Crowley
07 May 2012 @ 03:46 pm
It's been a rather interesting time on the ark, hasn't it?

People getting circulated through the halls like mice enduring the wheel, hostile take-overs by blue bobble-headed bastards, and now demons. My my. What will they think of next?

No, really, what is our host with the most up to?

I'm sure our fearless leaders are scratching their brains trying to come up with a solution for this conundrum, and our techdarlings are digging away day and night. Some have even offered souls up to the so-called angel in hopes of getting some illusion of security; I really do hope those investors are enjoying their purchase of contentment until the next jump.

Before anyone asks, though: no, this is not another cry for answers or an offer for a solution. I'm not much of one for repetition.

Actually, I'm taking bets for after the jump. Anyone interested? Currency here comes in many forms, so let's not dig to deep in our pockets to consider if that ball of lint was once something like a coin. Those toffees you've been pinching from the kitchen will do. Maybe.

Private 100% to Yoite )
 
 
Kurt Hummel
07 May 2012 @ 09:03 pm
[Kurt's looking a bit nervous and frazzled today--though honestly, it's hard for him to remember a time in which he hasn't been. When he speaks, his voice is hesitant and even more high-pitched than usual.]

Ah, hello. So-- [He clears his throat.] I-it's been almost a month now since my arrival, and as you might expect, I've learned quite a bit. For instance, of the, ah--the existence of demons, and werewolves, and--er, trolls. [He really doesn't know the proper terms to use, and he flushes a bit, hoping dearly he hasn't just offended anyone.]

I--I don't mean to single anyone out, but I'm just a bit curious-- What other sort of, um, people are here? You don't need to tell me if you don't want to, I just... I'd like to educate myself a little. In my world, there--well, people are quite limited. There isn't any magic or--or demonic possession, if you will. To meet humans who can do extraordinary things, or extraordinary non-human people... It's really rather fascinating, I think.

So... If anyone would like to share anything about themselves or their worlds, I'd really love to know.

[A pause, and he adds under his breath:] Um... There aren't...vampires here, are there?
 
 
Jᴀᴍᴇs "Jɪᴍ" Mᴏʀɪᴀʀᴛʏ ♚
07 May 2012 @ 09:36 pm
Ay-up Tranquility! I hope you all had a cozy nap, but it's time to shake up that cranium.

Keep your eyes wide. Cheers! xx

S


 
Answer:|___________ (ENTER)
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Az bu dt pc ht rn fo ho hW
(ooc: Audio translates into (.... --- .-- -.. --- .. .--. .-.. .- -.-- ..--..)
Once you get the message in that, there's a part two... Hint is in the post. Another hint, it deals with past conversation between Jim and someone else. If you need help, OR JUST WANT THE ANSWER, Plurk me up. I'll post it on here soon, unless someone else figures everything out!

oop you saw nothing

SOLUTION: Morse code translates into... "How do I play?"
Next hint is "keep your eyes wide." Highlighting this post and you will see
Answer:|___________ (ENTER) If you know the answer to the first question [Which I hinted had to do with a past conversation...], your character will type "fair" and click enter. Doing that will trigger...

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Az bu dt pc ht rn fo ho hW

Now, what kind of code is that...? PLAYFAIR CODE! Translates into: "Ev er yo ne is sm il in gX")
 
 
dr. (john) watson
07 May 2012 @ 10:13 pm
[ this is unusual at best, but john watson is the adapting sort. he has to when his best friend (arguably. loathing as he would be to admit it) is sherlock holmes. this is simply part and par for the course. for the most part, he has kept a low profile, asking questions to find out pertinent information. and even figured out how to use this little device. sort of. it's like a handheld typewriter. fascinating.

except he doesn't know it broadcasts out to everyone. w h o o p s. ]


The imagination is a powerful tool.

Except I cannot help but wonder if this is less imagination and more hallucination. Last I remember, I was at home in the study and the next moment--as if reality itself had shifted--I was covered in an unidentifiable substance. Blue in color, nearly gelatinous in texture but washed away cleanly in the showers. No visible harm, no internal damage from what I can assess. Curious, really.

From what I have gathered this is a ship in space. Seems highly far fetched to me. How is a ship able to move through air and no water? Something does not ring right about this place, as if a mystery is unfolding down each strangely dark corridor. Even some odd demon-like possessions as it were. Surely a place worthy to keep Holmes busy for at least a week.


[ on the other end of the device—and he'd INHERENTLY disagree if anyone saw. but there's almost a nostalgic sort of smile that passes over his lips. but then it's gone nearly as quickly as it came. ]

Too bad you have to miss this, old chap.
 
 
ᴅʀ. ʙʀᴜᴄᴇ ʙᴀɴɴᴇʀ ( ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɢᴜʏ )
[ the man over the network looks shabby, a little. run down, like an old shirt that somehow looks worn out no matter how freshly clean it is.

...and he is freshly clean, come to think of it. thanks, blue goo. it's been a thrill.

he stares down at his communicator, mouth tilted in a slightly awkward, out of practice smile. ]


So. This is space, huh? [ one nod, and he purses his lips. ] All right, then.

t e x t ; s.h.i.e.l.d codes )