tushanshu | Entries tagged with † agent york

[Sadie turns the feed in a fairly okay mood. She has a box in front of her, and it seems to be making squeaking sounds]

First--whoever finally got the turtle moving again and whatnot? You are amazing. I thought I'd be okay not having my magic but I was wrong and those aren't words you'll hear from me all that often.

Second. [She taps the lid of the box in front of her] So when I got here, there was a boy. He was a very rude boy, who made fun of my boyfriend. He hit on me as well, but mostly he insulted my boyfriend. I am very protective of my friends and family, so insulting them is the fastest way to get me angry at you. And people don't like me all that much when I'm angry. Things tend to blow up and people usually spend a few hours as a banana slug or an earthworm or something. [Or there are threats of slugification] Not that I could do anything to this boy, as almost as soon as I got here my magic stopped, but I swore I'd get him back. So, when I woke up this morning and realized that oh, hey, I can blow things up again, I went to go find this boy.

[She opens the box and pulls out a brown hamster who squeaks]

Say hello to the nice people, Leo. [Boy, it feels good to have her magic back and turning people into critters (and then using said critter as a sort of warning that, hey, you might not want to mess with her). She smirks.] I have to say, he's much cuter as a hamster.

[[OOC: Chiqui has agreed that this is pretty much why Leo is hiding during her hiatus with him! Also tags might be a bit slow starting maybe tomorrow depending on the stupid confusing roofers they keep changing their mind about stuff.

ETA: THIS IS ONLY LASTING A FEW HOURS ICLY.]]

notamachine

[Dean didn't pay much attention to what the Kedan told him when they dropped him off, but the console was pretty easy to figure out. The number of transmissions flying back and forth made things a little easier. He's ignored most of them. When Dean finally pipes up over the network, he looks tired and sounds less confrontational and more along the lines of vaguely annoyed, like this is a speech he's had to give a dozen times before that nobody has listened to before and one he doesn't expect anyone to listen to now.]

Okay, you six-fingered, four-eyed, however many toed freaks, let's just get one thing straight and everybody gets along. I get what you told me. I don't like it, but I get it. I also know if there's a way here, there's a way back, and I'm gonna find it. You should know that if whatever dragged me here dragged my brother in here with me, I will end all of you. Capiche? Good.

[Message delivered. Yeah, he could have used the voice only setting, but those things already know what he looks like so what's the point?]

insecrets

[Now, Finnick knows he can switch the video off. It's not like this really needs to be in video, but why deny anyone his beautiful face. Or his beautiful upper body, as he lounges back in his seat shirtless. In his hand is a fishing pole.]

The girl on fire got me thinking. About the local - and hopefully edible - aquatic life around here. [He waves the pole a little bit.] There's nothing like fishing. [He sounds a bit wistful now, and there's a flicker of something across his face that's almost sad before he replaces it with a smile. He just really needs to get away for a bit, after that zombie invasion.] Has anyone else done any around here yet? I wouldn't be against knowing a little bit more about the best spots to cast a line and what I might be catching.

[There's a brief pause.] Feel free to join me, if you don't mind the quiet. Johanna, I'd ask you to come along personally, but you might wet yourself. I'll bring you something anyway.

howherolls

[ the Peeta that sits before the screen still looks like shit, but there's a little more confidence to him as he speaks: ]

There's going to be a new bakery in town. [ he grins, a little awkwardly but it's still somewhat charming ] And it could use some customers starting tomorrow. It's in the Water section, if you need help finding it, feel free to ask me or Astrid. People who order something more expensive then three juulans get a free slice of cake. To celebrate. The opening, that is. And the not being destroyed by mutts thing. Though that could use some celebration as well.

[ he pauses, rubbing his hands together ]

Also I was wondering who to get in touch with regarding...therapy.

It's not related to the cake, I promise.

cmdreffingshepard

[Shepard is cleaned up, settled in - more or less - and rested by now. She's also been keeping an eye on this extranet-type thing - the network, anyway, even though there doesn't seem to be any means of contacting anyone off-planet. Whatever planet she's on. She still doesn't quite buy the "between living, dying and dreams" thing.

But that's not what she's here to talk about today. Nope, she's just got a couple of quick notes.]

Shepard here. SSV Normandy. I need to know if any of my crew are here, and this looks like the best way to do that.

I also want to thank the people who helped me during the attack. Bruce, North, the girl with the fire biotics, and a few others. More people were saved working together than I could've done on my own.

[She looks a little distant, for a moment, then her gaze focuses back in on the screen.]

I'm happy to help where I can, but whoever is responsible for bringing people here picked a really bad time to do it. I'll be court martialed now, for sure.

effective

[Katniss has a few healing cuts and scraps from Zombie Adventures, but she's clean and apparently recently showered, judging by the wet braid slung over one shoulder. She sits in her chair with her legs pulled up to her chest, ready to leap from it if she needs to. Her bow and quiver are visible in the background]

I want to hunt. Is there anywhere I can do that, or does this turtle have some kind of moral objection to things other than us being killed on its back?

[There's a long pause, and she almost reaches out to end the post before she remembers something] Animals. I want to hunt animals. Nothing else. That's all.

build

[ hey all you projections (people that were kidnapped from their home worlds) ariadne has been thinking (not a shock there) and she has a few things she would like to ask.

so please enjoy. ]

Zombies… well that was interesting. [ her sarcasm can be oh so fun at times. ] I didn't really think 'night of the living dead' would be something that a turtle and some random world would be capable of.

[ she just sighs, rolling her eyes slightly as she moves on to the actual point of this post. ]

Anyway, I was wondering if anyone has a map of this place – something they could share. [ a short pause, her brow arching in a hopeful curiosity. ] Given that this place really is unknown to so many of us, I thought it might be a good idea to have something like that to refer back to when a situation like the last arose.

[ not that she wanted one to happen like that again (she really isn't cut out for fighting zombies after all) it just seemed like a good idea for location understanding, as well as planning. ]

Also, I'm wondering if there is a system set up for us all to communicate in times of crisis – an emergency broadcast system of sorts. A way for us all to know what we need to do if anything ever happens. [ yes, she is well aware that people have the network, and that they are all doing what they can to help, but she really just wants to see how all the projections organize here. ]

So that's about all I have for now.

[ a long shrug, her nose crinkling as she offers the screen a faint smile. ]

I know I may not know as much as I could about this place, but I'm trying to learn what I can and would really appreciate any help I could get here.

Thanks.

fatedchaos

[The feed cuts on to reveal a young teenage girl in a slightly dirty and definitely revealing dress, a shaky smile on her face as well as a slightly bemused look. Above her heart, if someone looks hard enough, they’ll see a floral tattoo. She tucks a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.] Um, hey. [What now? She rubs her hands over her bare arms, going quiet for a second before taking a deep breath.] So. This seriously happened, huh? Universal kidnapping or whatever it is. You know, I was... I was supposed to be going home finally. I was supposed to be going back to school and picking my life up again and...

[She falls silent again.] Not that anyone actually wants to hear all that, just one more person whining about things. I don’t want to be a whiner. [Yes she does. Fuck all this injustice.]

Anyway. [There’s a bright grin on her face now.] My name’s Vanessa. And I was wondering if someone could point me in the direction of the nearest clothing store? Or a mall> I’m, uh... Not really dressed for whatever this is. [She feels really uncomfortable being in her low cut white dress.] That’s what I get for being dressed to go partying, right? [Ahahaha......]

virginprice

[Alcuin is too curious to stay away from the network- and besides, he's looking for someone. It's important that he begin as quickly as possible, so he makes a video post. He considered typing it, but pressing the keys to make the letters appear was just too strange. He'll save that for later.

He smiles shyly at the 'camera' that the man- or creature?- had pointed out and told him to look at when he wanted to show himself on the network. He's adjusted his shirt so that the bloodstains he arrived with don't show much, but the dark spots do show against the white fabric of his shirt, near the bottom of the screen.]

Hello. My name is Alcuin nó Delaunay and I am told that there are many in this strange city who can hear and see me now. I'm very sorry to trouble any of you, and I hope you are all well.

[He hesitates, unsure of how to phrase the next part, anxiety clear in his dark eyes.]

I have a question and a favour to ask, of anyone who might be willing to help me. My question is- has anyone met a man named Anafiel Delaunay? I hope that he is resident in this city too. If anyone has word of him, please tell me.

[He takes a breath and looks down for a moment, calming his fear that Delaunay is not there, then lifts his head and smiles.]

As for the favour, I am in need of some clothing. I have the coin that these- these, ah, kedan? That the kedan have given me. I do not know how much would be appropriate, but if someone would bring some clean clothes I will pay you. I'm afraid that I am in no state to leave my home and visit a tailor.

[It's the bloodstains. And the fact that there's this big rip that shows his stomach. It's just kind of a mess.]

Thank you very much for listening, if anyone is.

howherolls

[ a haggard looking young man sits on a bed, his hands wringing together over and over again as he speaks. There's a hollowness to his stare, and he takes a little longer than most between his sentences, thoughtfully ]

I was working...on having responsibilities again. I baked bread starting at four in the morning until noon. At noon I fed the geese. Depending on the day, I might have free time after that, but by dinner I helped Katniss cook and I would dead-head the flowers in the garden.

The schedule...helped.

[ his hands spasm erratically for a moment, then still as Peeta clenches his jaw ]

And now I'm here. [ he offers a tight smile ] And that means I'm not feeding geese and the garden's not going anywhere anytime soon. Not to mention there's a possible deer overpopulation problem in District Twelve.

[ he sighs ]

So there go my responsibilities. And schedule. I guess this serves as a fair warning for you all.

district7

[The feed turns on to a pair of brown eyes staring into the camera and after some time and a bit of fiddling, pans out to show a young woman, knees folded underneath her as she sits in her suite. Her hair is a mess, partially because of the sea water, partially because it looks as if she lost a fight with a barber. There's no symmetry to her hair, no order and if you are the type who pays attention to details, you may notice the cause might have something to do with those strangely patterned burns on her face, leading up into her scalp.

There's an eery smile on her lips, not one born of cheer or goodwill. In fact, she looks anything but happy, a subtle anger only seen in the repeated motion of her fists squeezing until her knuckles go white then relaxing, yet that smile still remains.]

I guess expecting the escorts here to be more helpful than they were back home was a waste. I don't know about the rest of you, but if I hear "that's the Emperor's business" one more time, I might scalp someone. [A joke, mostly. She's weaponless currently but like hell would she ever admit to it.] So, anyone going to tell us why we're really here? Or do I need to get an audience with this emperor guy after all? I'm retired but if they're wanting a show, giving me something better to work with would be a nice change of pace from useless.

effective

[There’s a girl staring at the screen with a look that’d seem almost dead if not for the intensity in her eyes. Katniss is really fucking unhappy, and it shows] It was supposed to be over. [She’s addressing the screen, but it sounds almost like she’s talking to herself.] It was supposed to be over, and they were supposed to leave me be.

[Her fingers twine around each other, drawing attention to the way her hands are scarred with burns and stretched, pale skin where it was grafted on. Observant people might note similar marks crawling up the side of her neck] They told me this emperor knows everything, but that just sounds like another word for president to me. I won’t play this game again, not ever. [Her fingers form a fist and she tears her eyes away from the screen to stare at it. She’s silent for so long, it seems almost as though she’s forgotten she was recording]

Where’s Peeta? [It doesn’t seem to have occurred to her that he might not be here.] No more games.

insecrets

[There is an incredibly beautiful young man on your screens, Tu Shanshu. He flashes a bright smile, all white teeth, but it doesn’t quite reaches his eyes. In fact, despite his seemingly happy expression, there’s something dark in those sea green eyes of his. Not that he’d ever admit it.] Now, I’ve seen some strange things in my life, mutts that are complete nightmare fuel and mockingjays that shouldn’t exist and a girl on fire. But never in my life would I have expected to find myself trapped somewhere that wasn’t an arena. Or Panem, for that matter. Are you sure that Snow isn’t behind all of this?

[He pauses for a moment, rubbing a hand over his face.] Doesn’t seem quite real. Maybe I’ve finally gone mad and they’ve dosed me up on morphling. [He nods then, more to himself than to anyone out there.] Annie would have loved this, I think.

[And then he flashes another grin.] My name is Finnick Odair, winner of the 65th Hunger Games. I come from District 4 in Panem. I’m friends with terrible people, loud and incredibly rude. [What he's saying sounds more like a recitation rather than an introduction. He slowly begins to clench his fingers into fists.] Tell me that I’m not alone. Please.

nogutsnoglory

I figure this isn't exactly gonna work, but- it's worth a shot. You know, for prosperities sake. Hell it worked in the last place I was at, with mixed results, but whatever.

[He takes a slow centering breath, closing his eyes as silence falls over the feed. The silence lingers for a few moments more before Eddie suddenly claps his hands together, the loud noise probably startling anyone actually watching the video. His eyes staying closed as he begins to speak.]

Oh, holy, mean green and scaly giant turtle carryin' us around. That sounds good, right? You think you could like- send us home or some shit? It'd be appreciated oh, uh mighty turtle guy- or girl. Equal turtle rights, man. No discrimination for turtles, hell no.

Like, we'll solve your problems or whatever. As long as it doesn't involve stupid shit or too much terrible death, I kinda like livin'. Just like give us some fuckin' clue to what is goin' on since everyone is intent on being vague as fuck. You're like, a giant turtle so you can be honest, right?

Yeah?

[There is just silence for a moment, but Eddie doesn't seemed deterred by it as he keeps going.]

Okay, cool. We'll- give you, the fuck do turtles eat, lettuce and carrots. Giant pieces of lettuce and carrots in return and save the day too, cause I guess we're here for that apparently. Just give us a sign. Like, a good one, not that oblique shit like turtle faces on toast. That would be kinda weird.

Uh, am-turtle-men.

[Eddie opens an eye looking around. Letting the silence go on a moment before sighing.] Okay, no earth shatterin' kaboom or sign, so probably didn't work? Damn it. So much for that.

wintershepherd

[ Takes place following his arrival and transport to Keeliai. The video feed opens with Jack perched nervously on the chair, balanced lightly on the balls of his feet and resting his elbows on his knees as he looked at the screen. He gave a slightly nervous wave at the screen but this felt bizarre... like the tables had been turned and he was the one trying to communicate with someone he wasn't sure was actually there. It was really, really disconcerting.]

So, um. Hi.

[ a pause before he continues ]

My name is Jack Frost. If anyone can hear this, I wanted to apologize for the, uh, flash freeze near that fountain earlier today. The people with the little gills -- kedan? -- they were telling me some things that were a bit much to take in all at once and... yeah.

Sorry about that. It'll thaw in a few days, I promise.

[ He looks off to the side, rubbing a hand through his hair and making it even messier, then looks back at the camera. ]

So... are there any kids here?

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[OOC: In his permissions post is a guideline as to whether your character might be able to see him right off the bat. For non-believers, they will see only the background of what's clearly a Wood Sector unit, but see or hear nothing for the few minutes the video is running. Spoiler permissions are in the same post so please fill that out if you prefer not to get hit with them. Thanks! ♥ ]

knowsmadness

[ kara is, as always, relaxed and reclining - boots up, cigar in hand. it's standard fare with kara thrace, y'know. she does other things, of course - smoking (and drinking, you just can't see that glass full of amber liquid off to the side) just happens to be one of her favorites!

smoke curls from her lips as she grins, and she leans to ash her cigar in the adjacent tray while her free hand holds up a pretty little invitation between middle and pointer finger. ]

A party, huh? Anyone else get one of these?

[ a shout over her shoulder-- ]

Hey York -- wanna go to a party?

[ her attention back on the camera, Kara grins again. ]

This should be fun.

tuskenlancer

I need someone capable of lifting a half-ton about fifteen miles out onto the mainland. It doesn't have to be moved far, but you need to be able to not talk about what you see. Ever.

I'm willing to negotiate prices.

[SOMEONE NEEDS HER POWER ARMOR BACK. :( This takes place soonish after this thread in which Mandorallen helps CT out of her armor and helps her back to the mainland, so it's backdated a bit whoops.

also shush it's not paranoia if they're really all out to get you!!1]

build

[ the comm flips to life with the face of ariadne looking almost deep in thought for a moment (this whole place is a lot to take in) before she is sighing deeply, letting her hand unconsciously start to rub at the back of her neck, as she calmly ask: ] I'm wondering if anyone could tell me what year it is?

[ that's a simple question for a projection, right? ]

I mean, my friend and I...well we're new.

[ which hopefully will give her some type of leniency with others (though she is doubtful and can only smile somewhat awkwardly because of it) ]

...and I guess we would just like some type of idea what we’re up against here, or maybe where we're all coming from.

[ it's a vague question, and one that she isn't fully sure she will like the answer of. but at least it is something that might get them closer to understanding this whole mess. because lets face it, the natives aren't exactly the most helpful of people. ]

imlikeabird

[For about 10 seconds, Hawke is in the shot. And then suddenly there's a big black nose. The dog sniffs the lens of the camera in earnest. And then he sneezes.]

Oh, well that's just nasty.

[he shoos the dog off and leans forward to wipe it clean.]

I see, you've all met my dog, Dr. Thunder. Please don't feed him. You'll never get rid of him.

bothbarrels

[ For the most part he is quietly accepting of the explanation he’s been given for where he’s ended up. It’s certainly not what he had expected any afterlife to be like, but he does remember Maine advancing on him, remembers his sister failing to cover him, remembers dropping and knowing, knowing that Maine had come to take Theta from him, before he’d awoken on the shore here. As he was carted to his new home he spent the time in thought. He could only hope Theta had felt that North had done everything he could to try to keep him safe from the menace that his former teammate had become, and how very sorry he was that he had failed.

His strength had slowly returned by the time he was conveyed to his new apartment, and he takes off his helmet and his gauntlets, removes his weapons, lays them all out in a neat row on the kitchen counter before heading to the console to fiddle around with it. He reads over a few messages to get a feel for the place before deciding to open up a signal. He might as well make his presence known, see what friends he can make. ]

Hey, there. Name's Andrew, though I suppose it's possible there's someone here who once knew me as North. Either way, if you're up for making any new contacts, I'd be interested.

Tu Shanshu

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