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Fess up.

[Whoever did it--since it's apparently widespread--will know what he's talking about. Not that it will slow him down; he just has to remember to adjust for an altered center of balance. But it is annoying, and if a dispel won't get rid of it and he can't see the source, he's going to have to interrogate the caster.]

tea_lover64

[The feed opens to a video, early morning, out in a courtyard. Iroh is standing outside this building, within full view. He has purposely made it as close to home as possible, with a few modern conveniences within, as well of course the necessary Darkness proofing.]

For those of you who might know me, my tea shop has been completed. It is known as the Jasmine Dragon, as it was at home. It will be officially opened for business next week. The grand opening is on Sunday. I have endeavoured to have a wide variety of tea, which is available both for consumption and purchase.

[He inclines his head]

There are positions available for those seeking employment at such a place, feel free to contact me. There are a variety of positions available, the most prominent being servers and hosts, though there are also cook positions available for the small menu of food we do have. Thank you for your time.

Current Mood: accomplished

towerlocked

I was told that "movies" are very similar to the theatre. How do I find these "movies" and how do I watch them?

uncertainty

Uhh...

[ This video thing is so weird. Tavros isn't used to it. So much so that he's not looking at the camera when he talks, instead fixing his gaze directly at the screen. He pauses before continuing to fuss with his (now poorly styled) mohawk and rub the palms of his hands at the bags under his eyes. He looks kind of terrible, then again, a lot of people currently do. ]

I guess now, a lot of people are getting, really sick. And, I, uhh, hope that you're doing well. [ He swipes a hand over his forehead, letting his hands flop back onto his lap. ] And not, getting sicker, as that would be a, step in the wrong direction, to my well wishes.

So, uhh...

[ And there's a loud crash in the background. ] Pupa, you were supposed to get something to eat for dinner!

[ Tavros winces and looks over his shoulder, hands dropping to the arms of his chair. ] I thought that it was, your night?

When I ask you to do something, you shouldn't sit around and mull it over. You should do it, Tavros. That's how friendship works! [ A slam. She gets louder with audible footsteps. ] Or that's how this whole thing is supposed to work. What are you even doing? [ Vriska puts her hand on the back of his chair, leaning over his shoulder to look in at the camera feed. ]
( cut for length! )

pouncing

:33 < *ac sneaks into the unfamiliar territory*
:33 < *she sniffs at the air and scrunches up her nose at all the new scents*
:33 < *and then without warning she pounces on her unsuspecting prey and pins them with her large paws!!!*
:33 < tell me what is
:33 < oops
:33 < *the definitely really truly formidable feline gets close to her preys face and asks what is going on???*
:33 < hnnnghh
:33 < okay
:33 < i am a little too purrplexed to continue this purroperly
:33 < s33 i am not supposed to be here
:33 < even though i dont know where i am i know im actually supposed to be fur fur away from here
:33 < so can anyone tell me why this is happening??
:(( < and maybe what happened to the rest of my furriends

vestalvogue

( cut for troll text )

( Locked to the Teen Titans )

( Quirkless version: )

plushrumpus

[Afternoon, Siren's Port. Today you're getting a shot from what appears to be the kitchen of the Strider apartment, with one eldest Strider front and center in his usual clothes, plus one Cookie Monster apron complete with giant googly eyes and Cal with his arms wrapped over his shoulders. Nothing all that ordinary.

Except for the part where Bro doesn't actually cook, as is probably evident by all the non-food preparation items littering the room. Meaning this can only end well.]

Sup to my fellow Port residents, and welcome to Cooking with the Striders, shitty title I made up just now pending. Today was going to be the day I unloaded some sickwicked 411 on how to make nothing but the illest of sheet cakes. Shit, who doesn't like that, right? Great for any occasion and delicious to boot. But if you're like me and have puppets for baking assistants, that don't always go so well. [Bro leans to the side and jerks his thumb over his shoulder, gesturing to a still-smoking, charred monstrosity in a cake pan on the table on the other side of the room.] Needless to say, the guy in charge of timers has since been demoted to oven mitt. [Shrug.] That's just how we fuckin' do in my kitchen.

[He then resumes his spot, blocking the view of the table, as well as the smoke detector on the wall above it with a throwing knife lodged in it for what are probably self-explanatory reasons.] Sorry to say, that footage has since been deemed as "inappropriate for broadcast," we're just gonna say fuck that and jump right to the fun part.

[Something in those words triggers several items to pop out of his sylladex, of which he swiftly catches. In one hand, rests a plain white store-bought cake. In the other, several colors of spray icing.]

Some may call this cheating. I just call it idiot-proof. [He then sets the cake down, pops the lid off, and sets to work spraying patterns all over the edges.] And by idiot-proof, I really mean puppet-proof. No offense, Lil' Cal. [Bro turns his head and briefly offers a grin to where the puppet in question looks like he's peering over his other shoulder.] It's cool, he knows it ain't personal.

[Once the cake looks sufficiently scribbled-on from this angle, he then turns to the center of it, of which has left blank.] Now if you wanna personalize it further and write something out, you gotta keep a real steady hand so it don't look like shit. Trust me, lettering is a bitch. [Which, surprisingly or not, he's actually pretty good at doing. Yay for excellent fine motor skills.]

Now, last step in my case is to get my crown- [Bro sets down his icing and reaches off screen for a moment to grab what appears to be an ornate plastic gold crown that he himself has customized with stick-on rainbow rhinestones spelling out "DOUCHE" in big capital letters. His expression is straight through and through as he sets it over his trademark grey cap, where it sits surprisingly well.] By the way, today's show is dedicated to my lil' bro. I mean, I kinda wanted it to be a surprise for when he gets home from his date, but what the hell, right?

[He lifts and tilts the cake up for his viewers to see, finally, now covered in multi-colored flowers and squiggles and hearts. In the middle is playful script reading the following:]

Not like it fuckin' matters, but hey, this probably means my future nieces and nephews are gonna be at least twenty-five percent more anime if the dog girl thing is hereditary. So this is for you, Dave. For real, I'm proud of you. She's a keeper.

prankmaster

wow, uh, i think i'm really lost!
i don't even really remember how i got here.
this isn't another weird dream bubble, right?
i feel like we've encountered so many of those lately.
not that they're bad, but sometimes they just don't make any sense.
like right now.
i probably should wake up soon though.
i need to make sure jade hasn't eaten poor jaspersprite.

[ ooc. feel free to let me know if you don't want john's coloured text here! ]

circumsutus

[The camera focuses on five little patchwork mice in a cage. It remains focused on them as Stein tries to pick up a little extra cash.]

Pet mice for sale to a good home. Friendly, healthy, and neutered. Five dollars each.

manipuleights

Wow, what the hell was that? Right from one daymare to the next.
Just when I was getting all fired up, too!
Don't think this gets you off the hook, Pupa. You totally agreed to do this with me! We're not taking any 8ackseats to anyone!!!!!!!!
And what happened to that orange guy, anyway?
I haven't seen him in a while and it's kind of REALLY worrying...
8ut I'm tired of getting jerked around, here! I'm getting pushed to the side and this used to 8e my show. MY call!
I'm sick of 8eing dead and 8ored and totally useless and una8le to influence anything!
...Come on, I must 8e talking to someone.
Why else would I have found this cool-looking computer?
Helloooooooo?
I know this has to be SOMEONE'S dream 8u88le. A pretty 8oring one, too.

( TEXT TRANSLATION )

(( OOC; Vriska is back--reset and canon updated, so she has no idea she was here before! Also, as per usual, if you have trouble reading her font and/or quirk, just let me know and I will not tag you with it.))

rehashes

[ greetings, siren's port. Dave appears on camera via the extendable arm on his iShades, and he does not look—well, okay, he's as expressionless as always, eyes hidden behind red glasses and his lips pursed into a thin line. his attire is different this time, though; there's a rather snug red hood pulled up over his head, attached to a rather medieval looking set of time pajamas. ]

Canada again? Seriously? The fuck did I do to get cursed with this. It wasn't bad enough to stick me on a meteor flying through space at a rate of a million goddamnits per minute and force one of its shittiest inhabitants to be obsessed with never leaving me alone, but then to top it all off I go to sleep and wake back up in Canada. The only way I can tell it's not a dreambubble is by virtue of nothing I could witness in my sleep being quite as shitty as this place.

[ he says that, but there's not all that much conviction in his voice, honestly. in fact, for all intents and purposes, he's pretty quiet, more like blandly grumbling to himself than actually bitching at the camera.

there's probably a reason (or a few reasons, for that matter) for that. ]

What fucking day is it even? Or what year, christ. Last time I was here it was two-thousand-whatthefuck and I was magically older than all my friends because Canada and time are about as close friends as Eminem and Shaggy 2 Dope. A—

[ but wait! what is that in the corner of the screen? whatever it is, it's approaching fast and Dave hardly has time to register it before it's leaping into the air and sprawling mid-jump and full-body crashing into him with a girlish shriek, sending the view of the camera whirling: the red of his outfit, the black of hers, a flash of white, then blue sky, sky, sky... and the pavement. which Dave's face hits hard at a rate of a millon goddamnits per minute.

CRUNCH.

off goes the feed. ]

crowsicle

( Non-IC cut for text quirk )

john rose get in here right now
if you do not present your asses here in this memo where i can see them i am going to seriously flip the fuck out
you will not have asses by the time i am done with you
your grandchildren will be born assless
i cant even
guys you better be here

jade disappeared and i cant find dave

scalemates

[ oh hey network, long time no troll! ]

( cut for trolltext and the destruction of a completely innocent t-shirt )

manofthenorth

[ Eric appears, looking quite calm, though there's a rage behind his eyes that anyone watching carefully might see. He stands beside a window, looking out, and only the light from his desk table illuminates both him and the room. Heavy club music is heard in the background. This is his office, but it's utilitarian rather than gothic, in all but the huge throne like chair visible at the edge of the screen. ]

Good evening, Siren's Port. My name is Eric Northman.

Some of you who have spoken to me before know me as the manager of the Afterglow club Fangtasia. Most of you will know that I am a vampire, regardless of whether we've spoken before.

You would imagine, perhaps, that this would be a fact I would try to conceal, particularly considering recent circumstances, but the time for such secrets is past. Vampires in my world were recognised, and given the same rights as humans. I obey the law, and I pay my taxes, just like everyone else.

I am not here to change your minds about my kind, I doubt I can, but I am here to tell you how to defend yourself none the less, in some small hope that it might save some lives, and redeem us in some way. Defend yourself, not kill us. You have no more right to do that than I have to kill any one of you.

[ Eric steps toward the desk, and picks up a silver chain from just in front of the NV. He raises it a little higher, so that the light glints against it, and so it can be seen. It burns his skin violently where it touches him, a hissing steam, leaving red welts behind where he trickles it across his fingers. ]

Silver. A vampire, at least a vampire from my world, can be paralysed with silver, or at least driven off. Wear it close about your neck, or around your wrists.

[ He doesn't mention that vampires like himself or Godric would be difficult to beat with silver alone. Too old, too fast. It'd have to be a lot of silver. A lot. He dropped the chain without a word more, working his painful fingers. All that matters is the illusion of being a helpful member of society. ]

Better still, stay at home. A vampire cannot enter without invitation.

motioned

[A somewhat anxious face comes onto the network today, though she's trying to mask it. Before she addresses the network, Ahiru looks over her shoulder towards a figure behind her and begins to speak.]

It doesn't really matter if they know or not!

[In the background, Maya's voice is audible:]

Ahiru, it's your birthday! Of course they've got to know!

[With a sigh, she turns back to the NV, laughing nervously.]

Well, um, I'm fifteen today. But, I don't want presents or anything like that, so you don't have to get me any! I think being here and being able to meet all my friends is more important than anything like that. It's really weird to think that I'm spending another birthday here, but... I'm happy, too.

[She looks back at Maya, looking for confirmation that she can turn the feed off. Out of sight, the older girl gives her a cheerful thumbs up, and the post ends.]

[ooc: Blue is Ahiru and purple is Maya!]

hairdecs

[The video starts with the interior of a stately mansion!

Or what used to be one.

There's mud tracked in all kinds of places. Rugs have been flipped over. Pictures are tilted on the wall. There appear to be various cereal bits on the floor along with small plastic toys. A potted plant has been knocked over and its dirt joins the mud right around where what looks like a bright blue fruit drink has been spilled. The curtains are all tangled up in themselves, and someone has drawn pictures of robots on the glass with what must be more mud.

Suddenly, Finnian pops into the frame, a huge smile on his face. His very muddy face. His clothes are a hodgepodge of various stains, making it quite obvious whose handiwork this all is.]

Hey everybody! Is this a good mess?

brigadeleader

[Words scroll over the screen (she's actually just rebroadcasting them from the network:]

"Nulls and Norms, a newly released pen & dice tabletop gaming system, has sold over 1000 copies this week." "Can you take the challenge and survive...without powers?!"

[Then the camera snaps to Haruhi, against a rather poorly-fitting CGI green screen background of indistinct monsters and dragons and swords. There are, however, realistic-looking "potion" concoctions, grabbed from Gearheads, that are bubbling and simmering away.]

Now, role-playing games can be educational explorations of alternate situations, and everything. More importantly, they can potentially lend spice to life, especially around here, when you could roleplay someone a lot more convincingly than if you were in a boring normal world and you had to just pretend you're someone else and say or write out all their actions.

Which makes this game all the more ridiculous, right, Siren's Port? Who wants to play a game where you have less interesting things that you can do than in real life?

[She points straight at the camera.]

That's why I'm going to be running a Mega Expansion Pack session of Nulls and Norms in the next month. Because we need to have this kind of event done properly, it'll take some preparation time. Which gives all of you out there time to prepare yourself a character for the game! Got that, everyone? Get ready for a super SOS adventure! Send your applications in here!

[A slight pause while she wonders whether to address the other notable current event.]

...And forget about all the stupid Valentine's Day stuff. That holiday is best done as a social guide like it is in Japan than as an occasion for all the mental illness love crap. It's okay to make chocolate and stuff, but all the romantic dinners and stuff... That's purposeless. Use that time to get ready for this instead!

All right, you can go back to your humdrum daily life now!

brat_from_hell

[Phibrizzo looks mildly grumpy. He's rapidly reaching the conclusion that he dislikes human holidays - except for Halloween. Halloween is acceptable. This holiday that focuses on love and romance? That's not. Of course, it doesn't help that he's not only not capable of those emotions, but that being in the presence of them makes him feel nauesous. Still, he has to maintain his innocent act. Fortunately, he's noticed that some boys who are as young as he appears to be don't think much more highly of this holiday than he does.]

What do people do when they don't celebrate Valentines' Day and don't want to be around people who do?

[He's going to make sure he's well away from the Uzushio Ryokan tomorrow. That much is certain. But he is open to suggestions.]

I want to get away from all this...

[He tries to remember the exact wording he heard other children using for a second before it comes to him.]

...mushy stuff.

scalemates

[ so there's a little bit of fussing once the feed starts up; the camera is full of sharp, shark-like teeth before terezi finally backs up and pushes her red glasses up her snout. and she is not alone on the feed! off to her left, aradia can be seen. ]

So this is a message that goes out to all you humans out there with "birthdays"! You would all be wise to listen up because this is pretty important.

[aradia shows a smile, though excitement is clearly radiating from her as her eyes twinkle and her smile widens with words.]

With these "birthdays" it's been said depending on where it lands on that you are a specific Zodiac sign! That's the reason we're here to talk to you, since it appears these Zodiac signs have come from us.

Yeah, see!

[ terezi holds up a black shirt with a teal libra sign, as though it was proof to her claims. no one tell her she's off-center, shhh. ]

See, we trolls are given a sign when we're hatched. Mine is apparently something you guys call "Libra". Aradia here is "Aries".

[a light tap on the other troll's arm goes to gesture terezi to lower the shirt (she does, after giving aradia a look), so aradia can show her own black shirt with a dark red aries sign on it. these clothing stores have some zodiac shirts quite in stock. she lowers it shortly after showing it.]

Which as you can see from both of these. We can't exactly explain as to why that is, other than the conclusion we've come across that on making a new Universe our signs were passed on over. Signs that each of you have connected to your "birthdays" for many reasons including those horoscopes you put up in the newspaper.

Which is weird... What's the deal with those horoscopes?

[ >:? A SHRUG. ]

Anyway we wanna know what zodiac signs you guys are! We've got a lot of trolls here now, almost all twelve!

Maybe they'll be able to enlighten us on that.

[from what she's read though it sounds really silly 0u0 no that's stupid]

Like us they each represent a sign as well, so do feel free to tell us! Maybe you'll be able to find it as equally interesting.

And then we can tell you what troll you belong to. ... Oh but if you're—

[ a pause and terezi licks the screen of aradia's nv device ]

...an Aquarius... Hehehehe! Sorry in adva~nce.

( ooc | terezi and aradia!! both canon and non-canon birthdays count. pretty much all the trolls -- and some kids! -- will be tagging around, threadjacking and whatnot, with and without quirks. just let us know in the subject line if you'd like a reply without the quirk.

pile in and find your character's patrol troll! :D idea borrowed from the lovely people at

soul_campaign. )

wwelp

im fuckin dyin out here
not a the cold or cause i couldnt hold my owwn
thats not evven the beginnin a my problem
no
no wwhats krillin me here is loneliness
ivve been out here since forevver and not a single fuckin one a you havve bothered for so much as a howw are you eri
you holdin up alright
wwant a place to stay the day
do you need a hand in fightin those canadians for the greater good a evveryone eri
a course i dont but thats besides the point here
the point bein that if somethin other than my owwn loneliness was killin me it wwouldnt evven make a difference cause no one wwould knoww
cause its only me out here
evven jake left and i knoww wwe got along wwell enough
wwhatevver
figures this place is no different than anywwhere else
and here i wwas thinkin earth wwas supposed to be more hospitable or somethin

[ an ooc note: my apologies for any tags that might be coming days late; my net's been down and DW hasn't been loading. ]