rustling before the feed zones in on Leeloo's voice.]

Bom o mo azart man aranouylipot alsia... ["How am I supposed to save all..."]

[Leeloo turns her video feed on and the room is now visible. The bed slumped against the wall in a heap of broken wood and her blankets torn and things sitting in disarray over the room. Leeloo looks upset. Her eyes red from crying, her lip quivering.]

I am sorry. I was not able to fulfill my purpose.

Hila ligunaï on envolet. ["The galaxy is gone."

With that, Leeloo sucks in a breath and turns off the feed.
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