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Well I guess I can check 'get turned into a girl' off my list of things to do on the turtle.

[The voice is as deadpanned as it sounds as the feed flicks properly onto video. Instead of the gangly, awkward boy the citizens were introduced to a few weeks back, there is a young girl peering into the communicator. Hiccup shifts awkwardly, crossing her arms over her chest in a bit of embarrassment.]

I don't have to wear a skirt or anything, do I? [She pauses to brush her hair away from her eyes.] Ah, but...could someone braid my hair? It's a bit ridiculous and I've never really...ever done it myself.
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[It's a pretty normal, sunny day on the back of a giant turtle... That is, until an explosion rocks the Fire Sector. And it's not even like, a normal, mildly alarming, muffled explosion coming from the Valdez household. It's a loud, deafening sound, almost like a cannon fire, coming from an open space that is really suspiciously near Leo's apartment.

In any case, what happens next is a broadcast of this certain message on the network coming from Leo's PC. Behind Leo and Combeferre is the usual mess of machine parts and sketches, except now there's a distinct black mist hovering in the room.

Leo is wearing a sheepish grin and scratching the back of his head. His clothes and parts of his face are covered in black soot.]


Right! So, about that explosion. Theoretically, if that happened to be caused by a super smart and tragically handsome teenager and a guy with a distinctly French accent and hailing from some ancient century, what kind of trouble will said guys theoretically get into? All theoretically, of course.


--The 19th century, it is hardly ancient. [Combeferre interjects from the background. The explosion has shaken him rather more than he would care to admit, but he’s just going to take a few deep breaths here, in an attempt to calm himself down.]

I, ah -- we were testing the mechanics of a model cannon. Theoretically. [He offers a sheepish grin.] Clearly, that attempt used far too much powder.

[Hands up in the air all pre-emptively going "hang on bros y'all gotta chill"] To be fair though, we like, totally didn't blow up an entire block, so uh, no harm done, right?

[Leo's brows furrow soon after, and he turns to Combeferre.] Hey wait, dude, did I just say "we"...?


[A tad absently:] Yes, you did. [He tries for a weak smile, though it’s pretty clear he’s not really paying attention -- especially to someone who knows him well.] I suppose the theoretical talk did not count for much, anyhow -- is there a chair about?

(OOC: Joint post from the resident mad scientists!  Leo is red, Combeferre is blue, come yell at them and get either!)
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(ooc: Jaime in blue, Bianca in black!)

[For those who’ve seen Jaime posting around the network before, this transmission comes from the Earth sector rather than the Wood. He’s moved in with his mother for the sake of convenience, even if he hasn’t technically made an announcement or anything. (Bianca herself is visible off to the corner of the screen.) He gives the camera a short wave and a little grin.]

So, uh, hey! Good to be outta the water there. [The whole reverse snowglobe thing was cool and all, but it’s VERY refreshing to actually see the sun again.] Since all the festivities are over, we thought it’d be cool to have a sort of get together tomorrow. Just something small, you know.
[He glances expectantly over at Bianca.]

[She moves over, so now both Reyes are on screen. She doesn’t look angry like the last time she made a post to the network. No worries there, for anyone who’s witnessed her temper thus far.]

Considering how many here probably don’t know how to cook for themselves, [Read: She’s mainly thinking on the teenagers and kids here] I thought it’d be nice if we did something like a tamale party with everyone helping out to make them, even if it isn’t quite the season. [She gives a light shrug. Tamales are usually a holiday food, because of the time commitment involved and the fact it’s usually something to make in giant batches with everyone giving a hand in making them.]

I think I’ve figured out some substitute ingredients, so it should work out well enough. [Guess what the Reyes have been eating for the last few nights.]

Yup. [Jaime nods in agreement. He’s been the pseudo-tamale guinea pig all week. (Not that that’s a bad thing by any means. Mom’s cooking is still Mom’s cooking, even if it’s using whatever weird kedan food she’s found.)] It’s not exactly like the real deal, but it’s pretty close. We’re in EA-1A, if anybody wants to drop by then. Bring friends. [A sidelong glance at Bianca. If he knows his mom, she’s dead-set on feeding the entire turtle.]

[Oh, she definitely is.]

Bring along something to use as filling, too. That way we can end up with a nice variety and we’ll end up with enough for everyone to take home with them. There’ll be some soup at first while we wait for the first batches, but that probably won’t last long.

[She figured out how to make something like Mexican sopa with what was available pretty quickly. Bart’s random food mention was a goodsend. Tomatoes are a staple ingredient for most Mexican hispanic foods. Something that tastes like them works just as well.]

[He laughs.] Seriously, it won’t. Anyway, we’ll see you then!

[With that, they cut the feed.]


(ooc: The tamale party log can be found here.)
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Oh for Thor's sake, they said this would be easy...

[There's a curious green eye studying the communicator before it zooms out to reveal a young boy of about fourteen or fifteen, his face covered in scratches and scars that look both fresh and old, the oldest one a nick on the right side of his chin. He grins a bit tiredly, sitting back and snapping his fingers.]

I knew I could get it to work! Man, if we had things like this back home it'd make communicating with other tribes easier...

[He fiddles a bit, the screen flicking off as he discovers the other functions, a bit of text gibber jabber appearing before it switches back to full video, then he remembers the people he spoke to said that others could be watching.]

Uh, hi. I'm Hiccup. Great name, I know, but I guess it's kept me from being snatched up by gnomes and trolls all these years so it's worth something at least. If you couldn't guess, I'm kinda new...just arrived really. I don't think I was awake for a lot of the talk though, getting knocked out by a giant dragon tail would do that to you. I think I'm awake. At least I hope so anyway. This place doesn't look like any Valhalla I ever dreamed of.

[He reaches down to scratch at his leg.]

There's...a lot of things here that we don't have at home. I hope I don't blow anything up. And, uh, this is gonna sound kinda strange but I don't suppose anyone has anything I can, er, walk with? [Pause.] One of my legs kind of...doesn't work. They helped me here but I don't know how I'm going to get around...

I guess that's...it? Yeah.

[He goes to get up but lets out a yelp as he puts pressure on his injured leg and he falls backwards, crashing to the floor.]
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