asa ridley
06 December 2012 @ 10:20 am
[ asa usually avoids the video function on the network, if only because he's.. well, extremely shy. it doesn't seem quite polite to do so when addressing the network as a whole, though, especially in this case, when he's planning to offer something that includes a small demonstration.

dressed as modestly as always, his long red hair has been pinned up in a messy bun, small black antlers decorated with green ribbons and tiny silver charms that chime when he bows his head politely. he looks just about as nervous as he always does, though at least he manages a small, tentative smile. ]


Ah-- Hello. [ a slight fidget, a blush rising in his face, golden eyes sliding away from the video slightly. he always feels silly doing this. ]

It was.. suggested to me some time ago that.. that people might.. appreciate my skills, so I thought-- I mean, if it can be useful-- [ he clears his throat, then lifts his palms, cupping them and tilting them toward the camera to show that they're empty. a few moments later, a tiny vine twists out from between his fingers, growing in mere seconds and blooming with a big blue flower of some unknown type. he strokes the petals gently with his fingertips, lowering his hands and glancing up again. by now, he looks like he's seriously two seconds from bolting from the frame. ]

I-- I can do that with any.. any plants. Flowers, herbs, fruits and vegetables-- I can.. maintain large gardens and.. adapt the plants to.. to new conditions. [ his shoulders hunch, ears flattening back, voice growing a little smaller, more hesitant. ] I don't.. know if it can be useful to.. to anyone, but if it can, please don't-- don't hesitate to ask.

[ he reaches out, then, and hastily ends the feed. ]
 
 
翔 | Sho
06 December 2012 @ 01:04 pm
[ The room's pretty dark, even for winter in Exsilium. All that is visible is a small sputtering candle and Sho. He looks like he cleaned himself up a bit - his braids are all neat and his clothing looked like they've been laundered, but he also looks a little paler and there's a slight slur to his words as if he was rather tired.

Spoiler - he's just hungry and being broody. Silly bby vampire that he is. ]


If there was something you could get - like an object or a food - what would it be? Is there something that you would kill for? Or would it be something different? Would you kill for a person? Would you kill to protect?

Or should we just accept how things are and not think of whatifs and could-have-beens?

[ This was going to be an offer to work with the smugglers in bringing goods over from the UE but Sho's train of thought got derailed by other matters. ]
 
 
ℓє ∂ιαвℓє вℓαи¢。
06 December 2012 @ 05:18 pm
( Gambit’s seated at a table somewhere, a generic part of the surroundings that seem familiar enough but are hard to pinpoint. There’s a table in front of him that he has his feet propped up against, and he’s idly shuffling a deck of cards between his hands, over and over. When he glances at the device he flashes it a brash smile. )

Seems like a lot of you post questions here, no? Get what information you can from each other. Good way ta go about things, and it means dat lot’s available for us newer ones comin’ in.

( He pauses, inclines his head. )

But, where I come from, dey say giving has a price. So, I say we do something a bit different. A wager, of sorts, or a deal. I give you somethin’, you give somethin’ back, and no one goes home unhappy.

Well. ‘Cept there’s no “going home,” is there? C'est vrai, I’ve figured out a bit already. So you’ll have ta work hard ta impress.

( Another smile, this time with his lips pursed together. He’s laying the cards out one by one, now. Preparing a game of solitaire, perhaps. )

So, here’s the challenge: tell me something I don’t know. It’ll be worth your while, promise.

( He winks at the screen, half challenging and half inviting. And then he cuts the feed. )
 
 
Edward Elric
06 December 2012 @ 08:24 pm
Hey. Got a question for all of the tech freaks out there. I know there's plenty of you around.

[It isn't the most formal way to start a message, never mind a request - but even so, there's a briskness to his voice that sounds almost business-like.]

Let's say I want to keep an eye on the names that show up on this thing [a couple of relatively loud taps] along with the new people. Is there a way I can set it up so it... [He hesitates for a fraction of a second, but carries on as if he hadn't.] lets me know somehow when a specific name gets added to it? Or any name, that works too. Just out of interest.

Details would help, but a straight yes or no's better than nothing. I'm not exactly expecting any hand-holding here.
 
 
April Ryan
06 December 2012 @ 08:49 pm
[April is sort of flicking through the posts here from everyone. It's what she does instead of, y'know, socialize like a normal person.
Until she comes to the bit about the Masquerade. She remembers that, scoffs a bit at the idea of it being held in the Palace of Versailles, but then she realizes something.]


Now I'm not saying I'm coming to this masquerade thing for pleasure, alright? Parties were never my thing. [Pff, yeah right.] I do want to learn more and at least try to understand this place and the people here better though. This seems a good way.

[She pauses there, looks at the screen hard like she's trying to think of the best way to ask this. She doesn't much like asking for aid.]

So besides the masks, what's required? It's not a dress up affair, is it? I kind of have a horrible eye for clothing. Or fashion. A friend of mine used to harp at me about it a lot and it isn't as if I've exactly practiced since I last saw her.

[Actually she'd been running around in a land where having any clothing at all was kind of a blessing, not even getting at what was fashionable.]

Though I suppose it doesn't really matter, it's not like this is to impress anyone. Still...

[Still she'd like to not look like she died in some hobo's closet or something if she's going to do this.]
 
 
Thomas Shepherd
06 December 2012 @ 09:44 pm

[ Tommy's in some dimly lit building - there are aisles with all sorts of boxes, each filled about halfway with what looks like CD cases. He's zipping from one box to the next, rushing through them at a very rapid pace. After about five of those boxes, he groans. ]

I thought there might be something good here, but all I'm getting is:

[ And for each artist he names, he lifts up a CD case. ]

Frank Sinatra. The Shirelles. Lesley Gore.

I mean, seriously, did anything containing music after 1963 survive?

[ It's probably obvious that this powered little teen is just looking for a good chance at conversation, since in the few days he's been here, he hasn't had much of a chance to interact, zipping about the countryside like he has. ]