sirenspull | March 17th, 2012

March 17th, 2012

[Gohan is sitting at a table, and though it's all neatly organized, there are stacks of books and papers all over it. Independent projects, you know. That fun university stuff. His expression is thoughtful and curious, kind of giving the impression that he's been considering this for a while.]

I've been thinking lately about what I want to do when I get older. I'm coming to the end of my first year of university here, and it really seems like I should have some kind of focus in mind for next year.

I'm just not sure what yet, though. I've thought about a few things, but . . . How do you decide? [Grown-up decisions. How do they work?]

[[OOC: Backdated to say . . . early evening or so. Also, open to action for Nelliel and/or Ulquiorra if they want.]]

Current Mood: thoughtful

quadrifoliate

[ Considering how chatty Clover usually is, and how she isn't shy about showing her face on the network, the briefness of her message seems utterly out of character: ]

What's it like, not being human?

Growing up with it, I mean -- being a different species or having powers even before you came here.

[ Also out of character is the unusual effort she makes to keep the text legible and correct -- as anyone who's been subjected to her haphazard keypad-smushing and emoticon spam can attest to. ]

greenshift

[ The video feed switches on, revealing a room at the starter apartments - a bedroom, actually, which is mostly apparent because one can see parts of a bed, including a lump under the blankets and a head of tousled blonde hair poking out. But never mind that, because the video gets adjusted to focus in on a thirteen year old girl with black hair who is sitting on said bed and who'll be familiar to some of you. She gives the feed a look, and...starts to type. Well, okay, guess she doesn't want to wake the other girl. ]

( cut for typing quirk and a lot of ridiculousness )

saintofstoic

[The voice, recognizably Joan's to those who know her or who care to remember voices, is all business.]

I know of other clones within the city. Is there any sort of assistance set up for them? A charity or such?

[The voices pauses there a moment, then comes back in a low and soft tone. She doesn't sound like one on the verge of tears. It's a distinct note of regret, though not harsh or pronounced.]

I'm afraid I don't know much about this city still, it's newcomers or it's charities. I have been negligent and selfish in that regard.

endlesswitch

[ On the NV, the feed starts out quietly. Slowly but surely, quiet chuckling is heard, until it turns into loud cackling, followed by applause ]

How nice, how nice! So, this is where the Golden Witch is to be summoned...? Siren’s Port, is it? A unique name, and one that I am already fond of. And yet, just how much shall this world have to hide from the reisdents that have been taken into this world...? Shall it become more dangerous than I have heard of -- enough to make those taken to this game perish before this game can truly begin? A game cannot start unless all the pieces are on the board, riiiight? And such is the case for those who are newly summoned to this world

…. Ah, but that will not do. Not in the slightest! No, if I seek entertainment, I want to observe the pieces chosen to come here myself, see? … For those who are fortunate to have a chance to hear from the Golden Witch-- Come, tell me!

Just what is this darkness that I have heard so much about? … If it is merely a name for a time when those monsters that I have witnessed lurk within the shadows of the night... How tame, how tame. For a witch that has lived for over 1,000 years, confronting such things are mere child’s play to me!

typhlopid

[When the NV comes on, it isn't immediately evident whether it's accidental or on purpose, since what's occupying the screen is mostly someone's elbow, but the excited murmur of a crowd is audible, and above it, the indistinct sound of rowdy singing. It takes another minute for the feed to right itself, focused on Snake and a broadly grinning Clover dressed in a lime green leprechaun costume that's probably a good deal shorter in the hem department than any actual leprechaun would wear. She's also dangling something in front of the camera, so close that it's out of focus. When she pulls back a little to twirl it against one cheek absently, it resolves into a four-leafed clover.]

So it's St. Patrick's Day, right? [Her cheeks are flushed, but she seems giddy rather than tipsy, leaning into Snake unselfconsciously.] It's been pretty fun so far, but you know what would be even better? [She pauses for dramatic effect, but it's somewhat ruined by the soft giggle she lets out when she waves the clover in her hand at the NV.] If we had someone else to celebrate with us!

[Snake is far more subdued, as usual, dressed in a collared shirt and a green and blue argyle sweater. He pulls the NV a little closer, but is not quite directly facing it. He replies in utter deadpan, his amusement utterly dry:] ...I suppose that line is somewhat better than last year's "My name is Clover, guess what, you just got lucky." I did not realize our search for boys was extending all the way to the network tonight.

[Clover doesn't even have the grace to look embarrassed.] It's no fun if the guys we're talking to are already too drunk to walk.

I suppose that is correct. So now we are inviting two - or possibly more - boys to enjoy a seasonal repast tonight?

Or more. [Clover nods agreeably before her gaze flicks back to the camera, suddenly sly. She holds up the clover again.] How about a little incentive? The first person who can tell me what this stands for gets free drinks for the rest of the night.

With pick-up attempts like that, it is a wonder you do not have a boyfriend. [Snake addresses the NV now:] We are at the establishment called... Nibbleheim. [It seems he can hardly believe he just said such an undignified name.] Please join us for drinks and conversation. And possibly dancing. I promise we are excellent and entertaining company. [Snake is reluctantly amused.]

game_over

Why does everyone I bump into keep telling me I'm "festive"?!

[Says the man with completely green skin and hair.]

replicamodel

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[Someone's got is NV stuck in text mode for now, but eventually he hits the correct button to switch it over to the video functions]

Huh…? [A slightly confused huff and then a sigh.] Is this even working?

This… really isn’t what I was expecting. Maybe the fonbelt or something, but not a random city and this fontech. This is more Guy’s sort of thing, not mine. I’ll probably end up breaking it.

How am I supposed to keep my promise to everyone if I don't even really know where I am? If this isn't Auldrant then... what do I do now?

[Don't mind him, he's just sort of musing to himself.]