Entries tagged with wilee

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№9 - Video. Anonymous source.

[ This is new.

A shadowed figure sits before you, Tranquility. Very poor lighting, perhaps done purposely, but you are able to see the face. Well, the mask. ]

Familiar? [ The voice asks, pointing to the familiar face of Sherlock Holmes. Ooh, look at those cheekbones.

( ... Is that a crown on his head? Hmm, must be a fake. )

Not the usual pitch of your loving Consulting Criminal, completely distorted and taken at lower tone. Like a growl. He's taken his precautions and the outlined form appears very steady.

Calmed. ]

This is all very odd, this. [ The audio continues to fluctuate at various points. ]

There's this very small moment between "dandy" and "oh no" around here. [ He demonstrates with the spacing between his thumb and index finger. ] I'm right... there. See that space? It's terribly cramped.

Some people just continue their merry way around here, cover from horrors. Continue to keep themselves mundane, bustle through their very oh-life-is-complicated problems. Dull, boring, dullllll. Dull, full, bull!

It's all very annoying. Life. The routine. The quiet. God, the lot of you... I would enjoy a good waltz before the dip. Maybe I would even let go? Plop! Gurgle!

[ A laugh, scratching at the audio until it cuts off, just for a moment. ]

My, that was very rude.

It was very mean of me, you know? Leaving him in the pool. Christ, he just wouldn't shut up. Laughing. Laughing. Laughing. He just laughed and I just wanted to...

You know. And I did. Good. Cute, but the clingy type. I mean, who even wears a scarf at a pool party? Ri-di-cu-lous.

[ A sting of irritation sways in the mysterious voice. Something about to snap until both hands clasp together, the start of a new topic: ]

This is the point I ask: "Why is a raven like a writing desk?"

( ooc: Moriarty is a little cray cray atm!

Hit me up on Plurk or PM if you want to go over something, like those special few who are able to connect that it's THAT GUY FROM THE JUMP!!!

And go crazy trying to find the source~ Attention is adored! )

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11 | the words you scribbled on the wall with the loss of friends you didn't have

Tranquility.

[ Chase's voice is hollow, face void of emotion. She's addressing her communicator by holding it up and pointing it at her face, somewhere in one of the hallways. Slowly, her lips turn to a frown. ]

The walls are painted red, but not with blood. There are three--past. Present. Future. More line the walls but these are the focus, these are what's meant to be. It's Tranquility.

[ Her lips quirk, though through the entire thing she doesn't blink but if you look quickly, there's a flash of purple in her eyes. ]

There's a cross, there's man on a cross and then there's whispers. Keep your secrets and guard them well. There's no violence, only in the paintings, but just in case--just in case. Don't speak to the walls, the walls can hear.

[ Heaven's Fence Encryption 100% - Tyke, Captain Kirk, Spock, Tony Stark, Neal. ]
Some of you told me to contact you before this. I felt a warning was appropriate to the general crew.

Neal told his secrets and now they know. They never forget. [ She clears her throat, and, finally, her gaze falls downwards, finally blinking. ]

Mr. Smiley is not part of the Tranquility. But he's laughing as he paints them and there's--there's...

It's not just machinery in holes. Not just parts. Mind the gap, the gap might bite back. [ Even if she doesn't understand it, she figures it bears explaining. ]

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{ VIDEO } ♆ 003

[ he's outside of the Oxygen Gardens which means the lighting is pretty awful but not as bad as the rest of the ship because he's in the first hallway away from it. he wanted to get out of the center of all the noise. mostly, what's coming into view is what he's wearing. his jumpsuit zipped just above his breastplate and a terribly bright orange t-shirt under said suit. but thanks Jon Snow, he took your advice to heart straight from the network without saying anything. layer up. no way no how was he leaving anything he might need in his bedroom; his greaves are on his legs too.

and then his hand where he's lopsidedly angling the camera (whoops), waiting for the screen to load up and soothing Mrs. O'Leary at his side, hand at the scruff of her neck, scratching and petting. ]

Some of you know me but a lot of you don't. I'm Percy, and for anyone who missed it: [ he pans the camera off of him and steps back, and back and back and back. until his hellhound that's relatively the size of their presumed only living dinosaur on board is completely in view. ] This is Mrs. O'Leary.

Now you're probably thinking, sure, that's great but we're in the middle of an emergency so take your hellhound and sit down. But I do have a point. [ and that's when he takes the comm back and flips it over, where he can stare it down. ] Being what she is, she has a way of getting in and out of the cabins - or any room - without using the doors. She doesn't need them. That said, I want to offer our help.

[ she nudges his elbow, looms at his side and almost makes him drop the comm in her eagerness to smell it. ] Easy, girl.

We're willing to retrieve anyone trapped in their rooms for as long as she's able and anything we can find while we're there that looks like it'd help keep the rest of you warm. Everything else you might need isn't going anywhere if the door's sealed up tight, so it can wait.

And just in case anyone goes there, I'm not sitting tight and staying out of it. That's not even near the table.

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[ and now a quick PSA from someone that's learned the hard way: ]

something's wrong with the doors! don't leave your room unless you absolutely have to, and if you HAVE to, bring everything you need with you, because I'm locked out and as far as i can tell, so is mostly everybody else that's stuck on my floor. my roommate's inside but she can't open the door for me either just wanted to get this out there on the network. PLEASE be smart and only leave your room if you know you won't need to get back in. take your stuff with you, whatever you can carry or fit in your pillowcase.

[ also open for action, for anyone stuck out on the first floor, and Mr. Jake English~ ]

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is there such a thing as space fleas
or fleas in space

this is an idle question of curiosity by the way don't assume the worst
but are there
are there tiny fleapods or could they survive without thanks to resilience

[toooootally an idle question because admitting to fleas is a. very nearly admitting to a certain doggishness that is yet mostly a secret and b. tantamount to admitting to having an STD. and there are no fleas in space! right!]

and as everyone is so readily sharing their sweets from home via this network these days i propose a holiday be added to the metaphorical unwritten Tranqulity calendar
let this be known as the month of sweet giving
let us all share freely of our sweets/gifts/&c
peace on earth, goodwill to those with pudding
i'll go first

[though ~~Siriusly~~ seriously, spacefriends, you might want to beware this particular pudding, it comes enchanted and loaded with nasty pranks... but if you want to be a guinea pig of enchanted food, feel free to volunteer.]

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oo7 ♫ text

say you love someone more than anything, and thinking about them helps you get through every day while you're stuck, say, on a haunted evil spaceship

and then they do something horrible to you

do you forgive it or do you move on? and if you move on what will you think about then?

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003; voice

[Blake's jumping right in today; if he's still feeling any aftereffects from Silent Hill, it's not evident in his voice.]

Sorry for the delay on the basketball club. For those who missed it the first time, or are new this jump, I was thinking about starting up an intramural basketball club, if there's enough interest. No experience necessary; I'm willing to teach anyone who wants to give it a try. I was thinking of meeting up three days from now, in the gym on floor 009, at 1200 hours if that works for everyone.

As a side note, does anyone have electric clippers?

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[ when she sees Moran with his rifle, strutting down the hallway like he's all that and a bag of sliced bread with potato chips, Wichita knows that he is up to Absolutely No Good. she can just tell. so naturally, she follows, maybe hoping to discover some blackmail material, or something she could make fun of him for later on when he least expects it. you know, the usual. but after a while ( where the hell are they going? ) she gets bored, and turns on her communicator. she switches the video feed to show ( kind of ) what she's looking at, which is Moran making his way through the hallways, her ~~stalking~~ casually following him a few yards behind.

when she talks, it's in a dramatic stage whisper. ]

Oi viewers! You've just tuned in for another cracking good episode of Wild Safari Adventures With Sebastian Moran. This week, we follow the wild Maroonie into uncharted territories! [ nah let's not try for an accent here. she laughs, as quietly as she can, then starts again. ] No, but seriously. I know this is creepy as shit, but this guy's been creepy as shit too, so it evens out.

[ Moran has his rifle balanced rather jauntily on his shoulder, but his ears are tuned into Wichita's entire commentary and his mood is slowly souring. Thanks, Wichita. He sounds nothing like that. He gives an exasperated sigh and eyes her over his shoulder. Gurl, you in trouble now. ]

I've heard sneakier footsteps from an elephant. An especially large one. With a limp. Have nothing better to do with your time, then?

( --hup! Discovered. )

[ooc: the cut is ooc, just to save your flist. UM. Moran is ORANGE, Wichita is BLUE. replies will come from both once Hannah wakes up again and Moran is done, um, running. have made plans for someone to come pick her up, but she'll be talking ( kinda! ) to anybody that answers. i'll include random notes in the tags as we go. idek.

BUT YEAH. YAY GUN RANGE! underneath all this ridiculousness, the ship's actual gun range has been discovered! Wichita will give directions once she's got medical attention. :D ]

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SON OF A BITCH!

[Surely no one on the Tranquility has motion sickness. If you do, sorry about the view you're getting of a very shaky camera feed of Wilee pedaling as his life depended on it down the halls of the ship, cutting sharp corners like a pro. It's obvious he's scared out of his wits by something. Maybe it's Smiley, finally showing up in person. Maybe it's some space monster that somehow managed to get on the ship. Maybe it's...

...an angry turkey. Well, that explains the fear. That shit is scary. It looks angry as it flaps its wings and chases after Wilee, no matter how fast he pedals. Fuck you, human on a bike. It wants to peck your eyes out.]

WHY ARE YOU CHASING ME? I WILL TURN YOU INTO A SANDWICH, SWEAR TO GOD. I'M TIRED OF SHIT COMING AFTER ME.

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01; v i d e o.

[ The feed starts. ]

Hey, this is September. Please don't dissect me, thanks.

[ The feed ends.

It starts again several hours later. The boy appears shaken up, actually shaking his head at the screen as he readjusts his posture. His partner's next echoing words: "No one is out to get you, you moron." Apparently he remembered that small lecture over this short range of time, so here he is again. He rubs at his neck that appears pink from pinching. Making E N T I R E L Y sure this still isn't a dream, it seems. Or something worse.

So, he tries to fix his small stumble there. ]

Right, I was kidding before. Hah. Okay, I'm September and don't attack me. Thank you. [ That works, right? ]

( P.S. Permissions post for dream eating, thanks! )

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[while he's been trying his best not to fall back on old habits, it takes more effort than he'd like to actually keep this one a video feed. those familiar faces that'd turned up during all those hallucination definitely doesn't help. not that he shows it. much.]

So, question time.

[he holds up a finger. no not that one.]

Do we know who the fuck is responsible for that fog shit we were stuck dealing with the other week? Cause I know I'm not the only one around here who could've done without it.

[and another, with a quick glance to something just off-camera.]

Science-types out there. Anyone capable of recreating- I don't know what the fuck you'd call it. A wax compound. I need more of it, and I don't have the supplies here to do it.

[aaand a third. but at least this is the last one.]

And you people who pulled weapons duty. Got a minute? Stark, you too.

[he reaches forward then to disconnect, but instead opts to flick the feed over to a private one. time to do a quick check in first.]

[locked to katniss]

Still standing?

[see. nice and quick.]

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[Look at this asshole and his bike, sitting on the floor near the eleventh wave kitchen. He's bruised up, but bandaged, arm wrapped protectively around his torso, and he's peering at a bike that's been turned upside down with a twisted front wheel, spokes broken off in various directions. It's hard trying to fix this thing with only one hand and no tools and it's obvious Wilee isn't going to get anywhere with it.

Idiot.

Finally, it occurs to him to ask for help, because duh, that is what the devices are for. Might as well use them. So with his good hand, the one not wrapped with gauze and tape, Wilee picks up the communicator and stares into easily. Good thing he's from current times and know how to use a cell phone.]

Hey. Does anybody have a spoke wrench around here? And what happens at home while we're here?

[Because that second question definitely has sometime to do with bike repair.]