tsubomi warrior princess
11 February 2013 @ 03:54 am
[Well, she figured she would give this a shot. It isn't the worst idea she's had. She spent all night composing it and decided to post it anonymously to keep up with their 'hiding' theme. It might make some people feel more comfortable.]

I just want to say this:

The future is yours to create. If you don't believe me, that's your choice. You might've been through a lot that says otherwise. But you'll know what I mean if you've been shut out or dismissed by a cruel system. It's something you have to hope in anyway. In a place like this, people who never belonged, were never listened to or never given a chance should stick together.

If you want to talk, we'll listen. If you want to learn to fight, we can do that too. We won't judge you. Be who you are with all your might.

We're the Mekakushi Dan. If you want in, anyone can join. We're all living on a warfront but some of us have been fighting our whole lives just to have a part in this world.

Let us know if you're interested.


[She'll be replying anonymously, too, if anyone takes up the offer.]
 
 
Lacie Baskerville
11 February 2013 @ 06:13 am
[As the tablet turns on, a young woman can be seen eyeing it curiously. It's worth noting both the fact that there are a lot of water droplets on the screen and the fact that she's fairly wet herself. Someone's clearly been wandering around in the rain.

Upon seeing that this weird device seems to be working, Lacie smiles.]


Hmm, now I wonder if this really works. The capacity to communicate with so many people all at a single time and not even in person, it sounds like a child's fantasy.

[The softest chuckle escapes her at that.]

Yet being trapped within the dreams of a child sounds entertaining enough. Indulging it can hardly hurt.

[Suddenly the drizzle turns into a downpour and the smile on her face widens while her eyes close shut. Then the background on the tablet appears to spin. Lacie seems to be twirling around in the rain.]

Though one would expect rain in a fantasy to be warm rather than cold as ice. An unexpected turn of events, hmm?

[And yet, she doesn't appear the least bit bothered by this. The sensation of feeling the rain is so amazing that it elicits laughter from her. As the laughter ends, she opens her eyes and smiles at the tablet once more.]

My name is Lacie and I've a question to ask of you all: is a miracle still a miracle even if others are damned by it?

[It's not like she doesn't know the answer herself, but hearing the thoughts of others always proved entertaining. And on that fun if cryptic note, she turns off the device.]
 
 
Segai Waltz Makoto
11 February 2013 @ 07:18 am
Who here is good at robotics?

Let me explain, for those unaware, I lost my eye years ago. It has since been replaced, but I think I need an upgrade.

In times such as these, we have to be at our very best physically, mentally, and emotionally... yes? Failing at one could cause a failure in another. That is why I feel despite how close I feel to this eye... it is time to find something that will work much better.

You've all felt the same about something, haven't you? An aspect about yourself that you felt needed to change. Well, I'm getting a little philosophical while asking something simple. My apologies.

So, who can help me with this tiny request?
 
 
Tyki Mikk
11 February 2013 @ 05:38 pm
[Look who finally bothered to figure out the communicator. After how many months of being here? But, well, he's conversed enough that Tyki figures he can figure out how not to flub up his own entry to this bizarre communal journal too much.

He sounds the picture of a good-humored gentleman but you won't see his face. Better not to show too much, with Allen around - the boy knows both his White and Black forms, after all. Tyki wouldn't want to blow his cover for his White side, or let Allen do that. Cover might well be a problem eventually.

But not now and who wants to think about that? Now, he sounds the picture of a good humored gentleman, even if there's no saying one way or another that he looks it.

A chuckle.]
Do you lot complain as much at home as you do here? Or have as much philosophical conversation? Either that lot have really terrible luck targeting their little device, or your homes must be very dry places.

Who else is looking for some fun while you've got a chance of it? Let's talk. It's always good to find a new pastime, isn't it?
 
 
ℓє ∂ιαвℓє вℓαи¢。
11 February 2013 @ 07:31 pm
( Remy is seated at one of the taverns in the city, drumming his fingers along the bar counter and regarding the tablet idly. )

Y'know, I mighta been grateful that they'd gotten us all back an' put ta rights by the end a the holidays if there was a better way ta celebrate out here.

( That's about as close as he's getting to mentioning timeline discrepancies on his own, since his general philosophy is "let's not talk about it." )

I haven't been home for Mardi Gras in years, but it still seems a shame ta let it go by without a second thought. Even if there's no music, no parades, and no king cake. But here's ta you, fellow Transports. We survived another month.

( He raises the bottle of beer he's been sipping from, tilts it back and then sets it back on the counter decisively. )

Guess Valentine's a bit more popular, no? An' it's comin' up right around the corner. Hard thing ta celebrate when you're not with the people y'care about, but maybe we can make do with each other. Would be a shame ta waste another holiday. ( That's all said in rolling, easy kind of tone--not upset, just thoughtful. He smirks at the camera, once, before the feed cuts. )
 
 
Simmaeri, a seeker of song and sound.
11 February 2013 @ 10:10 pm
[a little night music, Exsilium?

this feed comes within the midst of some, with Simmaeri idly grazing her fingers across the face of the tablet. she's taken to song while she waits for some sound – more fresh voices from the machine. but it's rather late (say, 2am? shush i can forward date if i want), so there's few stirring.

those who do have the network open can hear, though. some foreign song with foreign words, somehow conveying something about silver ladies and faraway cages...sleeping kings and a girl on fire (who isn't alicia keys). slow and soft, rather sad.

it tapers now and then to a humming refrain, the last of which ebbing to quiet with the end of the song.]
 
 
rei ayanami
11 February 2013 @ 11:52 pm
[ The voice is hushed and small, but no less direct for it. ]

Reporting. Met with Ikari-kun and the pilot of Unit-02. [ Kaworu Nagisa, the Fifth Child - she omits him, as something unsettles her still. ] Housing was located, according to instructions. No status problems. I will wait.

[ Silence, as if she forgot to end the recording, until: ]

Requesting information on where to buy clothes. My plugsuit is not useful here.