March 26th, 2012

bootsweremadeforcasting: ({It Can't H u r t You})
[personal profile] bootsweremadeforcasting
[There were, at times, points where Jade realized normal was a very fluid concept to his life. Specifically just based on what happened to him on a day to day basis or as a whole. From how he'd been in his younger years to who he was now, his life was generally never boring; good for a man who had bad hobbies when left to his own devices. Regardless, as Jade found himself waking up from a nap he hadn't meant to take, he was confused as to his surroundings.

Tataroo Valley was simply not this way. And it'd been night when he was there. At least, that was the last he remembered. It was daytime now and he was laying in a field, feeling sore and exhausted. He shifted numbly to a sitting position and took a look around the area. It was... disconcerting, at best. He couldn't bring to mind a place like it; at least none that he'd visited on Auldrant. The ground was uneven and a bit treacherous, and the two infrastructures on either side were odd, specifically the one on the right. He frowned, feeling uneasy the more and more he looked around. At least the signs were semi-helpful, but not enough in Jade's eyes.]


This does not look to be in my favor.

[Assessing the initial situation, Jade stood and dusted himself off. This loosed a small item from his pocket. Examining it, Jade supposed if it was on him, it was either his or not dangerous. At least, for now. Flipping it open, Jade looked at it and pressed a few buttons on it. Guy would adore the little machine but Jade found himself confused by it. Anyone looking on would see a tall, slightly ruffled man holding the device about a foot away from his face, examining it. Clicking a button, the feed flips on and Jade stares at it a moment as it recorded his face. Seeming to get the gist of the item, Jade decided if anything, he'd just look a little silly talking at it. What was the worst that could happen?]

This is Colonel Jade Curtiss. If anyone would be willing to assist me, I seem to have been inconvenienced by an unexpected trip. Is there anyone who knows the area and whether or not it is under Kimlascan or Malkuthian control? Thank you.

[Now he played the waiting game.]

((OOC: Sorry for the late introduction! Laptop is back and tagging is going smoothly! Open to all either in person or over the NV))
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Monday, March 26th 2012

Weather Partly cloudy, drizzling rain expected in the late afternoon. High 9°C and a low of 5°C (48deg;F/41°F)

Current Moon Phase: Waxing Crescent

Morning sirens go off at 7:03am, and evening sirens are at 7:32pm


News & Advertisements

- It may be two weeks late for the Ides of March, but friends, countrymen, lend us your ears! Don’t miss this spectacular historical drama, following of the rise and fall of the world’s greatest empire. Rome! The Musical Opens for previews at the Felton Stage this weekend. Tickets are $50 Matinees, $65 Evening Performances. 10% discounts for Underground Mall Clubs Association card carriers. Group rates also availible, ask at the box office.

- Live Art! Watch famous sculptor Gregor Spade shape piles of recycled metal into works of art at Versaid Lake Park. Twisting huge steel beams with his bare hands, his strength, skill, and eye for evocative abstract forms will amaze and inspire you. Pushed into heavy industry for his talents with metal manipulation, his passion for sculpting was a hidden talent until his shift manager noticed how he was playing with raw materials in his spare time while on a work crew project for Afterglow Construction. Free and open to the public, viewing starts at 1pm and continues until 6pm.

- Siren’s Port Poet’s Society is celebrating the birthday of Robert Frost with a group reading at the Main Branch Library courtyard in Sector 3.
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[ News Notification Thread]
summing_it_up: (Hiccup: What is his face)
[personal profile] summing_it_up
–Oh, come on...

[The feed flickers, slightly tilted at an angle. Hiccup is standing yards away from in profile from wherever it's recording...

...in the middle of an area that looks dedicated to rocks and rubble of all shapes and sizes. But he's a little preoccupied.]


Good job, Hiccup. You just had to go cut through this way, trip, and lose your rock among all of the others conveniently gathered here. I mean, who leaves piles of rock around anyway?? That doesn't even make sense in the middle of a...a city!

Or maybe it does, depending on what's being done with these buildings– but that's not the point!

[As his hands are thrown up into the air, the feed clearly shows that 1) he has an apple in one hand and B) he has a black eye. Hiccup sighs heavily, smacking a hand against his head in tired frustration. And of course he uses the hand that holds the apple. He winces.]

...No. I can find it. I will! Time willing.

[Unfortunately for him, the rock NV's video function decides to work like a one-way mirror. This will be fun for him.]
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[personal profile] mostbeautiful
[Dorian's smile once again brightens the network screen.]

Hello everyone,

I trust the day finds you well. Something in the news got my attention. I heard there was to be a poetry reading. I'm quite fond of poetry, myself.

Would anyone like to accompany me, as an escort?

[text]

March 26th, 2012 06:10 pm
mediumdrip: (with Santana;  not unusal)
[personal profile] mediumdrip
Has anyone seen Santana Lopez recently?

[He includes a group picture from New Years, Rachel, Kurt and Santana sitting on the couch in what used to be his and Kurt's apartment.] She's the one on the right.
readmyscripture: (HALT.)
[personal profile] readmyscripture
Log 1; Private )

[He stops typing immediately, and the feed switches over to video. His face can be seen pressing close, and then he starts screaming.]

I'm onto you, Royce! You sick father-fucking dog-semen-guzzling son of a burst testicle--

[A scandalized gasp can be heard, and Spider wheels on a nearby woman. He drops the NV and gets in her face. And, er, everyone else's. He's basically running around and screaming at everyone, getting right up in their faces and seizing them alternately by the collars.]

Answers, goddamnit! Which one of you is it? Is it you? You look as though you sprayed yourself in the face with your own syphilis-crusted spunk, you fucking invalid-- Or how about you--?!

[And the feed cuts out.]


[ooc; This is back-dated to earlier in the day, and is open to action-spamming or whatever! :D]
recidivus: (Are pieces of a dream)
[personal profile] recidivus
What sort've... powers, do people have? Does everyone have somethin'? Is it just the newcomers? [There is relevance to these questions. But whether she'll tell you, is up for debate.]

Private to Castmates, including Torchwood )

Private to Amy Pond )

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