Something to take the blues away [video]

[mightythinice]

[Ellie clicks on the console. While those who don't know her might think she looks like a normal 14 year old, those that do know her can tell she's trying to distract herself.

She rubs her nose as she ponders how to start this, before thinking that maybe she should even just cut the feed off. But, hell, she made it this far.

Her arm is bandaged up in a rough sling-- something she did herself.]

Sooo... I guess we can talk about what the fuck just happened, or we can talk about something better. Like, okay, I've had some of the kedan read to me?

Guys, guys. Their stories are fucking hilarious. I'm not even sure how someone gets engaged 12 times on accident, but there's a story for that.

And there's a story about the guy who had a huge case of mistaken identity, and owed a stupid amount of debt because someone pretended to be him when gambling.

... And a huge amount of these end up being romance stories.

Don't even fucking ask me.

[she shrugs and offers a little grin]

I asked if there was any stuff about someone pissing off a monster, or going to outer space, but nope. Nothing. Nada.

How fucking weird is that?

04 ★ Video

[parallels]

[Clara's badly bruised face appears on the network. There's a nasty cut on her forehead and her left arm is wrapped and bandaged in a cast. She does her best to sound upbeat, but like everyone else, the events in the bottle are weighing heavily on her, both mentally and physically.]

So. Not going to talk about the bottle. Getting into something deep and philosophical here. Very serious. Very important.

[She tries to crack a grin but it comes off like a bit of a wince.]

We all know that time is stopped back home once we arrive on the Turtle, right? So even though we're gone, no one is missing us and we're not missing anything.

Except it does feel a bit like I'm missing everything, sometimes. Time is paused back home, but it's still passing for us here, the sun rises, months go by, the seasons change. Days pass and those days, back home, would have been a birthday or an anniversary or a holiday. Important traditions that I'm cut off from. Can't imagine I'm the only one feeling that way.

But I think I've found something that might make it better.

[She reaches down and pulls out what look like funny little hot air balloons made out of paper. There are more in the background of various colors]

A kedan shop owner showed these to me. They're called sky lanterns and they're like little hot air balloons. You light the candle and they fly in the air. He sold me a few and taught me how to make them myself so I can make them in all sorts of colors. He said you can write messages on them before you send them off in the sky. Messages to people you're missing. Or write down your worries and let them float away.

Thought it might be nice to get some of those things off our chests, reach out to people back at home or those who've left here. If you'd like to learn how to make them, I can teach you. It's surprisingly simple once you get the hang of it. Or if you don't fancy yourself crafty with paper, I can tell you the name of the shop. Then we could set a date to let them go at the edge of the turtle.

[She shrugs.]

I've been enjoying the distraction and I wouldn't mind some company to wallow in the homesickness with.

((ooc; I am so sorry for the delay everyone. I've been really sick and dealing with RL issues.))

14M14 [VIDEO]

[lostundercover]

[Costigan runs a hand through his hair, looking at some paperwork on his desk. Then he looks up at the console, clearly distracted.]

For those unfamiliar, Catty Turner and Vanessa Cleveland started an Outreach Program to try to combat the spread of the drug Dust. With the two of them leaving, I, uh.. I'm funding it. It's going to be a Rehab Center, for any kind of addiction, stress relief, anything. Kedan or foreigner.

We need more people. If you're willing to do some kind of.. therapy b- [He cuts himself off before he calls it bullshit.] -business or- or relaxation, training, I don't know. [An exasperated sigh.] You know what I mean.

If you want help of any kind- you have an addiction or want to talk to someone, let me know. I don't fuck around with confidentiality. You want to be involved, wanting help or giving it, you don't fuckin' share what happens and neither will I.

It's Billy Costigan, by the way.

[ooc: Anyone interested in their character being involved in ANY way, please check out this post for more details.]

[Encrypted 97% to Jim Kirk & Emma Frost - separately]
Their files say you were involved in this place. I'd appreciate if you would stick around, but you'll have to tell me what you do and tell me if confidentiality is going to be a problem for you.

[Encrypted 97% to Dick Grayson]
You serious about managing this place?

001 - Video - settling in, reaching out

[ruinsprofessor]

[The woman’s white hair is a shaggy mess, still slightly damp; her expression is pensive, even calm considering the sudden change in locale and the heavy infodump regarding the current situation. Well, it’s not like other worlds are entirely a new idea to her, anyway.] 

My name is Raine Sage. I'm newly arrived here, perhaps obviously. I suppose I should start by saying that I’m skilled with healing artes, and if anyone here has need of such things, you should seek me out. Yes, even if it’s in the middle of the night. [The ghost of a rueful smile. What can you do? Teenagers especially don’t care to be convenient about when they get injured.] As I understand it, danger is becoming more and more prominent, and sleep is easier to reclaim than life. 

On that note, from what I've heard so far, the scope of the problem currently facing this world seems astronomical, to say the least. I’m not yet sure where to start, but I intend to render my assistance in any way possible. [An invitation, perhaps, to suggest applications for her intellect. They just fixed their world. The too-well-named evil here will simply have to be stopped before it can follow anyone home. She’ll stake her life for that.]

And, of course, if there's anyone out there who traveled with us, or knew of the Chosen, Colette, I would welcome a familiar face. [The fate of the known universe aside, it’s hard to be by yourself when you’ve become accustomed to company. A heavy exhalation.]

[Then, a complete aside, half to herself:] ...now, what was it I heard them saying about ruins... 

[She may have to be dissuaded from mounting a full-scale expedition.]