17 July 2014 @ 09:48 pm
[ Your resident 19th century cynic is overdue for an introduction. But, in his defense, it's taken him a while to figure out how the hell to use a smartphone-- there are a lot of things to get used to for him here, okay?

The first thing that appears is his dark eyebrows knitted together in a face that's obviously puzzled but intelligent looking. He's rather enjoyed the challenge of tinkering with this thing, and he shows a triumphant smile when he realizes he's done it. ]

Wonderful. A strange piece of equipment, but nonetheless remarkable.

[ Clearing his throat. ]

Hello, all of you unwilling citizens of this terrible place. You may call me Grantaire. I suppose this is an introduction of sorts since I have only arrived a few short weeks ago and this is, I'm sure, the first time many of you have seen me. I appeal to you because I'm looking for some... [ he hesitates over the word "friends," but he's not sure he qualifies for that endearment amongst some his group from home. ]

...acquaintances of mine from my previous life, who I've been told are on board but I have not met in this vast place as of yet. Given the violent and, apparently, tumultuous nature of existence we seem to be in here, I think I should find them before the next "jump" sees fit to do away with them. Odd, isn't it? How fleeting everything is. Well, at least we have use of these to find each other; it's certainly a helpful tool.

[ Tapping his screen emphatically as he speaks. The communicator makes an electronic noise as the camera turns around and back to him, making his eyes widen with surprise. He raises his hands away from it, afraid of making another error. ]

...My apologies, I'm still trying to master the use of it. I won't bother you all any more, in any case. Should you have met anyone by the name of Bahorel or Combeferre, please inform me. Or if you are one of them listening here, that would make this exceptionally easy.

[ With a smirk, the feed ends. He did figure that bit out well enough. The big red circle was certainly eye catching. ]
17 July 2014 @ 08:02 pm
[When the vid feed clicks on, there's a nice view of Lucifer's face, silhouetted by the raging fire in the lounge behind him. Never say that the Devil doesn't know how to put on a show.]

There's something that hasn't been sitting well with me, so let me see if I've got it all straight.

[His tone is light and conversational, and he taps his chin with one finger contemplatively.]

We were pulled here to the middle of nowhere, space against our will, heading towards destinations unknown with only the word of the captain that we'll be able to return from whence we came. They branded us like animals. Took things from us, in some cases.

[Like his own, for example. His Grace has been pared down like an overgrown tree until he could fit within the confines of an inferior vessel without burning through.

There is a muffled shout from somewhere behind him.]

Personally, I find this to be a little rude.

[Thanks for the input, Satan.]

I suppose there are a few ways to approach this sort of situation, but I'm not really one to work through passive means. Just a personal preference, of course, I've just always been disposed towards being more... direct. Really, in instances like these, I think it's important for all parties involved to communicate in a clear, succinct manner, so everyone understands each other.

[And, apparently, Satan's idea of a 'clear, succinct manner' is the liberal application of fire.]

Consider this my formal complaint.

[He cuts off the feed.]
30 December 2013 @ 09:45 pm
[Cesare is a man who's better in motion than in writing and he knows this, having perched his camera on his desk so that he can match his viewer's gaze, a glass of wine in his hand and his lips curled into the smallest of smiles out of courtesy.]

Tranquility. For those of you who do not know, my name is Cesare Borgia. I come from Rome and, back in Italy, when it is hot, we offer ourselves distraction. Fortunately, I have seven.

[He reaches down and lifts a bottle of wine to the desk in front of him. The Cyllene had been a death trap but at least it had some form of silver lining to it, primarily the opportunity to loot and stockpile good quality alcohol.]

I am in possession of six more bottles and intend to share them in the gardens in two days time. Ladies, lords, I would have you drink with me. Drinking is always better with comrades and I would hate to do so in solitude.

For propriety's sake, there will also be music, dancing and cards to occupy the mind should boozing not satisfy and the evening is open to anyone who wishes to visit. Those whom I already know, you are invited. Those I do not, you are even more encouraged to attend.

Locked to Sirius;

Signor Black, I hope that you will pay us a visit. I am sure that everyone, including myself, would be very pleased to see you there.

[A trap? Almost certainly, but Cesare has asked nicely.]
01 December 2013 @ 09:34 pm
[ Grantaire makes a point of clearing his throat right into the device. ] A-hem. Is there a meaning, do you think, to the items we find in our lockers? If some can find a language in flowers, then surely our gifts must provide a wide vocabulary. I've received nothing since my first jump but from it was an exquisitely adequate bottle of brandy and a deck of my best cards. What does this say? I have gone over these clues for months, and yes, I've found my answer. For once, I will allow Scotus to peek his head and say, "Pluralitas non est ponenda sine necessitate." That is right, I must indulge myself in every mixture of alcohol I can attain—which I am well on my way to doing, if I may say—and find a group with which I may gamble, as well as goods that will make it worthwhile.

Now, solely to fulfill my given purpose, who will accompany me in this? I have cards, but I will also accept dominoes, dice, whatever foreign method you could desire. My only request is that we play honorably, or the spirit shall desert us. [ Was this entirely to ask for gambling partners?? Yes. ]
12 November 2013 @ 11:08 pm
[There are several seconds of heavy breathing. Ethan tries to speak once and fails. He'd been so ready for death, and here he is, apparently whole and relatively healthy. But there was the poison. 60 minutes on the dot and he blinked and--now he's here, with no Shaun in his arms. He doesn't remember moving. He must have died.

It's the only explanation, really. He's died, just like his other self told him he would and now he's here and his soul is getting mixed up with other people's souls because there's a memory in his head that isn't his own.

He tries to speak again and succeeds this time, though his voice shakes.]

Is this--is this hell?

[He sounds caught between petrified and resigned, like he thinks he deserves it. Which he does.]

I know...I know it won't make a difference, but for what it's worth, if there'd been another way I would've taken it.
19 September 2013 @ 11:24 pm
[Like the rest of you, this woman looks sleep deprived and possibly a little bit deranged. Her eyes are glassy, she seems a little fidgety, as though she's anxiously awaiting something. Anything. A few deep breaths, and she finally stops staring blankly forward and speaks.]

I have a very important question. Very. I'd appreciate any help you can provide.

[Another pause.]

What does "love" mean to you? And what does it feel like? Rapturous? Terrifying? It's a concept to me, nothing more. I've been curious, though. And now that we're all half-incapacitated and sharing things...

[Her attention span seems to weaken for a moment, and she looks away at the wall...]

Also, if anyone knows how to cook something manly, I'd like your help with that, as well.
01 August 2013 @ 11:41 pm
[Here is Enjolras, lounging in a room that is -- not his, judging by the piles of readers scattered around. He rummages around underneath himself for a moment, finally removing a reader and settling back with a somewhat pleased noise; then turns his attention to the camera, fixing it with an earnest look.]

Bonsoir. Several of you aboard this ship may have become acquainted with my friends and I. At home, we had a group dedicated to talk of politics, law, sometimes culture -- all sorts of things, really. I thought of starting the same sort of thing here. If you would be amenable to it, I am told there will be a party celebrating the recent arrival of one of our friends sometime soon. We might try and implement this group there, it is as good a time as any.

If you wish to come, you may let me know here, or ask for Enjolras, Combeferre, or Courfeyrac. Any one of us can surely answer your questions, if there is interest.
09 July 2013 @ 11:58 pm
[ And it all came down to this: ]

can't say i've met that many of you, not even close to half
but i'm September.
we have met, in a way, i'm sure.

[ There's a long, long, long pause before he reconnects with video. Perhaps some hesitation and reconsideration. That long pause for a breath and teeth gritting.

After all, it wouldn't mean anything if he couldn't admit to his mistake through his own words. With his own voice. ]

Well, and I... [ Blue eyes shift to the left. Perhaps he prepared for this? Squinting at his 'script'? ] I haven't been perfectly honest with all of you.

[ ...

And another. He clenches a hand. Uncertain what to do with himself. How to sit or look or keep his face looking this way. His tone.

I'm what you could call... a... Dream Eater? [ Yes, this tone is funny. He sounds uncertain about the title. ] I've been deceiving many of you. It's... a bit difficult to explain, but I've [ JEEZno, he rubs at his face before he blurts out the final piece. A little hiccup: ] I'VE BEEN invadinginvading many of your dreams without permission.

[ Silence. ]

And eating them. 

[ Christ. ]

Enjoying them too, I suppose. Acting out people. Twisting things around. Finding out things that I have no right to. It's not surprising to have the tiniest bit of memory about my face. At least that.

I apologize for... my... behavior... and I'm sorry. [ September looks directly at the screen. How was that, Thranduil? ]

( ooc: Feel free to handwave September-dream interactions all you want with conversations! o/ )
so hey, honesty & philosophy hour

if it's true what they say, and none of us remember our time here after we've left

are we even really here?

what i mean is, does it matter what we do here if we don't remember it?
01 July 2013 @ 11:24 pm
Audentes fortuna iuvat.

Does fortune favors us, Tranquility?

Caesar himself was quite devoted to boldness and fortune; alea jacta est he said and the goddess of fortune favored him for many years.

in the end, she did not. it is a tricky thing, fortune and quite a riddle to guess.

[ that aside ]

An assistance is needed! For baking a cake to a friend whom I favor greatly and who, I decided, celebrates his birthday today.
23 June 2013 @ 07:48 pm
You know, minus the pirates - this place isn't that different from home. It even has met the the 'fearing for your life' quota.

Except, you know, I don't have work to do like I did back there. Making this place seems almost like a weird space vacation straight out of just about every sci-fi I've seen.

Never thought that I'd actually miss some of the people from home.

Anyway - I guess I can be helpful in some manner of speaking. What do people with almost no skills actually do around here?

I'm tempted to just go get drinks again.

Drinks are good.
13 June 2013 @ 06:28 pm
[ anderson has come to terms with her presence here in as much as she can. there's a minimum level of information she's gathered from the guide, the network, peoples' minds. accept that which you cannot change, prioritize, move on; those are the principles she's been operating on for the time being.

so she faces the screen now, expression and voice even.
] We’re all from different worlds. I know that there are different justice systems in many of them. [ there’s a brief pause, a swallow. the hall of justice has been her home for a long time, being a judge is what she’s always wanted. the role of judges in her world is important, it’s necessary. she doesn’t want to see their reputation sullied by a comparison, but she wants to know this. ] Tell me about them?

[ ooc; annd a permission post for her too! ]
10 June 2013 @ 04:44 pm
This is quite a craft.

( the attached voice is feminine, ~*~dark~*~, and colored with an impossible to place (vaguely russian, but... not......) high fantasy accent! she also sounds just slightly detached from current proceedings ― like this pants shittingly terrifying transdimensional jaunt is something she's observing from an outsider's perspective, not her own. )

Not to my tastes, I'm afraid; a man could shred himself on this architecture, and your Tranquility exudes anything but. Still, I'm certain it could be worse. ( KNOCK KNOCK. this is someone rapping their knuckles on some sort of metallic surface. ) She's quite sturdy. Better a well built mausoleum than the alternative.

( hardy har. a beat. )

Your guides mention hostile creatures, but not the breed. I would hear of them, if you'll indulge me; their appearance, their behavior, where they roam, how often they've been seen.

Call it grim curiosity.