Entries tagged with marvel (mcu): mantis

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Audio Transmission, un: E.D.I.

[There is a soft buzzing sound, like the staticky noise of speakers taxed beyond their limit. It rises in intensity and pitch until it sputters briefly, and then cuts out. Everywhere that the transmission is accepted a tinny voice scales into the audible range, coming in mid-sentence.]

...ention. Due to unknown anoma... [The transmission briefly fuzzes out, and then back in, several seconds later] ...as sustained catastrophic damage. Please respond. Message repeating on—

[The message, the recording stops. The transmission continues, after a brief pause, but not as if a computer were resuming an automated broadcast. The voice is the same as before, a calm, feminine voice, speaking with a neutral accent, in english.]

Hello, I am EDI. [There is an appropriate pause, as if the speaker needed a moment to gather her wits, or to allow the listeners to do so.] I have some questions.

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HAVE YOU SEEN THIS DOG?

MISSING

Belgian Malinois, approx five months in age, answers to the name "DOMITIUS/DOM."

He is trained not to approach or allow others to approach him when I'm not present. Disappeared from the Perimeter Guard facilities approx four hours ago. Vigorous search of the area has yielded no results.

Reward offered for any information leading to his return.

I would

I would like

I would appreciate it if someone with an understanding of magic might be able to determine if he still exists.

[ OOC NOTE: What happened, basically, is that someone decided Dom looked expensive enough to steal, and drugged and took him. Which means they now have a very angry Belgian Malinois on their hands, or with his teeth sunk into their hands. Feel free to have your character have seen him/heard him, and the more adventuresome could try to catch him. GOOD LUCK. ]

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Video | HAPPY... LATE... BIRTHDAY??? | @p.parker

[The feed is mostly full of textbooks, the spines all turned enough that they're legible; it's math, chemistry, social studies, all the fun things nobody misses from high school. And on the right side of the screen is Peter, sitting with his cheek on his palm and his elbow pressed beside a blank page of paper. He looks kind of sleepy, like he'd just nod off if he didn't have the feed to focus on.]

So I've got this essay I need to write by tomorrow, and I'm having a hard time getting — personal, and all that. The prompt's asking about what inspires you, specifically. [He looks to read it word-for-word:] 'What motivates you in your day to day life?' And I mean, I've got a lot of motivations, but trying to put it to paper is giving me a wicked case of the fogbrain.

[He tucks his pen under his nose, holding it with his upper lip for a moment before letting it fall pitifully to the table. He sighs.]

What motivates you guys? Into doing what you do? What makes you put your shoes on in the morning, huh?

And don't just say 'to avoid stepping on pointy stuff barefoot'. That's a cheap and obvious answer—

[Peter startles violently as birthday music blares behind him, so much so that his pencil goes flying through the air and RIP's somewhere off-screen. Pam the pancake making robot seems to be flying onto the scene in the background with freshly made pancakes and festive lights blinking all over her.

A little lighter arm pops out, preparing to light a lone candle on the stack of flapjacks.

Peter mutters, mortified:]

...I thought I disabled Birthday Mode for repairs...

[He looks back at the robot with his hand pressed to his temple, and clears his throat.]

... Pam, uh. My - my birthday was two days ago. Two days. It's August 10th. And, uh, it's... it's the 12th now.

[Peter watches as the AI seems to try to process this, tapping his finger on the table and thinning his lips at the awkward silence. Pam's little plate-holding robo-arms lower slightly, the generic birthday MIDI file slowing to a depressive stop as the party-themed lights and lighter are shut off together. A pause of nothing. Then she turns and dejectedly wheels away into the community kitchen with her plate of pancakes.]

Wait, Pam — Aw, c’mon, I can still eat them! Hey—

[Peter drops his arms.

... Note to self, fix her internal clock...]

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[ text | posted anonymously ]

[ Maia is unfamiliar with advanced technology, so he checks and double-checks and triple-checks to make sure the message he is posting will not bear his name, before he asks: ]

What would you do with your freedom, if you had it for the first time in your life and never learned how to use it?

[ The question is awkwardly phrased, true, but he really is pretty desperate for advice. One way and another, he's been pent up and under supervision since he was born, and now he doesn't really know how else to be. ]

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video; un: son.ova

All right, what do you kids do for fun around here?

[ Have a very broad man on the network, standing out even more because he's covered head to toe in red leather and has pure white hair. That combination is doing him all the favors. It seems like he's standing outside with the sky against his back. It's a nice enough view, until a bird flies up and tries to land on him. Dante waves at it with one arm. ]

Hey, get outta here. This one's taken.

[ As he shifts to regain his balance, the camera tilts at an angle to show the ground well below the point he's standing on. A smooth stone area is under one boot... apparently Dante is perching on top of one of the park's statues. He might have been better balanced if he weren't wearing a gigantic great sword on his back, but apparently he didn't think of that one. ]

Come on, where are all the good parties? A man like me needs a little excitement. H'oh, yeah, and if you notice anything weird... look me up. You'll know what I mean if you see it.

Name's Dante.

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@captain.eide; video

[The video feed pops onto the network like a fever dream, swaying back and forth, upside down and sideways, with occasional flashes of the walls of a private hospital room, the humming light of a force shield barrier over the door, and a TV in the corner showing a gameshow, a flash of a nurse wearing a breathing mask over her face.

Then, upside down, a face with wide violet eyes and red hair peers into the camera from far, far too close. Just for a moment, before the video feed starts moving jerkily up and down as Sigrun shakes it violently.]

How is this stupid little thing supposed to keep me occupied?!

[It's halfway between plaintive and annoyed, and the nurse can be heard in the background, protesting that she's using it wrong, and Sigrun's loud argument that she 'ISN'T STUPID!' and 'KNOWS WORDS!' before the video cuts out.

...and then cuts back in a few moments later.]

Like this?

[Now it's right side up and Sigrun is staring squarely into the camera, wearing a simple grey scrub top and with her mouth pursed up crookedly, and a skeptical expression on her face.]

Helloooo? I was told there were people to talk to in this thing.

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( video; stark )

[Tony and Loki staring at everyone with shiteating grins on this great fourth of July.]

We’re happy to present the American Eagle. Customized for this very celebration, Captain America’s birthday. It has many features. Note its colourful plumage and the fact that it can sing the national . . . anthem? I believe that is what it called. Though why a nation needs its own song, I know not.

[Tony rolling his eyes.]

Because God Bless America etc etc. Our great nation was created so we may all look upon those asses today.

And since I blessed it last year, I have come again to bless it once more. With this eagle and my continued presence to his ass.
( Poorly made gif under the cut )

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[ text | un: jkent ]

One of the things people don't do often is talk about the good things they've done or have right now. Sometimes being away from home is hard, so sharing helps!

So what's one good thing in your life right now? Yesterday, I got a cat out of a tree! It wasn't very happy but the owner thanked me a lot.

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text; knight.time

aight so
forgive the informality here
ive never done a business proposal before
hold up ignore this

ladies and gentlemen of the business owning variety
i have a proposal for you
and its so highly sought after its like i took twelve of you to an island and pitted you against each other until i picked my fave
only im just kidding
this is for anyone who owns a business that has the capacity to sell shit on my behalf
and lo and behold
its not drugs

i got this show on tv
you might have seen it
we were operating under the title of the dark secrets from the crypt of peewee herman but it didnt roll off the tongue
so we called it sweet bro and hella jeff
or i did
everyone else is a lackey here to do the intricate shading on the ass cheeks of every character
you have to outsource the hard work sometimes
anyway
its surprisingly popular considering the time slot is ass o clock
but apparently thats noon for stoners
so its gaining some sort of traction
riverview weekly called it a confusing cult classic
they also begged me to stop
pending that thought id like to get some merch out there
im not interested in running a store
but if i could set up shop in some local businesses
get some staff wearing some shit
we might have a good thing going

youd get a cut of the profits of course
im not scrooge
and i dont really care about money so much as i care about everyone walking around in my shit

lmk if youre interested
serious proposals only
of the romantic and business kind
whatever floats your boat

check out these samples and think about how much youd like to degrade yourself for some extra cash

snensual~~~~~

eggsotik

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[text] un: mantis!

H

ha

hiiii

hello

Hello??

[mantis! is typing...]

[mantis! is typing...]

HI!!!

[ooc: some spoilers for Guardians Vol 2 within.]