August 25th, 2013

myownhand: (➛ THEY WERE RIGHT HERE BRO)
[personal profile] myownhand
[There’s a finger tapping at the screen a bit, then a soft laugh of victory]

Haha, knew I could get it t’work.

[A blur of red as the figure of Merida comes into view. Seems like the princess has been figuring how to work this thing for most of the morning—and been watching the various other videos and messages zipping by all day.]

I suppose I should introduce myself. I am Merida, first born descendant of clan DunBroch. [There's a hitch of pride in her shoulders, it doesn't matter where, when, or WHY she is anywhere-- she will always wear her name with pride.] I guess y'could say I'm new here, though th'-- kedan, as they were, were very helpful in explainin' most everythin'. That we’re all stuck here, no way out, etcetera, etcetera.

[Then the camera switches directions and you’ll notice it firmly pointed at a toilet.]

But what is this—and why is it in th’bathroom?

[…They don’t exactly have indoor plumbing in DunBroch. Or porcelain toilets. The kedan told her about it, that doesn't mean she recognizes it quite yet.

But wait! There's MORE.
]

Also, what is this I hear about a celebration goin' on? I haven't really found my way around yet.
wrathfulkhan: (With fire and blood // chatvert)
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[Here, turtlefolk, have a teenage boy who is still a little bit zonked from landing on his ass in the palace. There is a Chinese dragon on his shirt, if anyone's at all interested in dragons. From what can be seen, his suite looks like it's in mild disarray; he got angry enough to break a couple things once he was alone and did not do such a good job cleaning it up from the camera's view. He looks mildly upset.]

I-- I don't understand why I'm here, I--

They gave me this place, they told me I have to work...I'm not really trapped, am I? I can't be. This doesn't make sense.

[He stops talking half-to himself and focuses his attention on the camera again.]

I guess I have to work under the assumption that this is all real, until proven otherwise. Even if I'm still not entirely sure what's going on.

Anyone care to enlighten me? The...kedan...weren't all that helpful.
dashesanddots: (i bear an invitation from the queen)
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[The visage of a man comes onto the screen. He is unfamiliar but fascinated by the technology of the computer terminals. However, that is not the pressing topic at hand. ]

Greetings. My name is Robert Lutece and I arrived here yesterday with my sister Rosalind. She and I are both scientists and will be converting her suite into a laboratory, therefore we have no need for the furniture in her residence. We will be offering it to whoever is interested.

[He sits and waits in front of the computer terminal, looking rather calm with his eyebrows slightly raised. They just sit that way naturally, default expression that gives a general appearance of being constantly unamused.

It's her turn to talk now. Though this would be a little easier if they were reporting from the same terminal.]
grayatonement: (- hrg strut)
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[Sylar turns on the console. Before the screen is a man who looks nothing like Sylar himself. Instead, he sits in a full suit with horn-rimmed glasses adorning his very Jack Coleman-like appearance. When he addresses the camera, it's confident, professional, and direct.]

My name is Noah Bennet. I'm an Agent in a very specialized division of Homeland Security within the United States Government.

If anyone here knows anything about.. potentially extraordinary individuals, or works with the U.S. government, I'd like to speak to you.

Thank you.
passively: (unemotionally (take the flower).)
[personal profile] passively
[The face that appears on the screen tonight is young, no more than twelve or thirteen years old, and incredibly calm as the boy pauses to look into the camera, wondering if it's actually working. He smoothes the fabric of his shirt once before raising his hand to his chest and leaning forward in a small, polite bow.]

Good evening. It looks like I'll be spending a longer time in this world than I thought when I first woke up here, so tonight I would like to introduce myself as well as ask a question, to anybody who may be watching.

My name is Ricardo Russo, and I've been giving a housing in the "Woods" sector of the city according to the per-- kedan who brought me here. If we're neighbors, I hope that we may get along, and if it is not any trouble, that I could be given some advice on the dos and don'ts of living in Tu Vishan. I'm afraid it's my first time living on my own, so I'm not very sure how to go about it now that I've been thrown in this situation so suddenly.

[Here, Ricardo pauses, his definitely unworried expression changing to show a little bit of concern and he touches his chin in a thoughtful manner, then continues.]

Also, if anybody knows of a man who calls himself Christopher and has sharp teeth like a shark's, I would like to know of his whereabouts. He's a friend of mine. I'm sure, if he is here and knows how to view these posts, he'll come find me on his own, but he'd probably like it if he knew I was looking for him, too.

... That is all. Thank you, and I hope we can all get along without trouble.