22 April 2013 @ 04:47 pm
[video] 5:02 PM. The Doctor dies... or does he?  
[The feed seems very confused today, Ducks. It seems to be glitching, different bits and pieces of video filtering through. It all seems very cobbled together and disjointed, as if it can't seem to settle on one point in time to show. That's fairly understandable as all of time is happening all at once. No matter what day or location the feed tunes in on it's always 5:02 in the afternoon on April the 22nd. Nothing seems right, in fact it all just seems very very wrong and out of place.

Charles Dickenson being interviewed on television... pterodactyls flying through a London park... a pyramid in Egypt with an American flag painted on it...

Winston Churchill speaking to a bearded man in a toga...

Wait, that bearded man looks familiar. Could it be the Doctor? He looks bewildered for a moment before the feed changes again, showing him on a train, back in his suit and bow tie as he talks to a redhead wearing an eye patch. It changes again, showing the bearded Doctor chained in the Tower of London.

cut for length )

((OOC: Eleven, River, Rory and Amy. Replies will come from River and Rory since, well, the Doctor is a little indisposed...))
 
 
13 November 2012 @ 07:41 pm
video;  
[Alexia looks prim and proper, and ready for business. So really, not much different there. She addresses the camera with a straight face.]

It appears to me that these viruses are becoming a larger problem with every passing month. I was willing to write them off as mere nuisances before, but something must be done. For now, I think we must strive for more, and better information on the viruses. Because of this I will be taking a survey. I would appreciate it if as many members of the community as possible were to answer a few questions open and honestly.

1. What is your name?

2. What is your sex?

3. What is the name of your home world?

4. Do you often travel to other worlds?

5. How long have you been a member of this community.

6. How many viruses have you been personally affected by since becoming a member?

Thank you for your time. I will be sure to share the results when I have finished fathering them, if anyone is interested.
 
 
06 August 2012 @ 08:15 pm
[voice/video]  
[At first there is only audio. Those familiar with Lady Maccon's sharp tone will recognize her voice.]

As I said before, Prudence had gotten hold of the device and was pressing keys at random. I thought it would do little harm as we have been disconnected for some time. But when I looked I most certainly saw the community in the panel there.

[There's the clicking sound of someone typing when suddenly the video clicks on! Alexia, Professor Lyall, and Lord Akeldama are all curiously huddled in front of the screen. Prudence meanwhile, is firmly placed in Alexia's lap, though she is trying desperately to play with the sleeve of Lord Akeldama's coat. Oddly enough, while little has changed in the three adults, Prudence looks noticeably older. Somewhere around two years old.]

Ah! See! [Alexia looks triumphant.]

[Professor Lyall anxiously polishes his glassicals, which he was using to examine the device just a moment ago.]

Yes, it does seem to be entirely functional again, after all this time- but why now? We all gave up hope quite some time ago.

[Alexia, meanwhile, smiles softly at her daughter.] You are just a clever girl, aren't you Prudence?

No. [Prudence giggles before turning her attention back to Lord Akeldama's sleeve.]

Why Puggle, do be careful That is crushed silk!

[But he reaches for the child, ruffling her hair affectionately.]

Halloo, ducks! Fancy seeing you again!

[ooc: regular text is alexia, italics is Prudence, green is Professor Lyall, and blue is Lord Akeldama.]
 
 
28 May 2012 @ 09:56 pm
[video]  
[The video turns on to reveal Alexia sleeping in bed, is the worst possible condition you are likely to ever see her. Her hair is loose and a tangled mess at that. Her dress is ruined from being torn, covered with dirt and other unmentionable mess.

And oh yes, she's holding a new born baby in her arms. The baby girl is properly swaddled and sleeping peacefully in her mother's arms.

After a moment, Alexia opens her eyes and takes notice of the recording. She sighs slightly and carefully shifts to a sitting position. She must look as dignified as possible despite her current state. Meanwhile the child sleeps on.]


Of course. I should have known you would want an update sooner, rather than later.

My dear community, may I introduce you to my daughter? Prudence Alessandra. [She lifts the crook of her elbow so that the camera might catch a better view of the sleeping baby.]
 
 
23 May 2012 @ 02:05 pm
seventh; accidental video; canon move  
It was you!

[The community seems to be watching some sort of Victorian detective parlour scene- only the participants here are only one Alexia Maccon and one Professor Randolph Lyall. Lyall is straightening his collar and looking rather guilty. Whoever ‘it’ is, it probably was him.

Alexia is waving her parasol rather wildly in his direction.]


OOC Cut for Length )
 
 
18 May 2012 @ 10:13 pm
[video]  
[If you've seen Alexia lately, she is still rather pregnant. She does in fact waddle as she moves to take her seat before the camera. It is a most graceful waddle, of course.

However, as she takes her seat you might notice that she too has been gifted with a set of wings. She looks mildly annoyed at their presence before addressing the camera.]


I have taken notice that many others of the community have found themselves winged. I am curious to see how the wings differ from person to person and if so, do the wings have any particular meaning. If anyone has insight on the matter I would be interested to hear.
 
 
21 April 2012 @ 10:26 pm
[video]  
[The video clicks on, revealing Alexia with her usual stern expression. However she appears to be dressed in modern apparel and sitting in a library filled with books and computers. She is tapping her finger impatiently against the table she is seated at.]

While I understand you are all under a lot of stress thanks to this latest virus mess, I'd appreciate it if you would all stop posting so much about it! I am trying to concentrate on a thesis paper. You know how the community can be. Every time one of you posts it pops up on my screen.

Don't get me wrong. I completely sympathize, but this paper is important. And much more interesting.

[All replies will come from [personal profile] treacletart. Please do not friend the journal.]
 
 
28 February 2012 @ 08:36 pm
 
My dear community,

After a rather unfortunate incident with a gravy boat intent on my demise, my husband has seen it fit to train me in the art of shooting a gun. He has even bestowed upon me a gun of my very own. Having a gun on my person will leave me some space to move around more freely, and I am learning how to using if rather quickly. I must say, it is rather elegant, given its violent nature. A Colt Paterson revolver. My dear husband even saw to it having a pearl handle and a shorter barrel.

I have decided to call her Ethel.
 
 
08 January 2012 @ 07:52 pm
 
My, my. It seems a great deal of change has been undergone in the community whilst I was in captivity. It certainly did not have this appearance from the scrolls in my cell. I cannot say I am terribly displeased. It seems much the same, with a just a few differences here and there. Should these changes remain I am sure we could all adjust accordingly.

However this wasn't my purpose in writing to you today, dear community. I wished to inform those of you who were concerned about my recent...predicament, that I am no long a prisoner of the Templars. After a rather hasty escape from the prison I was aided by several friends and was able to escape Italy all together. While the vampires are still in a tizzy over my delicate condition, I am more or less "safe" at home with my husband. I have offered him temporary forgiveness for his foolishness, should he acquiesce to my demands.

I must admit; it is most pleasant to be writing to you from the familiar sights of home.
 
 
 
07 November 2011 @ 02:44 pm
 
My Dear Community,

It seems that a trip to Italy is in order. I shall be leaving quietly this evening I cannot say when I will have time to write to the community next. Of course, given the nature of the community, I would not be surprised if it will force me to make an appearance once in a while. The trip should prove to be an interesting one. Anti-supernatural sentiment runs high in in Italy, but I do believe my best chance at information lies there.

I suppose that is all for now. Take care while I am away.

Oh! I nearly forgot. I don't suppose anyone here knows anything about mechanical, killing ladybugs?
 
 
 
27 September 2011 @ 12:45 pm
[Accidental Audio]  
[At first there is quiet. Only the sound of rushing wind, the sloshing of mud and the rolling of carriage wheels can be heard. Finally the obnoxious voice of a young English woman is heard.]

Sister, come away from the window. That will wreak havoc with your hair. And really, your hair doesn't need the excuse.

[There is a pause, but then she speaks up again.] What is she doing?

[Another woman, this one distinctly French replies.]

Listening.

For what?

Howling, running wolves.



[And then an addendum a few hours later; written]

Can this community give me no peace? No privacy? I have no patience for this now.
 
 
15 September 2011 @ 10:19 pm
 


I demand to be taken to the home of this...person, creature, whatever he may be. He is in possession of my parasol and in his hands it has already caused significant damage. I must have it returned to me immediately.

I cannot help wondering if my missing dispatch case is the fault of the community as well. If it is there are some choice words I have for it.

I am willing to compensate anyone who can give my the worldhop I require. I have just landed in Scotland and shall be there for some time. Please find me there and take me to my parasol.
 
 
17 August 2011 @ 11:21 pm
 
My Dear Community,

It seems I shall be traveling to Scotland starting tomorrow in order to find my wayward husband. I shall certainly have a word or two for him once I find him. He should be grateful he thought to commission me a fine new gift before disappearing. Perhaps that will soften my words for him. Though I doubt it.

The trip shall be taken by dirigible. My first flight by one. Of that at least I am most pleased. I wonder; have any of you traveled by dirigible? Or by machines of similar nature?

Sincerely,
Lady Alexia Maccon
 
 
28 June 2011 @ 10:05 pm
[Accidental Audio]  
[At first all that is heard it the rolling of carriage wheels and a few barks from some dogs or perhaps...wolves? Finally a gruff Scottish voice interrupts.]

Shove off!

[The barks silence and only the sound of the carriage remains.]

I gave the pack the evening off.

[Only silence comes from Alexia but you can practically hear the expression of doubt she is giving her new husband.]

Oh, very well. I told them if they showed their furry faces around Woolsey Castle for the next three days, I would personally eviscerate them.

[Once again silence, though now there is quite a bit of fabrics rustling and some low breathing.]

What are you up to?

I should think that would be obvious by now.

Conall, we are in a moving carriage! Why this constant preference for inappropriate locations of amorous activities?

Mmm, not to worry. I gave the coachman instructions to take the long way around.

[Alexia lets out a very put-upon sign as the audio cuts out.]

[ooc: Canon move for Alexia. Bold is her new husband, Conall. Plaintext is Alexia.]
 
 
15 June 2011 @ 12:04 am
 
I am something called a preternatural. I have no soul.
 
 
03 April 2011 @ 11:20 pm
 
It is my pleasure and relief to tell you that my mystery of the wax-faced man has been solved. Of course, the method of solving said mystery was no simple feat. While visiting my friend, Lord Akeldama the other night, we were both kidnapped by the wax creature and some other men. It was soon revealed that the wax-faced man was in fact an homunculus; an automaton created by science. Our real abductors were the scientists of the Hypocras Club, a particularly mad group of men researching paranormals and the working of souls. Their...experiments were far from tasteful to say the least.

It seems that my kidnapping was quite ill-informed. It was actually Lord Akeldama they were after, and I simply happened to be around him quite often. Somehow the club also managed to kidnap Lord Maccon in full wolf form on the full moon. I would consider it an amazing task for the scientists, were I not so disgusted with them.

After much struggle in the Hypocras Club we were able to stop the automataon and the rest of the scientists within the club, and the...survivors were turned over to BUR. Lord Akeldama was in bad shape from the experiments performed upon him, but thankfully his group of drones are very clever and found us just in time to help him.

As you can imagine, all of those involved are quite tired.

Oh. And I suppose it would be only proper to mention that I am to be married before the summer.
 
 
25 February 2011 @ 12:54 pm
 
There was another attack from the wax-faced man last night. I had been sleeping soundly in my bed when I was awoken by a great clamour outside my window. I went to see what it was and there was that man, or rather creature, with the wax face once again. It would seem he had come in an attempt to abduct me once again. Thankfully Lord Maccon had a BUR agent watching my house and he was able to fend the creature off. It is still alive, so I have no doubt that this will not be its last attempt.

I am rather unsettled by both the wax face creature and his determination to capture me. I can only hope BUR will be able to solve this case and fast.
 
 
14 February 2011 @ 04:36 pm
 
My first virus. How interesting. I awoke with this string attached to my finger much like most of you have experienced. I wonder if there is more significance to it.

More curious than that, I wonder who or what is at the other end. It seems no one else in my home can see it, though. I am glad for that.