24 June 2011 @ 12:34 pm
Interlude 03 - what is this i dont even  
So fucking glad that this virus decided to skip me. Shit's awkward enough around Sara without my being in Keenan's body.

Does this sort of thing happen a lot?
15 June 2011 @ 11:38 am
Interlude 02 - Accidental voice post - Dirty Little Secrets virus  
[Over the sound of humming electronics and lapping water from outside the room, you hear
a rough, obviously teenage voice talking to someone with a much smoother voice, and older, though not by much. The exchange comes out something like this -]

"We gotta talk, Caine."

"Can it wait? This isn't exactly the best -"

" - you've already got two girls hanging off you. Lay the hell off Sara."

[There's a pause, and the older boy hisses in a breath.]

"'She's mine' being the punchline here, Joshua? Is that what you're getting at?"

"Well, I fucking hope so."

"I like the part where you own her, Josh. That's got class."

"Fuck you."

"Don't swing that way." [A sigh, and the older boy's voice becomes sharper] "You want to take her off my hands, you can have her. Sara's gotten weird, all girly and clingy and shit. Lousy lay in all--"

[And the rest is a battle scream from Joshua and the sound of a fight.]

[Responses oocly half an hour afterwards.]
10 June 2011 @ 09:55 am
Interlude 01 - still text - On Dreams and the Dreamworld  
So, triple-D. Looks like all of this has happened before, and I'm out of the loop. Is that... common, here?

My real question is this: I'm wondering what dreams and the Dreaming is like for you on other worlds.
08 June 2011 @ 02:36 pm
Interlude 00 - text - this seems just a mite familiar...  
If there's anyone out there who can read this, then - please, for the love of god, send help. Send us weapons, send us food, even send us songs and stories and hope that the world at large isn't as royally fucked as San Francisco.

And if there's no one out there who can read this... I hope that this can be a fitting chronicle of the last, desperate defense of humanity, our final stand - but there's no fucking chance of that, is there?

Shit, I'm just some 15 year old, half cholo half gringo jerkoff. I'm a soldier, not some writer that's trained to be good with words and writing short letters instead of long ones. But if no one else is gonna record this, write about what's going on, when they have the means to, then fuck it. I'm not the worst guy for the job. Just bear with me if I'm not the best.

My name is Joshua. Josh Preston... I'm a soldier, part of a Resistance, an insurgency against an alien enemy - if they are aliens, and not our own nightmares, or pissed off pagan gods, or devils from straight outta hell - that invaded our dreams, then our planet. We call them the Nightmares - we call what they did to our parents the Bliss. Seven years ago, they managed to get... any adult who falls asleep doesn't wake up. They aren't dead. They're as good as, though. Or maybe worse...

I really, really wish I knew what our enemy was, why the came here, what they're after, and what's up with the Bliss, but... but I don't. And the Colonle... my dad... doesn't wanna know. It's... he hasn't slept for seven years and it shows, and he resents the NIghtmares for it. I would too...

The only weapon we have to fight them back with is some kind of reverse-engineered alien telepathic crap. The Alien Numina Inversion Machine... we can call on our friends, people we love or hate and use them for armor, for weapons, for ammo... but it uses us up. We can tell... each battle, we can feel our faith in each other wavering, our trust ebbing away. I try to be a nice guy, and I am most of the time, and it helps. But we can't keep doing this without some change...

If no one can hear this, we're going to hold out for as long as we can, and I'll keep writing this down so someone else can fight for us. But if someone can...

Please. We need help. We need hope.

Joshua Preston signing off.

OOC:And welcome back! Joshua is in an endless recursion of time, and in fact is on sara path a new timeline starting from when last he joined you, so he's not going to remember you. Feel free to have fun with that, though!

this time I'm not fucking up my number system either
08 December 2010 @ 11:35 am
Open Invite - A Christmas Party at the Shirogane Estate  
As some of you may already be aware, I'm planning to host a Christmas party at the Shirogane Estate on the evening of December 25th, from 6PM to midnight. It's open invitation, though I do ask that everyone please try to get along with one another. Christmas is a time for goodwill toward men, so I expect this to be a cordial occasion.

If it's all right with everyone who signed up for Willow's Secret Santa event, you are more than welcome to have the exchange take place at some point during the party.

I'll be providing worldhops to those who may need them, but I would appreciate any other worldhoppers lending a hand, as I have to oversee the preparations for the party beforehand.

If you plan on attending, please RSVP in this post. It's not mandatory, but it helps to know how much refreshments to prepare beforehand.

Please be aware that this is a family friendly event, so refrain from bringing any outside liquor with you to the party. Drinks will be provided upon request to those who are of age.

Thank you, and I do hope everyone enjoys the holidays!

((OOC: Got Mod Permission here, so event is ready to go!))
Current Mood: busy
Current Location: Inaba, Japan
07 December 2010 @ 01:40 pm
Let's have some Trauma Relief, shall we?  
I feel like I should be talking about something to counter all of the evil that got posted just now (and, Dave, I apologize for anything and everything I said about you) - so.

My wingmate and very best friend Sara has made a full recovery from the attack last week. Her brother, Derek, is cooking for her, and us, to celebrate, with some help from Merry.

Latkes, actually. D learned the recipe from his late boyfriend, and he says that 'after all that darkness we need some light around here.'

So what are you all doing to bring some light into this darkness, huh? Tis the season for it, after all.
02 December 2010 @ 08:02 pm
Well, hello my dear little ducklings~♥

As I'm sure you're well aware, my grand wedding is to be held in two weeks time. Isn't that exciting? Of course, for a event of this magnitude, I'm going to need just a teensy little bit of help from some willing volunteers. Of course, you'll be properly compensated for your time and trouble~♥

First off, we're going to need a ring bearer and a flower girl. A boy and a girl, respectively. Must be young and cute!

Second, bridesmaids and groomsmen, six each. Your clothes will be custom-tailored, of course!

The Maid of Honor is reserved for Mother Dearest. Lavi, I'll let you decide who should be Best Man.

And finally, someone to officiate over the whole thing. I believe Cross Marian has already signed up for the position, yes?

Now, we're going to need a professional tailor for fittings and such. And someone to provide the cake and various other pastries. Plus floral arrangements and decorating.

Remember! You still have to bring a gift if you want to be invited!

((OOC: Wedding plot got mod approval and is officially ready to go on the 17th! Consider this an IC sign up of sorts for various positions in the entourage.))
Current Mood: excited
01 December 2010 @ 09:31 am
Trauma 4! Fun for the whole Resistance.  
Hey everyone.

I, uh. Just finished up a major offensive back home. So, um, if I seem cranky or irritable that's the reason why.

I'm just... gonna be chilling out for a while in my room. I'll be willing to talk more about it in about an hour or so.


please let her be okay.

[ooc: replies are ICly in an hour or two after this message is posted.]
17 November 2010 @ 10:54 pm
oh no, not again.  
...at least this time I REMEMBER who I was.
06 November 2010 @ 11:23 pm
Enemy Mine  
Okay, question.

How many of you are from worlds where humanity isn't the only game in town? How many of you have non-human, intelligent allies? Or, more importantly, enemies?
20 October 2010 @ 11:23 pm
Dia De Los Muertos - Accidental Video  
Apparently, in the form of someone with a camcorder walking through the Mission District of San Francisco. Seven years after a war leveled it, even; it's still a mess, though the people living in these ruins seem to have adapted well enough.

Never mind that they're all teenagers...

Joshua is there, finishing up painting a doll. It's of a woman in a green sundress with a straw hat - or, rather, or her stylized skeleton. Josh finishes it off by drawing two curved lines with little spokes at the end - closed eyes with lashes.

A girl there - an older girl - puts a hand on Josh's shoulder and asks, "Quein...?"

"Maria Castellano," Joshua sighs. "My mother, Before."

The girl winces. "I'm sorry."

"Don't worry," Josh says. "I figure this is long overdue, anyway."
25 September 2010 @ 09:29 pm
I'm in Hell, aren't I. [purgatory virus, accidental video post]  
The feed shows a cockpit-eye view of a particularly disturbing area of the Deep Dreaming, filled with skittering geometric alien machines swarming for... whoever is in this mecha, blasting the ever living shit out of them with a rifle.

Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Major Lin? Merry? Please- please respond, I'm in way over my head... Hello? Hello? FUCK.

And the machine is running.

Superb Maquihuitl!

With a flash of light, a sword with what appears to be chain-driven crystalline shark-teeth appear in it's hands. It tries to hold the skittering things at bay.

Sara!? Keenan!? Guys, I require immediate assistance or evac! This isn't funny!

It just keeps blasting away, pausing to throw a very battered, rusty, LIGHTNING-INFUSED pair of wind-fire wheels at a distant Hydralisk-lookin' sniper.

Fuck. Eris, if this is a virus, the joke stopped being funny. Please, please help!

[I'mma gonna go with Pride as his sin, so let's see how well he does lost in the dreaming without his commander to bail him out. Response during or after the fight, specify which.]
24 September 2010 @ 07:13 pm
First post since Hoggy Warty Hogweek  
...Squalo, that was the WEIRDEST THING EVER.

Naoto, Ed, Yoriuchi... you remember that... virus... too?
10 September 2010 @ 02:31 pm
Heaven or hell, lets rock! DUELing club  
So do we have a dueling club this year or what?

If you're new, and you want to join it, now is a pretty good time.

It's damn good practical training for DADA and Charms, but honestly, we know the real reason we do it is because it's fun.

I'll be handing out sign-up sheets for Griffindor; who'se on the other houses?
07 September 2010 @ 10:53 am
Against my Nightmares, I will not sleep!  
Huh. Lot of talk about dreams and nightmares on the comm lately, specially about artificial ones.

Who's from a world with a dream-realm and with dream-creatures, how do you get there, and how do you get back?

And if dream creatures start to get pugnacious or... nightmarish, how do you kick their asses and tell them to shut the hell up?

This might be a wild teal deer, but I ask because... well, I keep telling you I'm a Pilot, right? The thing I pilot is meant to go halfway into my world's Dreaming and kill things we call the Nightmares, because... they use them to get forms.

So I'm curious to see how many other worlds have to do something similar.
04 September 2010 @ 11:25 pm
Fever - you give me fever in the morning, fever all through the night  
After this thread with Edward Elric

[Video/Locked from Envy]

[The video opens with a view of Winry's head and shoulders. Her expression is concerned and tight.]

H-hi. It's Winry. I wanted to thank you for all your help...ah...with Envy.

[Takes a breath, glancing off screen.]

I have another problem.

[The video swings, showing someone in a bed. Winry obviously carries the cellphone closer to the bed as the bed moves closer a bit jerkily, until there is a slow pan over Ed's face. He is sleeping, though it's pretty obvious he's feverish. He's covered with a blanket and there are blotchy marks evident on his visible skin. Viewers can hear Winry's voice but not see her.]

Ed's feverish. He's having chills, too. I had him take some aspirin and got him to drink some broth a little while ago. I don't know what these blotches are. I thought it might be cowpox but it's not the same pock marks. He said he had a headache and a sore throat and he's coughed but he hasn't coughed up blood.

I don't know what he's got. Can anyone help me?
Current Location: Inaba, Japan; Edward Elric's bedroom
Current Mood: worried
11 August 2010 @ 08:44 pm
Transmission 13 - Fuuuuuuuuuuck.  
He upped and di-

[Locked, Difficult to Hack] Naoto, Ed, you want me to come over? I can meet you at the Junes electronics department.[/locked]

OOC: because it's a link to the dreamworld that's my story and I'm sticking to it
05 August 2010 @ 11:17 pm
Transmission 17 - Accidental Video - if it helps imagine I'll Face Myself playing in the background  
The screen flares to life with a crackle, and reads:



"Joshua, can you hear me? Open your eyes."

Will they care about the wars you fought in the night? )
02 August 2010 @ 03:02 am
Guess what, ducks, it's one more person to ask you questions.

Riddle me this: If you leave behind everything you know and let go of everything you've ever worked for, how do you start over?
27 July 2010 @ 01:10 pm
Transmission 15 - With Love As My Weapon  
Okay, duck-leheads, this one is gonna seem kind of odd - unless you get it immediately.

Anyone else come from a world where relationships are power, literally? Where getting honest-to-god closer, more trusting and more intimate, is a source of magical/psychic/combat/whatever strength?

And... how do you keep yourselves honest about relationships, knowing that they get you upgrades?

You can post anon and locked if you wanna.