04 December 2012 @ 05:25 pm
Beloved friends, dear acquaintances, and soon to be beloved friends and dear acquaintances! Last I spoke up hereabouts, I believe it was with mention of a party, no? Well, the lot of us are in luck! I've spoken with the Initiative, and not only is such a thing possible, but we've a date and a place.

Clear your calendars, my friends, as this coming Friday, anyone with any sense of the sociable ought to be joining us for a masquerade ball in 1772, France, the Palace of Versailles. Quite a lovely place, I'm given to understand!

Those of you who have volunteered to assist me in the preparations, I do believe that now is your time to shine. And to the rest of you, find something you won't be ashamed to be seen in—and a mask, of course!—and prepare for a terrifically lovely evening, won't you?

[Private to Samus, Cairistiona, Eddie Riggs and Jaina] )

[[ooc; one last plotting post for this shindig is up here, for new characters that didn't get a chance to hash stuff out last time, and here is a log for setting up!]]
 
 
03 December 2012 @ 01:09 pm
[ it opens with the sound of walking, the creak of a door opening followed by hard soled shoes on an old wooden floor. there's a creak of a lid opening, and then the scrape of a chair across the floor. There's a pause without sound and then there is a song. After it's done, Takegami plays a couple simple scales and then sighs. ]

That was an interesting interlude. Do try better next time, mm? I think I lasted a good two minutes laying in that alley. Mind, I am still pissed about my jacket. Do you know hard it is to find a good leather coat in this place? Blood does not come out of leather, never mind the holes. People and their guns. How messy.

[ yeah, he does not care about dying. in fact, he finds it a little funny. ]

What did I miss while I was spending time among the dearly departed?
 
 
30 November 2012 @ 11:26 pm
[It's a little before dusk when the screen clicks on, and for anyone familiar, the camera is panning around the massive, abandoned arboretum on the edge of the city. The camera turns slowly to reveal a few piles of broken stone and metal, and then a small flower garden tucked in between what might have been a statue, long ago, and a section of shattered wall.]

[Eventually the camera shifts and moves, slowly panning around until the owner has moved to sit down next to the small flower garden, and it is turned towards Shelke, who rests her back against the base of the broken statue. She has changed out of her deepground uniform finally, and is dressed in a raggedy part of baggy pants and a t-shirt a size too large for her frame, making her look even younger than she already does. She has her weapon sheath attacked though, hanging over her shoulder.]


I am no stranger to ruined buildings. [She sounds almost as though she's half talking to herself as she speaks, her voice tinged with tiredness, and her eyes are turned upwards, but then they flick back towards the camera for a moment.] But other than transients, no one appears interested in this place. No one is attempting to salvage it, or reclaim it, or utilize it in some fashion outside of planting a few flowers. That is...strange. Not the flowers are not pleasant, but...

Even after meteor fell on Midgar, people were constantly trying to reclaim destroyed sections of the city. I...

[She frowns suddenly, as if she isn't certain exactly why she's bothering to talk about this, and after a moment she just shakes her head.]

It doesn't matter. I came here looking for...anything, but there isn't much I can use. I need electronics. Circuit boards, appliances, anything I can salvage parts from. I do not have much to trade but I can attempt to find what other people are seeking.

Computer parts would be preferable, but I know they're difficult to find here. I-

[There is a commotion from nearby, the sound of footsteps and raised voices as two of the local squatters appear to be getting into a heated argument, though the words are indistinct. Shelke just sighs softly. She was almost enjoying the silence.]

I suppose I cannot remain here.

[She pushes to her feet as she turns the camera off.]
 
 
29 November 2012 @ 07:00 pm
[Text - Filtered FROM Rookie]

I was wondering if anyone knew where I could find colored strings of lights. If those aren't available, what are some materials I could use to fashion something similar?

[Video - Public]

[A bit after the text message appears, Kallen shows up on the network, grinning, probably a bit wider than necessary. Her tone's relaxed and friendly, her wave at the camera suggesting nothing of ill will at all. In fact, the pilot's in a generous mood! Why not offer some help to those who might be looking for it?]

Looks like the masquerade's a little over a week away now, huh? I know it's short notice, but I have a friend who's simply excellent when it comes to sewing and designing clothes. He's very thorough and timely, too. I have a feeling if anyone asked nicely, he'd be willing to lend a hand in preparation.

[She can't help but chuckle before continuing.]

Speaking of preparation, is there anything else that needs done? I've got time to kill, so putting it to good use sounds like a plan.
 
 
12 November 2012 @ 11:03 pm

[The camera opens to Eddie standing in his room, two curtains pulled over some rather large spaces in his room.  Dramatically, he clears his throat.]

Ladies and Gentlemen!  Alright, so I know some of you guys know me, and some of you don't.  For those that don't, the name's Eddie Riggs.  I'm a roadie, and I'm pretty fuckin' good at what I do.  Now that I got that outta the way, I got some presents for some of you guys.  Roxy, I know you've been waiting for this puppy, so here it is.

[Eddie pulls back the first curtain, revealing a black, polished violin and bow.  The instrument looks a little patchwork in places, as if Eddie has had to find certain substitutes for the composition of the violin itself, but it looks like it's holding together really well.]

I couldn't really scavenge any parts to make it electric and give you a sweet ass distortion pedal with it, but it's finished.  Sorry it took so long, but I don't have the luxury of shit growing out of the ground from a dead beast of fire.  Work with what you got, y'know?  Anyway, come pick it up and take it for a spin!  Should be tuned and ready to go!  Oh, and Balder, dude.  Don't think I've forgotten about you!

[Eddie pulls back the second curtain, revealing an extremely well crafted battle axe, with a mark of Ormagöden adorning the top of the weapon.  The edges of the weapon have been very well sharpened and polished, a bit more for presentation than practical use, but Eddie wanted to put on a good display of his talents before he made the proposition to the other Transports he was thinking of.]

So what do you guys think?  I hope it was worth the wait.  Oh, and don't any of you guys feel left out if I've talked to you about building stuff yet.  I'm making a list.  Actually, that's something I wanted to talk to you all about.  Way I see it, some of you guys want different stuff that you may not be able to get, right?  Usually I wouldn't have any problem doing it in a flash, but seeing as we're in the middle of something of a shit hole, that's kind of a problem.  So here's what I'm proposing.

I want to open up a workshop to build shit you guys want or need.  Could be weapons, clothes, or more luxurious stuff.  Doesn't matter.  If it's something small enough, I don't wanna charge for it, but the bigger the job, I might have to ask for you to either pay for it, or bring me some materials to get started.  If I've already offered to fix something up for you, I'm not gonna go back on it and ask for anything in return.  That'd be kind of a dick move.

[Eddie sits on his bed, turning the camera towards himself.]

So that's what I got so far.  Any questions?

 
 
09 November 2012 @ 12:00 pm
You'd think this whole being abducted thing would freak me out a whole lot more... but you know what? Not that bad. [Maya's voice sounds amused.] The whole thing could have been a lot more unpleasant. Uh, aside from all the craziness before. I guess I'm just trying not to look a gift horse in the mouth until I'm a little better adjusted, you know?

So... [There's a small stretch of silence because wow introducing yourself to a giant group of strangers is still kind of awkward.] I'm Maya, and apparently someone thought you all needed the assistance of a Siren. ...Hi.

[And then quieter because she feels dumb enough already:] Knowing what I already know, it's probably kind of a stretch to ask if anyone here is familiar with a planet called Pandora. So I won't.
 
 
03 November 2012 @ 08:10 pm
[The video feed is live, but the visibility is terrible. The tablet's owner sits in the near-dark, three stripes of red light where his face should be. Diego's spent much of his initial week in as much solitude as the circumstances allowed, an ear tuned to the chatter streaming over the network.

Best to test the temperature lest you burn your tongue on the first sip. That's what he always says.

But there's a matter that needs to be addressed, and urgently.

When he speaks, his voice is gruff, drawling:]


This world seems determined to serve up one cup of bitterness after another: monsters, mayhem, missions to the past.

[The red light flashes when it's briefly obscured by his knuckles and the handle of a mug as Diego puts it to his lips. The contents are choked down with a scowl that's barely readable in the low light. ]

I was happy to swallow every drop until I tasted this sewer water. They call it "coffee", I call it an abomination.

If there's a single tolerable bean in this city, I want it. Name your price.
 
 
02 November 2012 @ 08:09 am
Well, that was something of an adventure! Between the Russians, the newest arrivals, and our monstrous friends, why there's been quite a few things to keep track of. An awful lot of people. One of which in particular I seem to have misplaced... I don't suppose anyone has seen Bela lately? Bela Talbot?

[ A pause, as if he's actually listening for a reply. Or maybe just asking a completely rhetorical question and taking a moment to gather himself afterward. ]

Well, it was always difficult to keep her in just one place. Not like Sierra, Annalise, and Adamo, three natives caught by the UE bombs, near a month ago now. I would say they were entirely too — too stationary. That old woman in the market, too— with the jerky stand? She always claimed it was dog meat, but I really had to wonder. But she always had a kind word for anyone who stopped to chat, didn't she? I found a bit of her stand some time ago, but no sign of her. Maggie, she told me her name was...

My apologies, to anyone who knew any of those caught in disaster. At least we've managed to turn this latest one back to the status quo, mm? We have that much.

[ Another pause, and this one comes with a slow breath out. So... that's awkward. But! He can make it better. When he speaks again, he sounds just as cheerful as he had at the beginning. ]

You know, for all their flukes and faults, I would say there's one thing the Initiative is truly bad at. They can throw our lot into a room with food set out, but that's not any sort of party. So I propose we arrange one ourselves! We've the musicians for it, don't we? The cooks, surely! The tailors, seamstresses? We certainly have the headcount for it, by now!

Any opinions, mm? I'm thinking, perhaps, a masquerade. A ball! We kitrites excel at the organization of them, you know. I would be pleased to offer my services to a properly interested crowd! Have I any takers?