tushanshu | Entries tagged with † ellie

[Hello freaky turtle city, it's probably the most inconvenient time you're getting this text. Dante's bored and he hasn't gotten himself into a fight, so here he is, sending out stupid texts. It's a multiple part text so you may answer whatever you feel like, or not. Whatever.]

show of hands how many of you assholes are superheroes? you know, the crime fighters, the freaks with the costumes, the sidekicks... you get the idea. also 18 y.o anarchist seeking adventurous hot freaky girls willing to explore a little too much. dinner optional. more into bars. shots. whiskey. beer. that kind of thing. girl must be able to handle her alcohol and get into some trouble. this isn't how it's done is it?

[Eh, probably not. He doesn't care.]

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?

beardedflannel

[ How long has it been since he last sat at a working computer? Twenty some odd years now? Joel stares down at the keyboard. It shouldn't be that hard to get working, he knows there's a power button somewhere on the damn thing.

The last thing he remembers using was his cell phone, even then his memory is hazy on the brand and size. He almost doesn't remember what it had looked like, what he'd had on it or the list of its contacts.

Dammit--focus. Gotta find her. Figure out what the hell is goin' on.

A deep breath.

The device is powered up, and it takes a solid minute for the screen to show up, his eyes roaming over the icons on the screen as if trying to remember what is what. There's got to be some way he can use this to get in touch with someone - anyone. With her. If she's even here, he reminds himself. Which seems impossible given what he last remembers happening before blacking out. ]

This on? [ Joel wonders where the microphone is, but what does it matter. He should be able to speak and it should pick up his voice no problem. ] Am I gettin' through here to anyone?

[ Fuck it. ]

Look- [ Heaves out a heavy and impatient sigh. On edge. Old nerves wrought with anxiety he's trying real hard to keep bottled in. ] -I'm lookin' for a young girl. Just over five feet, has a scar on her right brow, brown-red hair in a ponytail, sorta past her shoulders. She'll be wearin' a faded jacket and a gray shirt with a backpack on her back. [ Or was last he'd been with her. ]

She's got one helluva mouth on her too, you can't - Christ--you can't miss her.

[ Like hell will he mention her name on a network of strangers, though, even if it would benefit him more in the end than anything else.

Joel tries to keep his voice steady; he can't afford to break apart on some foreign network. To strangers. Keep it together, keep it together. But if someone tells him they haven't seen her--he might just slip up and lose it. ]

If she's here - then where?

puppetfetish

_{[ Evening. Here is Bro Strider again with a very important announcement. It's pretty important, considering the guy is actually wearing something that is fucking formal looking. His typically spiked, platinum hair is combed neatly and swept to the side, and he is lacking his hat. The light is low.. and.. was a bouquet of flowers..? Yeah, that's right— looks like red roses.
Don't worry. He's not trying to seduce you... I don't think. (??????) ]}

Yo.
Valentine's Day is right 'round the corner. That means absolute bullshit to me other than the fact that business boomed back home for me at this time of year.
Jesus fucking dicksacks.
Do people got nothin' better to do on Valentine's Day besides fucking each other? Pretty fitting. I ain't complainin' too much if it brings in the Benjamin Franklins for me, but for real.

_{[ He lowers his pointed shades for a moment just to wink. Oh, so that's his eye color. It's a really unusual orange. ]}

Been workin' on some stuff in my spare time. Like this— this— not to mention this.

_{[ As he says each item, he holds them up with the most vacant expression, peering over each item then tossing it aside. Yeah, you're right. This was the guy a few weeks ago who was hunting for a fist to fist fight... and now he's displaying risque looking clothing. ]}

Other various things I probably shouldn't show on the public network even though ya'll would get a kick outta'm.
Contact me for any more information.

By the way— anybody got any information on the brothels 'round here? Any information at all is helpful.
Got my own reasons why.

_{[ With that, he gently takes one of the roses and bites the stem, holding it in his mouth for a moment before cutting the video.
Listen, it could have been worse. He almost wore some of his items and put himself on display. ]}

sizzle

[ As the video starts up things are pretty quiet at first. There's a clear view of Zuko's face, his one eyebrow furrowed as his eyes flick back and forth studying the console. He got the explanation of how this worked, he knows what he's supposed to be doing with it... but it doesn't make the contraption any less bizarre to him.

After a good fifteen seconds of silence before he starts speaking. ]

Hello...

[ There's just a moment of hesitation here before Zuko stands up straighter and looks directly at the screen. ]

My name is Zuko. I am the prince of the Fire Nation.

[ A frown. ]

I don't know if that means anything to most of you here, and if it doesn't then this doesn't concern you.

[ Nice, Zuko.

He's still having a little difficulty with the idea that people here won't know what the Fire Nation is. It's a pretty big part of his world... it's a pretty big part of the entire world where he's from.

He takes a deep breath, and in the gravest tone he can muster up (which is pretty damn grave) says- ]

I need to know if anyone here has seen the Avatar.

hisbabygirl

Hello..?

[Have yourself a twelve year old girl testing the water on the shiny new thing and mumbling to herself a little as she does.]

...I hope I'm doing this right.

[Oh right. The people can hear her. Sarah takes a deep breath and gets to talking.]

I uh, gotta say, this is some real crazy stuff going on. I don't even know where to start makin' sense of any of it. The Kedan people, the ones that work here? I think they work here. Live here? I dunno. They explained a lot of stuff but I'm still trying to wrap my head around even being here.

[Sarah pauses. When she speaks again it's with a little less certainty.]

Do they ever make mistakes with who they bring here? I'm not sure I'm the monster fighting type.

[Not real ones anyway.]

grigio

[Julie's usually a responsible person but today, she woke up with a bit of a shock. Probably the worst one in a good long while. Raleigh was gone. She checked where he worked. She checked his usual hang-outs and when she checked his old suite and saw the Kedan cleaning it...

Well, that confirmed it. He was gone.

So she went back home and tried to go back to bed, but she couldn't sleep. She should tell people what was going on. But she didn't want to. When she finally could drag herself to her console to post a message, the video is on for at least a second and the look on her face is definitely one of hurting.

So off the video feed goes when she realizes she can't actually say what's wrong and she resorts to text, instead.

She doesn't even bother filtering it.]

Raleigh Becket is gone.

[That's it. That's the note. That's all she wrote, folks. She may have to just stay inside today and try to paint something because going out sure as shit isn't happening.]

aread

[Well this sure is a video post. It opens on Kidd, who's looking rather casually bored, dressed up in all the stolen finery one might expect of a pirate. His accent is vaguely British-y, and his tone is casually bored.]

I've heard tell this turtle of ours stops off at locations along the course of its journey. And these shores— would anyone say they at all resemble the Caribbean? Nassau, perhaps?

[He assumes otherwise, but it never hurts to ferret out little bits of information. If nothing else, mention of Nassau might weed out any who know the region and what it stands for. Stood for. He cocks his head to one side, there's maybe a hint of something predatory to his expression.]

I find it curious, aye, to be plain, that we can be so long at sea without fear of outside attack. Pirates, and the like. This place is grand enough, but hardly impregnable. Has anyone considered proper fortifications for it t'all? A blockade, perhaps, or cannons? Or something a sight more modern, I understand there's all manner of things not common to my era.

Thanks be to you, listeners.

[A casual salute, and cut feed.]

softlycall

[ The woman seated in the centre of the video feed is pensive, worry in the lines of her mouth and the tension of her brow, but when she's sure the feed is working, those lines make a small shift until she's smiling - lopsidedly, sure, but genuine - into the camera. If this device does what they've told her, she'll have no complaints. ]

A good day to ye, friends. [ Whoever she's addressing. The uncertainty has her lifting her chin in unconscious bravado. ] I'm not a face any of ye'll be knowing, but if all's true we're to be allies all the same. The name's Anne Bonny, and I'd surely be obliged to any of ye with an idea of what to do for money in this fine city I'm to live in. I'm not in the mind to be stepping on toes, but it sounds like there isn't much call for a woman looking for shipwork round these parts, and war's no steady employment.

[ She pauses, then seems to come to some decision with a grimace. She'd abandoned barwork, and gladly, for ~~piracy~~ more exciting opportunities, but that's a world away. She adds, ] Something to the tune of serving drinks would be grand, for a time.

chittybang

[This is Asami. This is Asami wrapped up like an enchilada in a thick, dark red blanket while she faces the screen. It's her first time with a recording like this—the technology is beyond even the movers Varrick produced—so she proceeds self-consciously.

That isn't to say she wasn't eager to try it out. The tape on the side of her console is indication of that, but it's out of sight of the viewer.]

Well, here I am. I've had some time to think about what I wanted to say, but to be honest I don't even know where to begin.

But we're all comrades here, right? So my name's Asami, and I'm a... [businesswoman? What kind of sales approach is that? She straightens her back.] I'm the chief executive officer of my family's company at home in Republic City. We're known for our automobiles and weaponry, and I have experience with each of our products. Not that I see myself getting comfortable here, but if I can make myself useful in a company running somewhere along those lines, then I think that would be a good place to start.

[She visibly deflates after the spiel, mustering a small smile.] So I guess I'll see you guys around! Go ahead and introduce yourselves if you have time. I think I could use some faces to call familiar.

gameplaying

[ loki's been here long enough to have taken note of the fact that thor is here (two of him); frigga — his mother — is here; less importantly, tony stark, bruce banner, and natasha romanoff are here; and somewhere between in all: another loki is here. each presence in and of itself would be enough to influence his introduction, to play a part in how he decides to present himself, but all at once requires a touch more consideration, a careful balance between appearances and wants. different timelines — interesting — and different universes could play to his advantage, but—

there's a drawn-out silence, whilst loki's gaze runs pointedly over the console, eyes narrowing briefly; he looks very much as if he's considering something and, at length, he lets out an audible sigh punctuated by a brief raising of his shoulders in a lazy, arrogant shrug of sorts. ]

—A turtle. [ dryly, with the barest hint of amusement and the momentary curling of the corners of his lips — because really. ] I admit, it's not quite where I expected to find myself, but given the alternative, I can't really complain. Perhaps one small act of redemption can do much more than one imagines. [ or not, and he can definitely complain because he had what he wanted and now he's on a giant turtle and that is very much Not According to Plan and thus super uncool. fuck this place, man.

nevertheless, he pauses momentarily, (feigned) hesitation gracing his features before giving way to a brief twitch of a smile. ] I've heard word that my brother — Thor — is here. [ a beat; he leans slightly closer towards the camera. ] Tell me, did we win? Malekith, the Aether—. [ a loose wave of his hand and he leans back again. asking about odin would take it beyond the bounds of believability, so he falls silent, glancing away from the console for a moment. ]

If he's otherwise indisposed, please: tell him that Loki wishes to see him. [ THAT'S IT he's totally going to pretend he hasn't stalked the fuck out of finding out who's here. ]

nowthatsfunny

[The woman on screen is clearly rough around the edges - her clothes are torn and stained with dirt and blood, she's got a couple of old cuts on her face. She also probably hasn't bathed in a few days.

She looks thoughtful as she squints into the screen, maybe even a little disconcerted.]

I don't know what I was expecting, but this? Definitely wasn't it. [A little light on both pearly gates and fire and brimstone, honestly. She won't say that out loud, though, it sounds trite even for her.]

So what's the catch? And do these computers have solitaire on them?

myownbestfriend

[Say hello to Emma Frost, an intimidatingly beautiful but apparently normal human woman who is not especially pleased to be on a giant turtle and drafted into some kind of metaphysical war. She's got it dialed down to an aura of vague irritation, though, and she leans back in the large desk chair that came with her Fire Sector suite. The deep brown of the leather sets off her pale coloration and low-cut white X-Men uniform to excellent effect, and if you think she didn't plan that, you haven't met Emma.]

Please tell me there's a half-decent salon somewhere on this planet.

[If she has to do her own roots she's switching to diamond form until the problem is resolved, see if she doesn't.

Yes, yes, Malicant, a murdered emperor, giant turtles all but extinct, a world on the verge of destruction...but none of those are the sort of thing one ought to ask stupid questions about in public, now are they?]

unconchonable

[Maybe it's in bad taste. Maybe it's in bad taste and Eridan really does not give a shit. He's heard the news, and is delighted by it, to be perfectly honest. She was nothing but a disrespectful cur, and the news of her death has left him elated to say the least. When the feed turns on, he's sipping a hot cup of tea (pinky extended), of what type is anyone's guess, but he looks amused as ever.]

I say the bitch got what was comin' to her.

[He takes another long sip. He feels no need to disclose who, when it's probably obvious to anyone with a working think pan.]

Just goes to show that maybe there is some modicum a justice in this place.

crabmunicator

[Karkat appears on screen, looking like he's taken some efforts to make himself presentable, though his hair is as hopeless a mess as ever. That thing does what it wants. It's a monster. His expression is serious, though, and his tone is pretty sedate as he begins to speak.]

So I know I'm not the only person making this kind of post recently, but I kind of need to do this, so here I go adding another to the pile:

I need a job. And unlike a certain self-absorbed tool I'm not here to name - [Eridan, he means you.] - I'm not going to demand one on simple grounds of "I want one, so give it to me."

[Ahem.]

For things I've got experience with, I am a capable leader who led a team of twelve moronic and frustratingly stubborn trolls to victory in what has to be record time. In the interests of proper disclosure, this was not without some mistakes, but I learned from them and fully intend not to repeat their causes.

I'm experienced with sickle fighting and have taken down a ridiculous amount of creatures with them, both individually and while working with others, ranging all over the scale of size and power. I helped defeat something that should have been able to kill my team with voice alone, and that's without listing all the other stuff that made it ridiculously fucking powerful.

I'm good at coding viruses, but I somehow doubt that's going to get me a job, so whatever.

I like books and movies, so if there are any book stores or movie stores - does this place have movies? - I'd be open to those.

I've also got experience doling out romantic advice. Fair warning that this primarily revolved around the topic of troll romance, but I do have fair knowledge of the comparatively simple and stunted form that is human relationships, and am open to learning the intricacies of other systems. That's not even a job thing; it's downright fascinating and I am not here to receive arguments to the amount of "hurr hurr, you like romance!"

[He rolls his eyes, then returns to the serious look.]

Lastly, I'm not above more menial work if it comes down to it. So long as doing the job won't grind my think pan down into a fine paste to be extruded through the tiny holes of my auricular sponge clots, consider me open to the suggestion.

If you have questions, want details, shit like that, then go ahead and ask.

(OOC edit: In light of the plot development, I'm backdating this to yesterday, the 15th.)

mightythinice

So. Uh, getting kind of cold out there.

[hello Keeliai. Ellie clearly doesn't have a reason for being on the network. Not an immediately obvious one, but she loved the idea of being able to talk to everyone like this, quickly and easily. It was so foreign from what she's known her entire life]

You know what, though? It's not that bad. Pretty fucking cool, actually, and just about every restaurant I've been to is serving hot something. Hot chocolate, hot tea, so if you get cold, you know what you needa do is get some of that in you.

[okay, she could tell that was stupid. But hey, maybe she could ask more people about Thanksgiving, while she was there. A day late.]

So, I know this whole thing is a day late and a buck short and all that... But what'd everyone do for Thanksgiving? Yesterday was my first one and it wasn't bad. I ate a lot. And, okay, this is dumb, but I started thinking about things I'm thankful too. Yeah, I know, it's what the holiday is all about... But I'm kind of glad to be here. Believe me, I love food.

... And friends and stuff. So, uh... anyone got any good stories? They don't have to be Thanksgiving related or anything, I just wanna talk.

[a pause] Don't make me break out the puns! I'll do it!

goingfishing

[You guys know Raleigh right? He's been around. He's been recovering and spending time with Julie and Ellie. Today however, he has something serious on his mind.]

Show of hands who knows Julie Grigio.

[After a moment's pause] She's got a birthday coming up, and I want to plan a real old fashioned birthday party. This is me...gauging interest.

...This is me admitting I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing.

It's a secret however, so everybody keep it to yourselves.

dow

[ The vouchers on offer have been put to good use. Witness one Vulcan wrapped up in a couple of high-neck, long-sleeved sweaters where he sits in front of the screen. There's no way of regulating the temperature as accurately as he could on the Enterprise, so the curtains are also drawn to stave off the encroaching cold and, in the comfort of his own abode, he's donned a thick cardigan that looks like a customized blanket. ~~Winter, nngh.~~ So while Spock looks a lot fluffier, his tone is just as businesslike as usual. ]

Many of the foreign recipes I am familiar with have little bearing on the available ingredients in the market and as such may not be employed here. I would be grateful for suggestions on supplemental dishes and am willing to provide recompense for any assistance provided. On a different note, if there are any individuals with an inclination toward telepathy, I am curious as to whether any of them know where it would be most opportune to try and establish a meld with the turtle. That said, they would be welcome to participate in a psychic foray being made. I was told that this has never been attempted by a great number of minds and find the unexplored concept fascinating.

I am familiar with the weight of a great many consciousnesses and amenable to hosting temporary mental immersion with others.

[ In other words, Spock is happy to be the Red Ranger in a group setting where other minds might need to rely on him for direction or support. He goes on, lifting a hand-written stack of notes off his lap. ]

Ellie, I have compiled more information concerning space and attached a short questionnaire to serve as your homework. Please contact me at your earliest convenience to collect your personalized astronomy file.

mightythinice

[This time, Ellie settles on audio only. She didn't trust herself to keep her face neutral, and just-- just this once, without Joel there, and feeling more vulnerable than usual, she wanted to ask the question]

Okay, so. Besides the fucking disappearances, I've got kind of a serious question. They just had this whole holiday dedicated to ghosts and candy, right? Because when I think of ghosts, I definitely think of candy and toys or some shit.

[a pause, before she remembers the video isn't on and they can't actually see her]

And, like... I got the shit scared out of me by something before I realized it wasn't actually a ghost. I don't really believe in ghosts. Or things like heaven... and probably not god either. I mean-- fuck, it's difficult to explain.

Anyway... how many people here do?

Just curious. Because, who knows... Maybe there's a reason it's important. And there was a whole damn holiday that sure as fuck didn't come from this place, apparently.

superieure

[ The feed opens, the background places this in a cafe, in the Fire Sector. Monet's seated, expression stoic, legs crossed, arms folded, staring at the camera with a critical eye. She's already attempted to leave, and been met by the full force of the barrier, so she is extra Not Amused. Her tone is calm, and imperious. ]

I wish to know how much of what they told us is a lie.

[ Since she couldn't actually rip it out of the kedan telepathically. Damnit. ]

Other than that, I require a guide to this city, someone well-versed in its politics, and history. [ Small pause. ] And a regular shopping companion. You will be well-compensated.

[ She lifts a hand, intending to turn off the camera, before a stray thought makes her mouth thin into a line. ]

Rictor, I can hear you whining. Get over here now.

[ aaaand click. ]

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