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I seemed to have misplaced my slave priest. Since he belongs to me, if anyone could return him, I'd be most grateful. He's a little under six feet tall, black hair, blue eyes, and has a magic sword. Answers to the name Bishop Heahmund.

[Heahmund had stormed off in a huff after Ivar had found him the first time, but if he thinks the teenage Viking warlord who captured him back home is done with tormenting him, the priest is far from mistaken. Ivar's just getting started.]

He'll likely be quoting the Bible and telling you all how you're going to hell because he's extremely pompous and seems to think being a Christian bishop makes him better than everyone else. Be sure to let him know I'm looking for him.
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[ The recent events have prompted Stan to be rather more quiet and reclusive than he is normally and he's even been mostly ignoring those he knows well. Too many things were reminding him negatively of Derry and he didn't particularly like facing that fear.

But it's about time to talk about something, anything. ]


If you had to guess, what do you think would be the most likely way you’ll die?

[ His thoughts aren't morbid lately or anything. ]
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[The feed shows Gyda in the barn, idly petting one of the goats that's come to rest in the shade. Her expression is numb, and when she tries to speak, her voice comes out quiet, almost like it's a matter of effort to even form out words.]

Father and Athelstan are gone.

[That's as much as she could get out before choking back a sob.]

smokedout: I let him enter to make some more ♪ (16 ♪ The kind of fun that I adore)
[personal profile] smokedout
[This has become a tradition at this point; Dodger is starting his post off by playing music on his guitar. This time his dog is laying its head on his lap. Dodger is playing a somber indie tune; he's singing the male vocals, but the dog simply opens its mouth and a voice that sounds slightly auto-tuned fills in the female vocals. Dodger seems to be in a better mood than usual; he looks like he might have even slept in the last month or so.

At the end of the song he reaches down to scratch his dog's ears, and huffs lazily.
]

I'm bored. Everyone who's been here long enough knows that's a pretty dangerous state for me. So. Who wants to give me something to do? I'll do whatever you want, long as the pay's worth it - and long as you're willing to take the blame if I get caught up in something illegal again.

I take units, barters and sexual favors. And you can't touch my dog.

I will receive as many pets as I want. [The dog adds indignantly in its robotic voice.]
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M4M SEEKING: NEW ARCH-ENEMY
18yo swm in search of new arch-enemy!! i took a 3 month long nap and my old one left the city with his gf :(

must be:
  • male
  • ages 17-21
  • btwn 5'10" - 6'3"
  • athletic
  • able to take a beating
  • magic OR otherwise superpowered
  • annoyingly moral
  • bicuriosity a plus

it would also help if you had an annoying group of friends i could use as leverage against you. interested parties can get in touch with Chase Collins @worstwitch!!


ps: pls include a headshot
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[personal profile] lionunchained
[This had been prompted by questions from others, making offers to help, and from Shiro and Keith talking to each other about said previous conversations.

So Shiro has decided to formally make the post. With Keith in the video as well since it is for both of them. So he had set up the video feed in their living room with Keith next time. If someone tried very hard, they might might see some animal of some sort sleeping on the stairs, only because animals didn't understand this was serious business and needed to be out of the shot. The lions luckily did.]


Hello, Quarantine. For those for those of you who don't know us, I'm Shiro and this is Keith. So we've received some requests from others for help recently so we wanted formally offer. We will be offering personal training sessions for anyone interested. Anything from learning to how to use the weight equipment to weekly training to sparring sessions both for those who have experience and those who don't.

[Keith glanced at Shiro for a second and then added a little at the end.]

We can work with you at the gym or here at the house if you don't want us to beat you up in public.

[He smirked a little, just teasing the audience.]



[ooc: italicized text is Keith. Either Keith or Shiro could reply so if you have a preference, let us know. Otherwise, random]
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[personal profile] floatier
[ Roxy hasn't been here long, but she's been busy. Almost since the moment she got here she's been looking up anything she could find about her people, the Jinn, or anything even close to them. There are some interesting leads, and her favorite by far is the funny pattern in the stories of wishes always seeming to come in threes.

Why three? Why not two or four? She could grant twenty if she wanted, or none if she didn't like them. It being so arbitrary is kind of cute, though. So she decides to go with it. ]


If you could have three wishes right now, what would they be?

[ This sits as-is on the network for a few minutes before an addendum is tacked on: ]

They have to be small things!
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[personal profile] peacemongering
[Pierce doesn't normally make announcements, except when it comes to internal company memos and the like. He keeps things strictly business most of the time, but he is making this addition to the network from his communal housing room. He looks grave and upset, but he is clearly wanting those who might wish to know the information that he has obtained.]

To anyone who knew and was friends with Miss Ava Orlova, I regret to have you inform you all that she has returned back through the portal. While we had only begun to build a relationship, she was the closest person to having one of my daughters back, and I will miss her.

[He sighs heavily and folds his hands together, managing a grief-stricken smile.]

If anyone has any stories of her exploits, I would very much value hearing about them.
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[personal profile] alkahestic
[ where al found a burner device, he'll never say. but he's taking a page out of his brother's book and going anonymous, if only to ask one very important question: ]

How do you fall out of love with someone?
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[personal profile] shoplifter
[Today's post is school-related, for the most part. But instead of being terrible news like it usually is, Laura's been coaxed by Linda the Caseworker to reveal the fruits of their labor (or really, Linda picking up a lot of assignments and making sure Laura does them when she's not at school...). Laura carefully pins a piece of paper to the fridge of Communal Floor 10 with a magnet, which the camera will point to in just a moment—

SURPRISE BITCH]


[After a moment:]

Linda said I should tell people. So I have told people. 

I did — well on my grades this quarter. 

[She didn't particularly see the big deal; it's not that hard to do the work assignments when your caseworker keeps bringing all the stuff to you... and the tests are much easier when you've got a good eye and memory. Another beat, and this she seems more uncertain and perhaps even sheepish about, in her own way:]

I also wanted to tell any of the other kids here... if you want somewhere to hang out, I have a — new place, just for kids only. Let me know if you would like to come in, and I'll give you directions, or take you there. We have 'video-games' there, and I like them a lot. Especially Pac-Man. And comic books, and candy, and soda... Things like that. It could be... fun. 

[OOC: There might be a log later this month for the kid hang-out! If you want to hit that later just let her know you're interested in hanging out there, and you'll be good to go. If you have anything you have in mind that doesn't fit the bill here, just hit me up at simpledog at plurk! Also, feel free to run into her on floor 10 of the community building. ♥]
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[personal profile] ragnarsson
[So it looks like a familiar face has returned after a couple of weeks away. He's only been gone a short time, but it's clear more time has passed for Ivar. He's aged about a year, maybe two, and his hair is different. But there's some things that never change. His eyes are still angry and sharp, missing nothing around him, and he has a look on his face like he's contemplating murdering everyone in Riverview. It's quite possible he's gotten crazier and more unstable. in his time away.]

I always knew I'd make it back here. Something about it made it inevitable. You all really should just learn I'm always right and not question my judgment.

[Oh yes, his arrogance has only gotten greater. That's what happens when you win almost every battle as the teenage leader of an army. Also, it appears the video is being filmed from an unusual angle for him, almost like he's standing up rather than sitting down.]

So if I've missed anything of vital importance, feel free to tell me, but I've got some catching up to do with people.
ragnarsson: ([17.23] Done listening to you)
[personal profile] ragnarsson
[The video opens up with Ivar sitting on the edge of his bed, phone recording in one hand, and a knife being fiddled around with in the other. It's clear he's got something on his mind.]

So it turns out if you properly motivate people, they can get that portal fixed up to get you back home.

[It's best not to ask what motivation that was, but Ivar being Ivar, most everyone watching can probably figure it out.]

I'm going back home for a while to take care of some unfinished business. I left in the middle of a war and I need to see that through before I come back. [He pauses.] And don't bother trying to talk me out of this, I've already made up my mind. I'll see you all in two weeks.

[He waves goodbye with the knife and then cuts the video. Looks like the Quarantine has a reprieve from the crazy Viking for the next fourteen days. But he'll be back. Ivar's far too tough to do something as basic as dying back in his home world.]
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[personal profile] almightiness
TEXT | BURNER PHONE | USERNAME: ALLMIGHT

Text one:

HELLO CITIZENS OF RIVERVI EW! I HOPE YOUR AFTERNOON HAS BEEN TREATING YOU WELL. I WANTED TO ASK, OUT OF GENERAL CURIOSITY: HOW MANY 'HEROES' OR 'SUPERHEROES' ARE IN THIS TOWN? I HAVE RAN INTO A FEW, AND I MUST SAY, I MUST GET TO KNOW MY FELLOW DEFENDERS AND WARRIORS OF JUSTICE. IT'S IMPORTANT TO MINGLE, ISN'T IT? HAHA!

Text two:

HELLO CITIZENSD! I HAVE BEEN GIVEN SOM E BOXES OF COOKIES BUT I AM WATCHING M Y FIGURE!! WOULD ANYONE LIKE SOME OF THEM? THEY ARE SNICKERDOODLES!! SORRY FOR THE CAPSLOCKS, IT IS TOO HARD TO SWITCH BACK AND FORTH, MY FINGERSS ARE TOO BIG FOR THE KEEYSS!!

Text three:

CITIZENS, IT IS I, ALL MIGHT. I WOULD LIKE TO MAKE SURE N OBODY FEELS LONELY!! IF YOU NEED SOMEONE TO GO SEE A MOVIE WITH, DO LET ME KNOOW, I AM HAPPY TO TAKE TIME OUT OF THE DAAY TO ACCOMPANY YOU. I HAVE LESS WORK TO DO HERE, YOU SEE! AND MENTAL HEALTH ANDD HAPPINESS IS IMPORTANT!! LETS HAVE LUNCH!

Text four:

HELLO CITIZENS! I APOLOOGIZE FOR THE PERSON-SHAPEDD HOLE IN ONE OF THE COMMUNITY HALLWAAYS. SOMEONE HAD BEEN SCREAMING AND I ASSUMED THEY WERE IN DANGER, BUT IT WAS JUST A VERY SPOOKY SPIDER. THE CIVILIAN AND THE SPIDER ARE NOT HARMED!!!

Text five:

IF SOMEONE HAS RECENTLY LOST A KITTEN BY THE NAME O F 'GARBANZO BEAN', I HAVE HIM IN MY POSSESSION. THERE IS A NAME TAG BUT NO NUMBER ATTACHED.
HE IS VERY HAPPY AND HEALTHY AND IS USING MY COUCH AS A SCRATCHING POST, PLEASE LET ME KNOW AN OWNER IF YOU CAN. ΣΣ(゚Д゚;)



Text six:

WHAT IS A SUGARDADDY?

[ALL MIGHT NO]

Action. | Toshinori Yagi, the skinny, undercover civilian man.



[There is a skinny, concerned man of about 7'3" standing in the local superstore, in the pet food section, with his hands full of various cat toys. And apparently the source of his misery is trying to figure out which of these twenty different kinds of cat food would be good for the young Mr. Bean residing in his private apartment. Look, toys are easy. But diets? Toshinori is more than familiar with the difficulty of a well-balanced diet!

OH THE HUMANITY, WILL HE EVER ESCAPE THIS CAT HELL.]
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[personal profile] likeacoupon
Okay, I did the 'getting-used-to-this-place' thing and I have two questions.

First, where can I buy or borrow a bike. [She'll borrow one and live life pokemon style if she has too.] I'm already getting tired of walking everywhere.

[Willa doesn't make it clear if she's talking about a motorcycle or a bicycle. She's not that picky and either would do. However, she has very little to no experience driving a motorcycle but she's sure she could figure it out.]

Question number two. [She holds up two fingers and holds them in front of the screen.] What did you guys all do before you arrived here? Is it the same as what you do now? Be it jobs or hobbies or whatever.

[Anyone can respond or not, but Willa wants to meet more of the people here and see what kind of crowd she's dealing with. From the small sample she's run into, it's certainly an eclectic bunch.]
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[personal profile] smokedout
[This is another one of those posts where Dodger starts off playing music without explaining anything. The song he plays in particular is a slow tune, earnest and emotional. His voice is gruff from lack of use, or perhaps his perpetual hangover, but he's still a talented musician at the end of the day. The guitar he's playing has stickers on it that some may recognize as fan merchandise for Eichi Tenshouin, and a malinois with a black and purple collar is sleeping with its head on his knee during the song.

When the song ends, he sits there quietly for a while before reaching to light a cigarette. He snaps his fingers to light them, and uses that in place of a lighter. Another pause, before he finally speaks.
]

I'm 26 today. And sure, I was gonna make this the unholy mess you were all hoping for, but fuck it, y'know? What's the point of acting like I'm better than anyone else if I don't even believe it...

I'm not planning any sorta celebration. Won't say no to presents. Guessing no one cares enough, though, right? Whatever. No one's looking at this.

[Welcome to the pity party, population: Dodger.]
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[ When the video clicks on, Yuri is sitting back, frowning a little, one eye shadowed by the long fall of his blond hair, lips pursed thin. Sighing softly, he glances down, off screen for a moment, expression softening. Probably looking at one of the cats, before his gaze clips back up. He's propped up against the couch in his and Otabek's apartment, the sweater hanging off him obviously not one of his own. But what was the point of being boyfriends if you couldn't steal their comfy sweaters? ]

So. Awhile back, the portal people showed up at my door. [ His lips purse tighter still, something conflicted in his expression, before he shifts his grasp on his phone, the camera shaking and jostling appropriately as he switches from one hand to the other. When it settles again, Yuri has slumped even deeper into the couch, and Potya's ear can be seen in the lower corner of the camera's view, Yuri's free hand absently, softly stroking between her ears. ]

They said I could go home, and maybe it'll piss some people here off- but I said no. [ He scowls then, tilting his head back a little, as if just daring anyone to say shit about his decision. It was his, after all. ] It's not all bad here, I don't always understand all of the bitching and moaning and whining you people do about it. Nobody has turned up so much as a speck of evidence in the year I've been here to say there was anything malicious about our arrival, no one purposefully worked to kidnap us. So I think it's time some of you pulled that wad of knotted panties out of your ass and took off your tinfoil hats. Sometimes an inter-dimensional accident is just that, and not the plot to invasion of the body snatchers or some shit like that.

[ He rolls his visible eye, blowing out a breath and huffing his bangs back, giving a brief glimpse of the other, before his hair falls back into place. ]

So anyway. I'm curious- if you were told you could go home tomorrow... would you do it? Or would you stay a little while longer? Do you think I made a mistake?

[ Yuri stops petting Potya, dropping his head on his hand and staring at the camera for a moment longer. He doesn't really give a shit whether or not people think he made a mistake; he's happy with his decision. He's just a little curious what other people out there think. ]
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[The camera turns on, and shows these babies -


- before moving to show Lup's face.

She has a bit of flour on her nose.]


I call them 'Lupcakes'. This is prime Flour Up Desserts advertising, obviously.

[She grins and settles the phone at a good angle.]

Frosting's got some spice in it, like those red candies. I'm offering some taste-testing free of charge if you tell me a good story.

...or for any tips on really good napping spots. We elves might not need to sleep like you poor chums, but chagirl's got priorities next month and like half of it is gonna be naps.

[She's so into getting a real body, okay? This vessel was great but undeath is shit for snoozing.]
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[personal profile] starfortress
I've never seen so many animals in all my life. Where I'm from, there's no wildlife. None. This place is amazing. [ playing the part. be calm, paige. you'll find your way.]  Although, I'm feeling wobbly as a mother Gorgybird.

[ it's the best thing she can think to say, that might attract the attention of anyone in the Resistance. it's not quite the most accurate signal but it's good enough for this situation.]

Does anyone know where I can see or find more?
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[personal profile] wingedman
video; open

[The video takes place in a living room, with all the furniture pushed up against the walls to leave a wide open space in the middle of the room. A circle about six feet wide is marked off with blue painters' tape, and a number of small mice in eclectic homemade clothing are clustered around different spots outside the circle and cheering, waving small banners, flags, and other miscellany in either red or blue. Although the cheers are indistinct, it's clear that it's actual language, rather than simple mouse squeaking.

In the center of the circle, two roombas hum and maneuver around each other. Each vacuum has four balloons in either red or blue, and knives are duct-taped to the front of them. In addition, there's a small team of mice clad in their respective colors on each roomba. Somehow, they're steering them, although it's not completely evident how.

As the video goes on, the roombas pop their balloons - red starts out with a clear advantage, taking out two balloons in quick succession, but blue manages to stave them off for a time, long enough to catch up. Blue pulls ahead, followed by a tie, but ultimately, red succeeds in eliminating their competition's balloons first. Somehow, all of this is done without injury to the mice, although there are a few close calls, and occasionally competition will pause to switch new riders in.

At the end, the gleeful red fans swarm in and present their winning team with an assortment of cookies, cheese, and crackers, a few young mice mopping sweat from spiked fur with small towels.]


text; closed to Sam's CR among the Marvel casts

Anyone want a splinter colony of mice? Seriously, I've got, like, fifty of them, and I need to get rid of a few. They'll be happy to find new homes, I promise. They're well-behaved, you just have to remind them of the rules sometimes, and you can always bribe them with food. They just want to have people to hang around and worship, so, uh, you'll find them singing songs about you and having weird rituals and festivals about minor things in your life, but they're cute little bastards.

Also, if anyone's looking for a place to live, let me know. Or if you want to help me cook brunch on Sundays, because man, I can't cook food for everyone who shows up by myself.



[ooc: In case anyone's curious, this happens to be a colony of Aeslin mice from Seanan McGuire's Incryptid books.]