24 July 2013 @ 10:25 pm
So I just thought I'd share with everyone here that I am

a) not dead

b) not arrested

c) just a little bit more famous than I was yesterday

and d) co-founder of kick-ass treasure that pretty much redefines history as we knew it.

Yeah, pretty good day overall.

And with that, I am way past exhausted, and heading for some aptly-deserved sleep. Fear not, all questions will be answered to the best of my ability in the morning.

[ooc: all replies will be forward dated to tomorrow]
13 April 2013 @ 09:31 am
[Cinderella is shown in the living room of her Brooklyn apartment. She looks a little tired, and is just glad her latest mission is over.]

Well that was fun. Who would have thought I would be facing the Wicked Bitch of the East again. Perhaps this time she'll stay dead.

[Then she smirks a little.]

At least I got something out of it.

[She reaches down and brings out a pair of silver slippers.]

These babies have some special powers that can really help me in my job, one of which consisting of clicking the heels three times and the wearer can be anywhere they want. And it turns out they're just my size. So, who wants to help me test them out?
10 April 2013 @ 08:55 pm
[As the video kicks in Cu Chulainn can be seen wearing a forced grin, it's actually a little manic. Almost like he'd been slipped a ton of caffeine.]

So my little redlegs (he has indeed been hanging around London too long)...[ as he says through clenched teeth doing his best to maintain his broad, twisted smile]...you wouldn't say this is a scary face right? This is a friendly face. This is an approachable face. This is a face you can trust.

[If only he could take you all and put you inside of his head.] Right?
12 March 2013 @ 12:28 am
Okay first my TV showed a duck and wouldn't go away so I unplugged it, next my cell phone wouldn't work due to the same duck showing on its screen so I had to turn it off, then I went outside and found that you asses posted a duck on any flat surface you could find, now I'm back on my phone and I want to know some things.

First: What is your fucking problem?
Second: How the hell are you doing this?
08 March 2013 @ 06:46 pm
video | (poorly) filtered away from bane  
[The video starts with a woman typing away on a laptop only pausing to check her phone before resuming her work. It almost looks like she has no idea that she's being recorded until she looks straight into the camera.]

Is there any way to pull a video off the community so you can share it elsewhere? I've been trying for hours, but I'm hardly an expert. [She pauses a second, as if realizing something, and then laughs.] I'm sorry. I shouldn't be asking for help without a proper introduction first. My name is Miranda Tate. It's nice to meet all of you.
22 February 2013 @ 04:11 pm
video - So what happened to the village idiot?  
[Anyone who knows even a little bit about the Táin Bó Cuailnge saga might know what happened to Cú Chulainn when he found the boy-troop training at Emain Macha slaughtered. He takes on a horrifying ríastrad type form, more commonly known as 'warp spasm'...and like the Hulk, he becomes a giant, hideous, rage beast. Emphasis on the hideous.

This time there's no one to send an army of bare chested women at him or to dunk him in barrels of cold water (which his rage would turn into boiling water). Nope, this time he had to self sooth.

Which brings us to the ridiculous state that he's in right now.

His body is half in/half out of a shallow creek in some kind of wooded area...or it might have been a wooded area once upon a time ago. Right now it looks like a giant came galumphing through and pulled up most of the surrounding tress by their roots as if they were nothing more than weeds. The surrounding vegetation had seen its fair share of better days as well.

Of course tearing up the forest isn't the only method for self soothing that he's tried, just take a gander at the barrels, the bottle, the jars, and beakers lying around and try not to think too hard about where all of that substance is right now. London will be awakening shortly to an alcohol ransack, but that's okay because Cú Chulainn is safely out of the city.

In fact, he's just plain out, which is why he's covered in muck, his face is planted in the grass, and a small family of hedgehogs are attempting nest in his hair for the day. Weather he finally managed to wear himself out or if he really was able to consume enough toxins, it might be a mystery as to how he finally managed to calm down.]
22 February 2013 @ 11:21 am
Images )

[Miharu hesitates for a moment before taking the Driver.]

I can do this. I can finally be the Rider I should be.
21 February 2013 @ 07:54 pm
To clear up any possible confusion that may have resulted from recent events: I am not in fact dead.

Or at least no more than I am on any other day.

12 February 2013 @ 08:59 am
[Video...on purpose this time]  
Unlike last time, this time I have control over this thing. Wild, isn't it?

So you get a video on purpose...isn't that the most fortuitous thing?

Actually I'm a little reluctant to show you this because it's embarrassing and I don't embarrass easy...but it's also been a long time since I've laughed so hard. Being able to laugh is important, I think it outweighs embarrassment so I'll go ahead and show you...

...Just remember I'm much better looking than the kid in this video. Don't forget that. It's very, very important that you remember that. I was so damn good looking in my day they wanted me to get married out of fear for their own wives and daughters. So devastatingly handsome...

If we understand that then here:

video )
26 January 2013 @ 01:55 am
o25 [video]  
Well this is awkward. Back again...? it was nice while it lasted, i almost forgot the world outside my own home existed.

[it's a known smile; to those that know him, a familiarity, all unchanging for the most part. the camera is a little off-point more showing from the nose and down. He doesn't seem to care too much to do anything about it, and finishes off a cigarette.]

... Or am I dreamin'? I wouldn't be surprised. ... Where's the time gone? It's gotten cold and the world keeps turning turning and people are changing like the seasons. I hate it.

I can't say I've been doin' much. I made a resolution to smoke 'less' because I'm sure it's not great for the cat, but you can say I've failed - if it's possible, I think it's only made me smoke more and that's a problem.. well only because I have to leave the house to get more.

My birthday is soon. Who's trying to change themselves this year?

[he seems a bit distracted. sort of fidgeting in place - a show of restlessness and unease if you knew he didn't normally make much effort to do anything but lay there and smirk stupidly at his audience.]

17 March 2012 @ 09:11 pm
Community, it has come to my attention that it's St Patrick's Day and yet I have yet to see even a single post taking note of this fact. Naturally, as an Irishman myself I am shocked and appalled at this terrible state of affairs, especially given the community's usually up for celebrating overly commercialised holidays in some way or another.

The solution to this problem is obviously for you all to start celebrating in style by eating, drinking, and wearing as much green as you can bring yourselves to find in your wardrobes, effective as of right now.

Although don't drink the green beer they'll try and fob off on you, that shite's only good for gullible tourists and I think most of you are probably better than that.
24 October 2011 @ 08:46 pm
[ accidental voice post ]  
[ If you're wondering why the feed you're getting today sounds a bit tinnier and more static-y than usual, that would be because Lyle, master of the actual bona-fide accidental voice post in a sea of community-induced ones, has... sat on his phone. Yup. You're getting tinny futuristic-phone quality livestream direct from his pocket. ]

[ There's a heavy sigh before Lyle speaks, sounding tired. ] ... So. How many did we...

Haven't heard yet. [ The second man's voice is lightly accented with German, sounding just as exhausted. ] They haven't got back to us with numbers... Hey! [ he raises his voice ] Have you got that radio working yet?

"We're still working on the signal, but--"

"--acked today. For reasons of both security and accuracy details cannot be confirmed at this time, however the government believes that over half of those present in the te-- [ There's a loud shuffling of static as Lyle moves that obscures the rest of the sentence, then a decisive click as he turns it off. ]

Turn that shite off, Klaus, the last thing we need is the official spin on it. [ More rustling and static, closer to the phone this time, and then with an absent-minded scrabble of someone trying to get a grip on something and a click, the recording ends. ]
13 May 2011 @ 11:26 pm
Okay. Question time, ducks, so don't let me down. Anyone here know a good way to quit smoking? Not just cut back, I mean actually quit. Ways that actually work preferred, please. Half the stuff you hear about is nothing but a whole lot of glorified crap.

[FAILED lock from Neil]

... and uh, second of all, and please keep this quiet from my brother, but. Say you'd just had a pretty freaky experience - yeah, I know what you're thinking, but I mean freaky even by my standards. And say you had to tell your brother something that's both really important and a little more than potentially upsetting, how would you go about doing it gently? Answers on a postcard, please.

((Lyle and Neil are both affected by the crossover AU virus! They're in a Supernatural-esque world and have fake memories of being comm members in it, so have fun. c: ))
Current Mood: uncomfortable
Current Location: some seedy b&b
29 January 2011 @ 10:36 pm
Another virus, huh? Figures we'd be overdue for another one already. I've been out of touch with this place lately, so I guess I've just lost track of it all.

... hey, does anyone want to grab a drink with me? I'm back home this weekend for the first time in forever and I've been drinking alone a bit too often lately. It's probably not good for me. Usual pub if anyone's interested.

((ooc: about 2 months-post s2!Lyle, go!))
12 December 2010 @ 06:59 pm
Can someone give me a world-hop to wherever Xion is right now? I wouldn't ask but I'm kind of stuck with the multiversal transportation department, and I'm not gonna go into details, but I think she needs someone with her right now.

Thanks in advance.
Current Mood: worried
11 October 2010 @ 09:34 pm
[POST TFLN-EVENT; wasn't affected l-lol]  
Damn, guys. You had a party that wild and I wasn't invited? Well, I guess I know where I stand with you all now.
Current Mood: amused
11 September 2010 @ 11:37 am
[Made to look as if it's been fail!locked to the Claws; really wide-open for trollage 8D]  
Alright, fellow Ravenlaws, our first match of the season this year is against Gryffindor. Since my brother's in charge over there, that shouldn't be a problem, am I right? Although I can't be sure about any sort of party yet, it should be a pretty easy win, so I'm sure we can twist a few arms.

Anyway, call it a strange sort of hunch, but since I have a funny feeling that the Gryffindors have scheduled a team practice tonight, we should probably get on and call one of our own. Someone's gotta book that pitch to make sure none of us have gotten slack over the summer, right?

As for the rest of you, I'm sure that we can count on your support on the day. Can't let Gryffindor get so complacent about stealing the Cup this year that they slack off on keeping their game plan secret, right?
03 July 2010 @ 09:00 pm
I woke up this morning in a flat that isn't mine but all the stuff in it has my name written all over it. Even the stuff that's too big for me. This weird website has this account with my name too, and I wasn't tied up or anything to stop me getting out, so I don't think it's the usual sort of kidnapping.

If this is some kind of prank, it's not very funny.
Current Mood: annoyed
17 May 2010 @ 03:18 am
PSA time.  
Attention, community-dwellers:

OOCly cut for a SFW image; not cut IC )

This is what your flat looks like after Nena Trinity has just been through it on a rage-induced rampage. Please, for your own safety, do not let her talk to certain oblivious Irishmen while in close proximity to your valuable possessions, or you too may have to tell a similar sad story to the community at large. No, strangely enough that armchair is not meant to be in the kitchen.

Also, Neil, you owe me about 800 euros in damages, my house looks like a bomb hit it right now.

((OOC: Reference! Nena trashed his flat while this thread was going on. :'D))
Current Mood: annoyed
Current Location: Belfast, Ireland
18 April 2010 @ 06:26 pm
[my name's lyle, bitch bitch bitch]  
So, say hypothetically your supposed best friend and apparently now full-time slave driver was continually pestering you to make you do something that most sane people would say had over a 90% chance of being impossible. How do you go about ramming it home in his brain as politely as possible that he can shove his suggestion where the sun doesn't shine?
Current Mood: annoyed