tushanshu | Entries tagged with thread: klaus von reinherz

Hello again. Guess who just got a start-up loan to re-open the Jasmine Dragon Tea House. The old shop front is even vacant!

I've spoken to a few of you about job openings. The Grand Opening will be in two weeks, but before that, I'll need some employees to help clean and set up furniture. Maybe do some repair work. Just let me know.

edgeoftheknife

[Yes, it's really arse-o'clock in the morning when this post hits the network. The background of the video is a console cafe out in the city, one of the ones that doesn't close until the wee hours of the morning. Erskine looks gorgeous as usual, although his suit is a bit rumpled and his hair is not quite sitting right, and there are dark circles under his eyes.

Still, he's smiling, with his chin in his hand as he peers at the camera.]

All right, Keeliai. What's the usual way to celebrate a Turtle anniversary? It seems to me I showed up in the Hotel around this time last year, although... the date's a bit fuzzy. I think it's been a year, though.

So how should I celebrate? Do I get gifts? I'm willing to accept silly ties and/or coffee mugs. I don't golf, though. No golfing... things.

[He frowns]

Is golf even a thing, on the Turtle? Football? Cricket?

[Someone has lost his train of thought.]

highprofilerichkid

((In response to all this nonsense.))

Yes. Milyn's alive. We faked her death so nobody would get it into their head to try again. Maybe it wasn't the best thing to do, but we didn't have much time to make a decision. I'm sorry we lied to all of you.

And before anyone asks, no, we're not handing her over to anyone for any of her proven or unproven crimes. Keeliai has the right to decide if she's guilty or not and what her punishment should be, but it'll be when there's a real representative government and a real judicial system in place, and when we've figured out what the hell is going on. Not before then. Because right now, the city is basically being run by the guy who probably tried to have her assassinated. I'm not handing her over to anything less than a fair trial. That's not up for negotiation. If you've got a problem with that, you can bring it to me.

[He may not have liked this plan, but he went along with it, and it's his responsibility to own it.]

Also, if anyone's thinking of going after her again...

[There's an odd emphasis on "anyone" - Tony knows the Foreigners probably aren't the only ones listening in.]

Don't bother.

[Cold, hard, final. The message is clear: Milyn is protected.]

( Read more... )

ironrule

[Yes, you read that right. An NPC has gotten hold of a radio handset, and is broadcasting a message to the Foreigners -- and hopefully only the Foreigners.

Specifically, for anyone in a position to recognise her voice, it's Meisheng, Yunxu's former right-hand who vanished after Milyn's death two months ago. She sounds harried and rushed, but otherwise confident and unafraid.]

Yunxu ordered the hit. Milyn poisoned Shudder. They've both done unconscionable things aside from that, and I've been -- well, keeping quiet for much too long.

[There's a pause.]

I can't for the life of me understand why anyone thought he was innocent.

[And another pause.]

I have twenty minutes. If you want to know more, I'll tell you all I can.

omnivident

So, does anyone else find the never-ending winter annoying or is that just me?

[ Yes, he is kind of fed up with the constant cold, sleet, and snow. It's May for Pete's sake. ]

Ahem, besides that...[ a momentary pause-- he really doesn't want to be considered crazy for what he's about to say. ] did anyone else get visited by a small child that didn't say anything?

Private to Klaus

Sir, are you, uh, busy right now?

inquisitor_lavellan

[the camera cuts on to Alleyana staring at everyone dead center]

[and she continues to stare]

[and stare]

This is bullshit.

[whelp]

If any of my people are here, come find me. If anyone from my world is here who wasn't one of my people, come find me. Especially if you've got a problem with me.

[Alley tilts her head to one side, her scarred upper lip curling in a half-sneer, half-smirk; it's all challenge]

I could use a fight.

[she reaches forward with her one existing hand, as though to cut the feed]

yoyoparkour

[Alright, she's got this, she can totally do this. Not for the first time, Marinette is incredibly glad people talk to each other here through things that she cannot hope to drop. Because if it was something like her phone?

Yeah, she would have dropped it by now. As it is, she's smiling brightly into the screen as she waves.]

Hello! My name is Marinette and I just got here!

[Yes thank you Marinette that is very helpful.]

Oh. That's probably obvious. Well, it's true! And I can sort everything out on my own, but- well, I don't have much money yet. I was wondering, where is somewhere I can go that has inexpensive foods? I'm not picky, but if there are cookies that would be wonderful.

[Gotta feed that kwami, after all.]

Thank you!

skeletonenigma

[Skulduggery's at the Hotel console, looking exactly the same as he did when he went missing a month ago. He's impeccably dressed in a suit, hat, scarf, and coat - and also happens to be a living skeleton, for those new to the turtle. 'Back from the dead' has new and interesting connotations where he's concerned.

It's April 1st. It's a little past dinnertime. Skulduggery takes a moment or two, once the video turns on, before he speaks. He sounds the same as ever, too - Irish, his voice as smooth as velvet.]

I promise, I don't do this on purpose.

[That's directed at... a lot of people, actually. Pepper. Solomon. Cain. Raine. Anton. Erskine. Honestly, anyone who's not so much relieved at his return than annoyed.]

It looks like I missed quite a bit. Someone died, someone didn't die, everyone's blaming everyone else, and now we have a person or persons unknown trying to assassinate every prominent kedan in the city. On top of that, I heard something about an earthquake and power outages. Does anyone know more than the barest details about any of this? And if they do, would they be willing to share it?

[He reaches out to end the feed, then pauses.]

Oh, and why is all the furniture on the ceiling?

[OOC: Feel free to approach Skulduggery in person at the console if you're in the Hotel!]

edgeoftheknife

[Bright and early on the morning of the first, the Midnight Hotel's janitor appears on the network. For those who haven't met him yet, Erskine could best be described as beautiful (albeit in a manly sort of way) and when he speaks he's very obviously Irish. More interestingly, perhaps, is the fact that when he appears on screen he's upside down. And floating in mid-air. He looks... mildly exasperated.]

Well then. Just when you think you've seen everything, you go and wake up on the bloody ceiling.

[Yep, that's an exasperated sigh right there.]

Heads up--or down, as the case may be--that the gravity's gone a bit pear-shaped in the Hotel. By which I mean everything and everyone is upside down. Because turning people into fluffy white bunny rabbits and making them all spout the truth just wasn't enough, right?

[He pauses and eyes the ceiling--which is down, for him--suspiciously.]

Unless this is all in my head. Which would make some degree of sense, I suppose, but I think I prefer the other explanation. The one that makes me not crazy. Or less crazy. I'll take less crazy, at this point.

[[ooc: APRIL FOOLS! Please see the Midnight Hotel's new log for all the details, but the gist (haha) of this prank is that Anton and Erskine have turned all the furniture onto the ceiling of the Hotel with sigils. Residents have the option of having their shoes--and thus themselves--harmlessly affected or not, depending on player preference. Feel free to encounter Erskine in person, but be prepared... if someone shows up and isn't upside down, he might try to use his air magic to float them up to the ceiling to perpetuate the prank a little longer ;)

And no, not everyone is floating in mid-air. Erskine is flying to reach the console :) ]]

hadthehighground

[Later in the evening, some time after River's broadcast, Obi-Wan finally settles himself down at a console and looks a bit tired.]

My apologies for any panic or inconvenience that was caused. My colleagues and I were responsible for the fluctuations earlier.

We attempted to reach Tu Vishan's mind through the Force. While I can assure you he's there, I'm afraid he was unresponsive, aside from what everyone apparently witnessed.

redlightgreenlight

I have something to tell you all, and some of you might not believe me.

[Valdis' voice is hesitant, halting and uncertain]

There are very few of us left, it seems, who remember Malicant's reign or the atrocities committed by his followers. The death, the taint, the drugs and the suffering inflicted upon foreigner and Kedan alike is unknown to all of our newcomers. But this isn't just about that.

[A long pause, followed by an audible breath]

I have recently discovered that Milyn, the Cherrywood Healer, was involved with the Cultists. She reported directly to Daseng and created the drug known as Dust, as well as the base for Lucid.

[Another pause and then a low growl.]

She was our only ally among the Kedan when we first returned from the Dreaming, she aided us in defeating Malicant...but she also helped him wreak his havoc in the first place.

[Another growl]

I don't know about all of you, but I can't trust her anymore.

edgeoftheknife

[Earlier in the day | Locked to Skulduggery]

Rude, dead man. You could have at least told me you were cancelling. Do I not even rate that?

[A few hours later | Open]

[Erskine's voice is carefully neutral, although he sounds a bit worn.]

Has anyone spoken to Skulduggery lately? Since Tuesday?

omnivident

Oh, I got it to work.God, this is embarrassing.

[ clearing his throat, the brunet on screen fidgets, wondering what to say. They taught him a million things in the Welcome Center- why couldn't they give him a lesson on how to say "Hello, I'm new!" without feeling like an idiot?

Okay. He can do this. No biggie. Just everyone's first impression of you. ]

Err, I'm Leonardo. Leonardo Watch. I got out of the Welcome Center a while ago and well, um, does anyone know where I could try and stay? I know they said something about looking for a hotel but, uh, yeah.

[ That should be interpreted as: "I didn't understand their directions and now I'm lost." Even he has pride, alright? ] Also, thanks in advance!

judicatus

Should any one of you reading this now claim familiarity with the names Allaidh Darach, Glaschu, or the Cathraon, and all that these names entail, I would speak with you at once. Discretion would be vastly preferred.

[ Gabranth hardly expects to find anyone else from the Drabwurld here — rather, he would have expected them to find him first — but it's worth a shot. Perhaps someone else might have a better idea of just what the hell happened to land him here.

He's markedly less interested in calling out any names from Ivalice, for the sake of anyone who might know him from his deeds in that world alone. ]

Leaving that aside, I would know which methods of earning 'juulan' are most expedient for one newly arrived. Aside from my various skills I have little of worth to sell, and so I would rather avoid that particular route.

I thank you for your time and assistance.

dragonaught

[ There's a crackle of static and a mechanical whine, like someone is fiddling with the radio, before words start snapping into place. There's an unfamiliar voice first: ] —the Force, this wouldn't have occurred.

[ Then it's Casey, who is speaking with an almost-hushed tone. ] You definitely had enough force a second ago...

What I did before did not involve the use of the Force. [ Sounding like he's speaking to a small child. ]

The Force. Like magic?

Some would consider it as such.

It'll come back. My magic futzed out like that, too. But first... aha— [ The broadcast cuts out to Casey falling into a small coughing fit, as they finally manage the filter they were working for. ]

[filtered to Raine, Fletch and Simon]
( Star Wars: The Force Awakens spoilers kind of within. )

edgeoftheknife

[When the video signs in, it's not Erskine sitting at the console like usual. There's no one sitting at the console, in fact, but there's a fleeting glimpse of Anton, who turned on the video, before he moves aside. And then the reason for Anton turning on the video becomes obvious.

Erskine is in the middle of the Hotel lobby, holding a broom, and using it like a microphone. And he's belting out U2's Pride (In the Name of Love) with enthusiasm. Dancing around. Bending against the "microphone" at the really emotional bits. Hitting the screamy parts. And he actually sounds pretty darn good, considering the fact that he's one step shy of roaring drunk.

Valdis shows up in the video for a moment, dancing with him and laughing, and Raine can be spotted in the far corner facepalming and trying to pretend she doesn't know these dorks. They are all, for the record, wearing glittery party hats.

And any kedan or Foreigners that happen to wander by are getting personally serenaded.]

Free at last, they took your life
They could not take your priiiiiiide

In the naaaaaaaame of looooooove--

edgeoftheknife

[The video shows a posh interior scene--silken curtains, low sofas, cushions, and more pretty people wandering through the background of the video than you can shake a stick at. It's luxurious. Almost flamboyant. Which, amusingly enough, is still no match for the flamboyance of the person in the center of the video feed.

Yep, it's Rue again. He's been missing in action since the night of the Masquerade, and missing from the network a little longer still, but here he is: he's wearing the closest kedanese equivalent of a frock coat, sky blue and satiny, with frilly cuffs and a wide-brimmed hat as usual. What little face can be seen beneath the hat is powdered and rouged and bears a perfect smile of lipstick. He's even found himself a fancy cane with a silver handle in the shape of a flower.

He's back, and he's addressing the network from what looks like a brothel.

When he speaks it is, as always, in a high-pitched, nasal English accent.]

Good morning my darlings--or is it good evening? I do believe I've lost track of the hour.

[He waves a hand imperiously, dismissing the thought.]

Anyway! It has come to my attention that we've arrived at our destination. A new land to explore, new peoples to meet, et cetera et cetera. So tell me, my dears, what have you seen? Is there anywhere on this new rock I simply must go for myself? How is the culture, darlings? The fashion?

...or if you've not yet gone yourself, would anyone care for a companion?

[There's a suggestive little smile at the end, there.]

dragonaught

So... with the wave coming and the idea we might get out of the fog soon... I was wondering...

Would anyone like to start a garden? It doesn't have to be for any plant in particular, but I thought maybe helping something grow might help improve spirits after being so long in all this. [ There's a beat. ] I was going to use it to practice my magic but if anyone wanted to grow things the old-fashioned way, I'd like that, too!

It's just a thought. I'm not even sure where I'd be able to do it yet.

pompous_today

[The man addressing the network is very well-dressed- a dress shirt, waistcoat, and the whole shebang.]

I appreciate that there is a welcoming committee here, as I am to understand that people arrive from other... universes, I suppose, frequently. So I suppose I thought it might be best to introduce myself and get to know my fellow, ah, foreigners. I'm Simon Tam. Is there anything the welcome center may not have covered that I should know?

Also, if anybody knows if a teenager girl named River is here and could point me in her direction if so, I would be grateful.

brewglory

[For a first time broadcaster, Severus sounds rather relaxed. Having just arrived yesterday, one would think he would be a little more vicious - but no. He's had his tantrum. There's no sense at all in putting it in the public eye when he doesn't know who's truly responsible for his abduction.]

Isn't it fascinating, the trials societies face, and how they vary from one to the next? Why, before I was kidnapped -

[He isn't even bothering to use the more formal-sounding 'abducted' or the less accusatory 'transported', because in spite of his general easy tone, he doesn't want anyone to accidentally think he's here of his own free will. Someone is at fault, and it isn't him.]

- I was facing the culmination of a civil war. People were dying - scores of people. And yet from what I gather, the trouble here is salt.

[Perhaps he isn't being as disdainful as he sounds; there's a subtle inquiry to his tone, because though his own magic has been slow to return, it hasn't escaped his notice that the fog is causing problems.]

Perhaps I'm simply failing to appreciate the gravity of the situation, in which case I expect some of you would care to help elucidate the matter. By all means.

Tu Shanshu

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[console | video] or do you feel the same?

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RADIO | NPC | THE BITE OF A GUARD DOG

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[Video] failing to find the familiar

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CONSOLE [video/action] Guess who's back, back, back from the - wait.

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Radio | March 14th

[handset | audio] have you come to raise the dead (dated 3/3)

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[console | video/action] it's too late, tonight

[console | video] guess who's back

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