June 1st, 2013

everylittlegirl: (loitering)
[personal profile] everylittlegirl
No one said anything about mind control in the introduction.

[She sounds a little freaked out by the whole thing. Truth is, she had a taser that worked wonders for her minimal, board-up-in-her-room method of coping. After a beat, she runs a hand along the back of her neck and then looks something akin to bored.]

So, now that we're all one big happy family again, Bruce and I were talking about trying to open up a school for those of us here who are kind of younger and still want to learn. I mean, we'd still work too, obviously, but it could be kind of fun, you know?

I guess we need like, a place- a classroom or something, people willing to teach, and someone to help encourage kids to actually show up. I'll be there, but I'm not going to go around telling people why they should learn. I don't really.. I'm not great at convincing people of things.

What do you guys think?

[basic 10% encryption to Clark Kent]
I was thinking maybe you and Lois could help teach? You're both really cool people and it would help to have an adult who really takes it seriously to help out.

[10% encryption to Bruce Banner]
Hey, you're good with computers.

[10% encryption to Tony Stark]
You run a lab, right? I heard you might need assistants or something.
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[personal profile] heartofgraces
[The network turns on to...a cyan shirt, as Asbel is still standing up to look at his device.]

Wait, that's not...oh, right. [He sits down into view after a moment, and breathes out; this is a bit harder than just talking to people in person.]

Hello, I had a question they didn't really cover when I got here...well, they kind of did, but...Well, I was hoping there was a way to send some kind of note home. Just so...they know I'm okay.

[He stops, and seems to realize what he said sounds kind of dumb, given his fluster.] I mean, I know they said time stopped at home, but I'd feel better if I knew for sure they wouldn't be worried about me until there's some way to get back!

If it's not possible, I understand, but I'd still like to try and find a way. Honestly, this feels so surreal I'm not really sure I understood it, but...Oh, nevermind. [He looks briefly deflated, before straightening up with a more determined look on his face.]

Also, I wanted to ask if there was anyone who was looking for help. Not about jobs, I mean, it seems like things are tense right now and I'd like to help out wherever I can.

Oh, my name is Asbel Lhant, by the way. Thanks for listening, even if you don't have any answers. [He hestitates for a moment, before reaching over to turn off the video. ]
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[personal profile] backwordscompatible
[The first thing to note is that Zatanna's latest appearance on the Network isn't coming from her usual address; it was coming from Kyle's. In fact, a second glimpse at the video itself made it pretty obvious that she wasn't in her suite. The layout was very distinctly Fire District residence, and the room she currently resided in looked...lived-in. Very lived-in.]

[Despite all this--and the faint circles beneath her eyes betraying her fatigue--there is a mischievous gleam in her eye and a smirk tugging at her lips as she addresses her audience in her usual playful manner.]

I think I'm being held hostage.

Send help.

Or at least a can of Febreze.

[She's exaggerating. Slightly.]
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[personal profile] epigrammatical

[So this happened. Sabriel's efforts spared Lord Henry the worst and kept him alive, but he was feverish and unwell for days after the possession incident, and only now has he recovered enough to actually communicate with anyone. In all of these posts, he's making a valiant effort to sound as insouciant as ever, but he's clearly tired, in some pain, and very bored. (Also, vain, as he's only using audio; he can't quite bring himself to look like death warmed over, even to his friends.)]

[AUDIO, private to his friends. Including but not necessarily limited to: Dorian, Bryn, Alcuin, Steve, Jack, Grantaire, Arthur, and Sabriel; if you've got friendly CR with Harry, feel free to assume that you have been included on this filter.]

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[AUDIO, private to his black-market network. Including: Arthur, and anyone who said they'd lend a hand before]

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[AUDIO, private to Sabriel.]

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[AUDIO, private to Dorian Gray. There's a silence before the message begins.]

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[personal profile] dustonmyfeet
[The girl on the screen is tiny, likely barely more than 12. Her arms are folded across her chest, and her eyes, pale, seem to glare at the screen.]

[. . . Kind of. There’s also something a little off about that glare. It doesn’t quite seem to focus like a glare should.]


Okay, so whose bright idea was it to put dirt on some of the turtle shell, but not all of it? If you’re going to put dirt on a turtle in the first place, you should at least not be stupid about it and finish it off.

Also, what kind of turtle are we talking about here? Is this a turtle-duck, or a lion-turtle, or what? I tried to ask one of those kedan guys, but they wouldn’t tell me.

[A small smirk, highly self-satisfied.]

Guess they were still sore.

[She shrugs.] Anyway, name’s Toph for anyone who cares. You’ll learn it soon enough.