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[The feed turns on to show two trolls: Signless and Disciple are standing next to each other. Di is holding the mirror out with one hand, and has the other wrapped around Signless' waist as she lightly leans on him.]

Hello, Death City. I hope everyone is recovering well from recent events, and I welcome all our newcomers. For those of you who don't know us I go by the title of Disciple--or Di for any uncomfortable using that.

[ Signless has one arm around Di's shoulders, keeping her close. his own mirror is in his free hand, though his attention isn't on it. he's softly smiling at her mirror instead. ]

While I am known as Signless. While I welcome all those new to the city as well, our intention is to share some news.

[She looks away from the mirror to look at Signless for a moment, her expression soft and warm before turning back to face the network.]

A peri-- [Pause, use human terms] a month ago Signless and I became engaged. In a little over a month we will be wed.

[Her face flushes lightly, but you could see no happier expression on a person]

[ his eyes look towards her, his smile growing. ] Actually, she proposed to me. "Marriage" is an unknown concept in our culture, but the reality is...

[ and here Signless presses a kiss to Di's temple. usually he doesn't go for that sort of PDA but this is a happy announcement. ] I do believe it is perfect for us. We are sort making this an invitation, of sorts.

[Aww yee. Di is the same and the way her blush heightens indicates this but she is too happy to care.]

Our wedding will be the 6th of July and will take place outdoors, in the park center at 10pm. It will be a small affair but we would enjoy seeing some of you there.

ritsu_kouyou

[This was meant to be sent privately to Sion, but Akiha managed to flub the filter. Enjoy the show, Death City.]

[The video turns on to show Akiha leaning against the window in her apartment. In her hands is a violin. Without a word, she puts the violin in place and draws the bow once across it. She pauses and then begins to play a classical piece.

As her fingers fly over the neck of the violin and the music rises from the violin, her features shift from the normal cold, controlled expression to reveal a relaxed, soft look as she seems to fall into the music. Her eyes fall closed as she plays.

Once her bow stills, blue eyes open to look at the mirror and she furrows her brow.]

I'm rusty. [She certainly didn't SOUND rusty, but Akiha was a perfectionist.] This isn't going to work if I can't keep tempo. I knew I should have bought the violin weeks ago.

[She sighs and sits down, tapping the bow on her leg.] I should have also bought a metronome and now it's too late to go pick one up. Can you... build me something that will work as one?

[Yup, definitely not meant for the general public.]

dwightandclean

Uh yeah...things are slowly getting put back together but...can anyone give me an easier way to deal with splinters?

[He holds his hands up.]

Not a lot of gloves fit me and I can't get customs yet so. Yeah. Anything'll help.

[He's about to turn off the feed before he remembers something else and smiles at the camera.]

And too all you new folks showing up? Welcome to Death City.

[Now the feed turns off.]

spinneret_mindfang

[The damn device phases in and out a couple of times, much to Mindfang's dismay. Once her face comes on screen, it can be seen that her wavy raven hair is being tamed by a rather lame looking sun hat. At least that would keep the blistering heat off her face]

I am assuming many of you have already heard too much contrite babble to be bothered with questions that have been asked hundreds of times. For that reason I will save my breath sating my curiosity toward the obvious.

[Momentarily she fiddles with the device, shifting down an alley way that has much more shade. Fuck the sun. ]

I will, however, ask where the hell can I get my hands on a decent wardrobe for this dreadful climate? I seem to be without my sylladex for whatever reason.

[She scowls, still unable to find any relief from the 94 degree weather. Ugh. Just ugh.]

I cannot bring myself to believe that anyone tortures themselves by voluntarily living in this barren wasteland.[Slight pause]

Are there any familiar faces out there?

[Please for the love of all that is sanity, do not let a Redglare be the one to answer this message]

Though, one obvious question does plague my think pan and I'm afraid I shall have to ask it anyway; what is a Meister and how the hell could I possibly have some type of ability?

And how do I go about finding out just what that ability is?

redregrets

[There is quite abruptly a very upset teenage troll on the screen. He's glaring at the camera as if it has personally offended him. Normally he would have done this over text, but he wants to see familiar faces, and besides, the best speeches aren't given over text.]

Listen up, nooksniffers. Here's how this is going to go. I don't have time for this war. I'm already fighting in one, and that one I actually give a shit about. Since I can't leave until this place stops getting his ass kicked, the plan is to win this stupid war as quickly as possible so we can all get back to our miserable lives wherever we came from.

Okay? Good. So, what's being done around here to get everyone battle ready? Whatever it is, sign me up. I need to figure out this whole fucking "being a weapon" thing. [He even does the air quotes for added effect.] Talk to me about the training and shit. Otherwise, keep your squawk blisters shut and brutally destroy those Kishin things.

With one exception. [He raises his pointer finger at the camera. It is not the finger he's used to raising, and he very nearly flubs that up. He's used to giving speeches over text, alright. Maybe he should have done that instead...] I've already seen a couple of familiar faces around here, which leads me to believe there might be more somewhat tolerable assholes around here that I might be familiar with. If you are one of those losers, report to me so I know who's here and therefore not in as much grave danger. Worrying about you bulgelickers is a full time fucking job, alright, and I don't want to have to worry any more than I have to, because it's annoying as shit.

Alright, I'm out. [There's a little fumble and a muffled curse, along with a lovely view of the floor of Karkat's place in Casualty Communal before the feed cuts out.]

knowyourmeme

Well, what do you know? Life once more finds itself through this body of mine, I guess I should be grateful. But why should I be? Why should all those who died feel that they are needing to be happy about living once more?

The experience that we have now is just borrowed time. Not even borrowed, but time that we're deluding ourselves into thinking matters. The idea of being thankful for being brought back before your time – before one's time – is there of that sort exist? Because the world we come from will move on without us. It will continue to age and experience without our having even changed anything in it. Our bodies are but dust and this is merely how it should be.

But don't misunderstand… I have no intention of ending this time. There is a war here that in need of those with this forgotten time. After all, why fear the reaper when you've already met him. Right?

bowdown

My dear Death City.
By this means I come to introduce my shop, Betty Crocker Bakery. In my universe, Betty Crocker has been a cultural icon and part of families’ food traditions—not to mention a trusted source for recipes and homemaking know-how—for more than 90 years. We have to offer dozens of different cakes and pastries at affordable prices and we are sure you will be to find one that is perfect for you and for your family.

You may have already found our cakes at Hikan Café, Doctor Franken Stein Classes and Morning Training for Guests Breakfast, and now you may find even more freshly baked cakes, sweet treats and pastries.
See our inventory, order through the communicator and pickup at the Bakery.

Your opinion is very important to us, so please, do not hesitate to contact Betty Crocker. But you may also come to us to learn; great cooks had to learn, and so can you. Find answers to all your 'how do you do that' questions with helpful tips, or ask for aid for cooking emergencies. We also would like to extend our hand to anyone who would like to form a pleasant business affiliation with our bakery, or to anyone who would like to join our bakery as an employee; we are currently looking for bakers, cashiers, busboy/janitors, but also for cooks and baristas.

I would also like to ask for your help, Death City. Because we focus on homemaking food, we feel that it’s important for us to bring part of your home back to life here in Death City. Recipes for your worlds, from your land and from your universes are most welcome and we would like to try bringing them to life. And you will be the only judge; if it pleases you, we will be happy to re-create your dish and share it with the rest of the city.

And finally, a simple inquiry, what is your favorite dish and your favorite baked good.

Thank you for your time and please, do not hesitate to ask any question you might have. I deeply appreciate your help. For it, I thank you.
Cordially yours,

Betty Crocker.

[ ooc: I'm sorry I had to filter this from all HS characters, but Condesce doesn't want anyone interfering with her business. And Ramza was filtered because Condesce remembers he was Meenah's weapon during the showdown that didn't happen in the end. Again, I'm sorry about this. ]

realimperfect

Despite all that's happened, recently, It's probably pertinent of me to say that Vincent, Pino and I have moved to a new apartment. [ And judging by all the movement and excitement (Pino can clearly he heard chanting 'moving!' in the background as she flits past with little things like coloring books and pencils) it's already been quite the day. Thankfully they all didn't really have much to move, collectively, and so they'd managed to move everything in one or two trips.

Just in time, too, or she and Vincent may have gotten more burned than pink from heat and sun.

Visitors are probably unlikely, but... ]

We're now in Fatality Condominiums, apartment 6A, if anyone is looking to come and visit.

I also have another, more pressing issue... Now that it's getting hot, and the sun is more intense, I seem to sunburn very quickly. Does anyone here know of strong and very effective sunblocks? [ She knows why it is she's burning in true sun so quickly - but for right now she'll let everyone assume it's just because she's... pretty much literally as pale as alabaster. ]

Not tanning lotion - block. I was out for only an hour today and I'm already turning red, but it's too hot to wear my usual clothes.. Vincent could use the block, too....

Thank you in advance.

( Filtered to Matt )

00110010_00110011

hal iis gone
thats what means when possessiions vaniish
riight??

[unquirked:
hal is gone
that's what [it] means when [someone's] possessions vanish
right?]

sayatakagi

[Anonymous text]

Is anyone familiar with PTSD? It's alright to answer anonymously. [ because Saya will, as well ]

procuracy

[ sup Death City. have a video of Vincent, who seems to be sitting in front of a fan at the moment, a... distraught look on his face as he heaves a sigh. coming from a world where it was cold 24/7, the warm and sunny weather seems to be taking its toll on him. he's wearing nothing but a tank top, and probably boxers too, though that part of him isn't visible at the moment... his cheeks are slightly flushed, and he has a pouty look on his face as his hair billows slightly from the air from the fan. ]

Re-l was right about it getting really hot here...

[ ... er. right. the video! ]

U-Uh... I was wondering... what does everyone do to try and keep cool when they're hot? I've... never really been in a situation like this, so I'm not sure what to do. Usually my body adjusts to weather, [ thanks to his proxy self ] but I guess this is one of the things that changed upon my arrival... But... yeah... any suggestions would be great. I... don't want to hog the fan all day...

3rdbest

Last few days were so much fun. Black Mesa is back in business. For those who don’t know what Black Mesa is, it's a House Call Technician business, and we fix computers, broadcasting and wireless systems, business equipment and security systems. If anyone is interested or just wants a job, call me maybe.

[ PRIVATE TO: BLACK MESA EMPLOYEES ]
We are going put up cameras all over the city. More, at least. Ones that will actually capture when few people are being kidnapped on the streets after being chloroformed. The Detective Agency will supervise this since it’s for them.

[ PRIVATE TO: DUO ]
I have a proposal. Not marriage, but close.

[ PRIVATE TO: NEAR and MELLO ]
Thanks for breaking into my place, setting off the alarm and starting the program to erase everything I had in my three computers. That was really awesome and completely necessary. Near, we are also ready to start setting up the cameras. Whenever you are ready.

[ PRIVATE TO: SOLLUX ]
Hey, let’s go on a mission tomorrow or the day after?

darkestshadeofyou

[Beyond has had to restrain himself all the way to his assigned home. It was so hard not to go and follow that white haired moron who just couldn't bloody give him what he wanted. He's sure that L is here now, if not it's that dumb, useless Naomi Misora. Either way, he had an image to hold up and had decided this was the best way to do things. He looks quite like L, only the smallest, most subtle differences that would require the screen to be closer to see or him in front to relay other than some of the mannerisms that he wasn't able to study in full.

He's laying on his bed, arms outstretched in front of him, on his side with a bit of his cheek hidden in the pillow even if both wide eyes are staring into ~~your soul~~ the screen.]

Hello.
As it seems there is a man who both has my name and possibly the answers to who I am. After being toyed with jerked about even by one of your residents I had just met I profess a lesser tolerance for it at this time. He thought it hilarious, I'm sure, to pretend to give a damn and then walk off to leave me questioning both my sanity, my life as it was and just who I can trust around a strange place that I've no knowledge of, no more than a fledgling. I thought that perhaps it wouldn't make a difference if I asked everyone if they know who I am. I've no memories prior to the room and only that Ryuzaki is significant to me.

There must be one compassionate person within the lot of you, I trust that statistics hold out in there is always a chance of meeting someone who doesn't -- how does it go? -- get off on another's misery still applies here.

[He brings his thumb to his lip, eyes wide and unblinking into the mirror while he's seemingly trying to study it while it broadcasts him.]
Also, any information on how to use this system more efficiently would be greatly appreciated. I'd owe you one, in other words.

Thank you.

[Instead of turning off the system, Beyond lets it sit on his bed face down and no more than bare feet are seen walking out of one part of the room and into the next to see just what there was there.]

helpstroubled

[ Have a pretty disturbed looking Audrey, hair pulled back out of her face. The camera shakes a little; is she shaking? Perhaps. ]

If anyone comes across a man named Tommy Bowen, please- Please contact me or Dwight.

[ She wasn't going to put out a public service announcement like this, but the recent kidnappings have her a little frazzled - and her nights full of tossing and turning once more. She could really use a session with Claire lately, but it's not likely to happen.

Her blue eyes focus on the screen, and she frowns deeply. ] Don't trust him.

[ Before she says anymore - which may or may not incite mass panic, a thing she does not want - Audrey shuts off the feed. ]

lezard_valeth

[The feed begins, the angle revealing the front of a shop with a sign reading Yesterday's Magic. The view is perfect... deliberately so, the light of the moon casting a silvered light against the cobble, wood and metal, a fog (dust from the desert?) hanging in the air. A pair of figures are moving quickly from off-camera, approaching the front of the shop and inspecting it before setting down a sack.]

--face when she found it? She just about shit!

Sshh! Help me get this set up. I can't see a thing in this crap.

[The two figures hunch down and get to work, crowding around the sack. But as the fog began to build, the two begin muttering their frustrations. It's getting harder to see, and since when was there fog like this in a desert? But there's a flash of light, a brief wisp of fire, and something rising presumably from the ground in front of the shop; a slender figure wrapped in a black cloak with the hood drawn, too tall to be human. The moment they notice, the two immediately spring back.]

Thou hast summoned me...

What the hell's that thing!?

But thou hast offered an insufficient blood sacrifice... a curse upon thee for thy insult! [The voice that comes from the figure is deep and distorted.]

'Sacrifice'? 'Curse'!?

Oh... oh god... the chickens, dude! I think it called some shit up!

So send it back or something!

HOW, dumbass!?

A curse upon your eyes and of those you hold dear! May insects crawl and feast behind your eyelids! May your ears be forever filled with the buzz of their wings! Let it be but a temporary repentance until the agony grows too strong to bear... and I will come to ensure a blood debt repaid!

[The pair seems unsure of what to do, frozen in place, until from the sleeves of the cloak grow long, twisted fingers as the figure draws in closer and reaches for them. The distorted voice rises in a strange language, words in a rolling staccato that grew louder and louder as the two decide they don't wish to be cursed and scatter, screaming, with the figure hot on their trail. Listeners familiar with Old Norse might recognize a recitation of the Lord's Prayer and little more. For a full minute there is nothing but the foggy storefront, and shouting in the air that faded off into the distance.]

Really, now? Pathetic...

[But then the ghoul returns, stopping to chuckle. When the hood was pulled back, a bespectacled human face is revealed, grinning like a devil as a small mouthpiece was pulled away from his lips. As the figure has to all but clutch his stomach as he doubles over laughing, the video ends.]

[ooc: Red font is, of course, this jerk.]

dead_black_eyes

I've ascertained that Gamzee Makara was sent home by BREW. As his former partner, it's probably my duty to inform everyone who might care. So... consider yourselves informed.

realimperfect

I can't believe I even have to come on here to ask this - [ Hi, Death City, have a really irritated Re-l on your network today, giving anyone watching that judgmental, pissed off look down her nose, eyebrows in full angry tip - ]

But who the hell is telling Pino that Vincent is 'stuffing' me? First of all - she has the mentality of a four year old and can't keep something to herself for the life of her, so good job telling her shit she'll eventually tell me.

And second - [ Man WHY DOES SHE EVEN HAVE TO SAY THIS - Her cheeks are suddenly a little flushed (just the slightest bit under all that pale make-up) and for once she seems a little flustered. Considering the fact that in Romdeau this wouldn't even need to be said....

She'll just quickly get it out, and then hang right up. Yes, that sounds like a perfect, efficient plan! ]

It isn't like that at all!

[ And the feed goes dead. ]

bowdown

we gots ta krill shibusens bassholes anemones
but we cant krill our own
shits unfair yo

[ Private to: JOHN EGBERT ]
yo heir
wat last fin you rememba befo comin here

[ Private to: STEIN ]
bathtubs drain is clogged [ blame her hair ]

cardfortress

[Hello Death City, this is ~~your resident stalker~~ Near speaking. He isn’t going to waste any time with pleasantries before getting his message across.]

Anti-Shibusen vandals have invaded the Agency. There were three men initially, but it is unclear how many joined in, and it is unknown whether or not they are armed with anything more than whatever objects they got their hands on.

[The video transmission switches to a few seconds of security camera footage, before one of the vandals destroys the camera and the screen goes dark. The transmission goes back to Near, who is inside the surveillance room, but he isn’t alone: Yako was yanked inside by way of being in the right place at the right time just as Near noticed the vandals closing in on the building, so this is her first time hearing all of this as well. A worried look flickers over her face as she watches more screens go offline, but she seems calm and unharmed on the whole.

Oddly enough-- or not so oddly, for those who actually know Near-- he doesn’t sound or look worried at all, and he doesn’t even blink at the sound of someone being thrown against a door down the hallway.]

It would be ideal to control the situation as soon as possible, given the delicate and confidential information these criminals could get their hands on and--

[The door to Near’s right suddenly opens before he can say anything more; the other head of the Agency sticks his, well, head into the room. Though Edgeworth seems generally calm, there is a glint of urgency in his eyes, a bruise forming over his left eye, and his lip looks like it bled a moment ago. His hair is ruffled - and anyone who knows him well enough might notice that it has been growing longer as of late, apparent in front but more noticeable in the back. After taking a moment to catch his breath, he speaks, mincing no words.]

Near. My ability isn’t enough, and Genesis isn’t here yet.

[Translation: RESONATE WITH ME BRO.

The meaning behind Edgeworth’s words is obvious, so Near only nods in return before turning the transmission off.]

( [voice | private to Mello, recorded before the network message goes up] )

((ooc note: Because Near is snagged away at the end of this transmission, he won’t be able to reply until the thugs have been handled. A log post will go up after this, for all your logging needs!))

dollfie

[Pino turns her communicator on, pouting mightily ] I'm so bored!

Is this what mommies and daddies do? Go into rooms to "talk" [here she does air quotes] about stuff? [more pouting]

Re-L and Vincent won't let me in their room! I'm bored, what aren't they telling me? I can keep a secret! I haven't even told anyone that Re-L's a clone!

[Pause.] Ooohh! [With a horrified gasp, Pino shuts the communicator off.

Maybe that's why no one tells you anything Pino.]

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Entries tagged with audrey parker

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May 27th - evening [Video]

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[Video] || May 20th 2010

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[Text] Letters to Betty ; 17th May || FILTERED FROM ALL HOMESTUCKS and RAMZA

May 17th | video

[00110101 / May 15, evening / text / filtered away from Condi]

11th Undead [Anonymous text] ; May 15

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[Video] In a bit of a Jam - May 12

005 | video | May 12th, afternoon

[ 03: May 10th, 2 AM | Video ] (Now with the right date!)

Entry #B-5: "Brake" [May 9, Night, Text]

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[Text] 8th May

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