August 20th, 2013

solo_patria: (sc 7: vaguely disgusted)
[personal profile] solo_patria
It appears to have been invited here, enough to leave us a message.

Is anyone else...

Please, inform me of how you are faring in the face of such?

[Filter: Javert That Fellow Over There:]

My fine and debt to you have now been paid with interest, left at the location specified. Thank you.
skybluejeep: (Evil)
[personal profile] skybluejeep
[Stiles appears on camera in his suite, and he's got an enormous, wicked smirk on his face. Giant, ethereal death-gods threatening the turtle? NBD, there's some other important stuff going on right now that really needs your attention.]

So. Sinbrilee is kinda cray. But I didn't go home without some fabulous parting gifts! I got a cool new dirk, which is a stupid name for a kickass weapon. AND. I found these kickass bracers. I haven't put 'em on yet, but they're so gonna be an integral part of my superhero costume I'm building.

[He holds up his prizes which look antique enough, yes, but there's something about those bracers.]

I also found a good stack of those little jelly gems, which I can confirm taste like the best, most quality gummy bears ever to exist. Like, imagine a full meal, really delicious, your favorite food...only delivered via the gummy medium. That's them. So if you still can, grab a bunch, save some grocery money.

[The video suddenly cuts out. But then continues, available to only one person on the network.]

40% encrypted to BATMAN. Yes, specifically Batman. )
bereavements: (s → so who's that)
[personal profile] bereavements
[ Surprisingly, Isaac Lahey is not alone when the network sees him. His friend, Scott McCall is there in a chair next to him. How fun, right? But, he’s not used to starting these things. He’s not a person who Skypes a lot. He only used the videochat that one time with Allison! How to start… He looks to Scott. Scott stares back at him until he realizes Isaac is waiting for him to start. ]

Dude, I thought you were starting… Anyway, hi. We need help. Real help.

[ That gets Scott a look. Isaac really should’ve started. Both he and Stiles fancy themselves comedians today. He looks back at the network. ]

Are there ingredients here in any sector for baking cookies? Flour. Dough. [ He looks to Scott. ] Is there milk involved?

[ Scott shrugs. These boys really have no clue. ] I don’t know, but we definitely need chocolate chips. Plain cookies suck. We’ll even share them with whoever helps us! [ At your own risk. If you die from food poisoning… sorry? ]

Oh, and we need a recipe. Step by step instructions. [ Isaac, that’s what a recipe is. ] Does anybody have a good one. An easy one? [ He looks to Scott. ] Do we need anything else?

A pretty apron for you to wear? [ Scott grins. ]

Or, two aprons. One with flowers. For Scott. And one for me. Oh, and thanks. [ You know. ] In advance.
glassesbrat: (S'up Goro.)
[personal profile] glassesbrat
[ Malicant is a stupid name. And yet one that no one seems to want to say for some superstitious fear that names have a certain power over people and saying its name would summon the damn thing to them. Nonsense of course but to keep people from jumping on his back about it he won't even start to say the name. ]

What was that thing? The enemy, clearly, but what kind of creature? It seems interested in the eggs so I was thinking maybe a snake?

If you have any helpful information regarding this place I'd be really grateful if you could share. And I already know we're on a turtle. That's irrelevant.

[ If not for the fact he spent most of his time with an unnamed fear hanging just over his head he might have been a little more nervous about that announcement but instead it only piqued his interest. ]
langsyne: (everything hurts & nothing is beautiful)
[personal profile] langsyne
[Good evening chelonauts, tonight you are being treated to the fine sight of one (1) bruised and somewhat bloody Ant-Man looking far more annoyed than he has looked his entire stay on this turtle. There are scrapes and cuts all over his face and his mouth is a thin line that is barely visible until he opens it to speak.]

Heads up: if any of you guys see a rooster that looks like it's been fused with a telephone box, do me a huge favor and run, not walk, in the opposite direction if you want to wake up tomorrow with still ten fingers. [He hasn't lost any of his own yet but it's only a matter of time.] I don't think there's another one of these Frankenchickens out there but just in case.

[There's long-suffering sigh and he's about to say more when he immediately gets drowned out by the rooster rattling around in its makeshift cage and crowing its little cybernetic head off. At the rate things are going, that cage ain't gonna hold it much longer and then fingers are actually going to be lost.

Scott turns and attempts to shush the rooster several times, but since the rooster listens to him about as well as everyone else does (which is to say not at all), he finally gives up and just ignores the damn thing, pinching his nose in exasperation.]


Anyone have any extra bandages? And maybe a flamethrower? You'll get paid back in chicken patties.
victoria_stay: (Default)
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[Victoria looks worried and bothered. Blame Malicant. She's had enough of horrid entities being terrible and really thought that life here would be different.

Apparently not.

She wants to be around people she knows right now. But not all of them at once. That'd be too much, even with as unsafe as she feels. Her friend Jack is having a hard day, so she doesn't want to bother him. Instead, she sends someone to him with a picture because she doesn't actually want to leave her suite.

After giving it some consideration, she settles upon one person. And anyway, she owes them tree drawing lessons.]


Dick, can you come over? I want to teach you trees.

[That's her excuse and she's sticking to it. Ignore the slight waver in her voice. It's not there.

Also, some day someone has to teach her how to filter things because this went to everyone.]
the_other_eight: (Pepper Potts - Thinking)
[personal profile] the_other_eight
[It feels really weird having to send a message to him instead of just telling him, but at the moment it's the best way to get hold of him. She's not dressed up or even trying to look professional though. Instead she's still a bit scuffed up from exploring and wearing the dirt stained cloths that she's been wearing. Her hair's down and she's stacking several books onto her desk.]

I think I may have found some people with a better grasp of how we got here. I also found something from home.

[She shows the tablet to the screen.]

Let me know when you get in and I'll bring it over.