14 January 2013 @ 08:05 pm
tenth; video  
[Lyall happens to be wandering past his computer- which he was attempting to fiddle with a little while ago- when he notices something. The community, in all its glory.]

Oh, I say. I was hoping this would start working again. I hope James didn't worry anyone while I was disconnected.
19 November 2012 @ 12:41 am
text; college au virus!  
Due to an unfortunate accident in my experimental facilities, all papers and assignments due this week in my Biology and Veterinary Sciences classes have been granted an extension until next week.

Please don't let this delay your completion of them- last minute work is still unacceptable.

Dr. R. Lyall
03 September 2012 @ 01:00 pm
[The video switches on in BUR offices -- and look, Randolph is there, sitting hunched over a desk. He looks up from his paperwork, obviously unaware he’s being recorded. And then he lets loose in glorious song

Well, not quite glorious. Actually, he’s a little off key. More than a little. And there’s a distinct note of howling when he hits the high notes. But that’s not important. What matters here is the music and heartfelt song.]

Picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor
Reachin' for the phone 'cause I can't fight it anymore

[Look! The video slides to the side, and a second fills the empty space -- It’s James! He’s moving around his cabin in the Dutchman, evidence of heavy drinking all around. Bottles of alcohol, two empty glasses on the table-- it’s an eighteenth century party! By contrast, his voice is a rich baritone, and unlike some people (ahem) he can actually stay on pitch.]

And I wonder if I ever cross your mind

For me it happens all the time.

It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone, and I need you now
Said I wouldn't call, but I lost all control and I need you now
And I don't know how I can do without,
I just need you now

[James moves through the cabin, neatening things up. He comes across the last of a bottle and, with a grim shrug, finishes it off in one swig.]

Another shot of whiskey, can't stop looking at the door
Wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before

And I wonder if I ever cross your mind

For me it happens all the time.

It’s a quarter after one, I’m a little drunk, and I need you now
Said I wouldn’t call, but I’ve lost all control and I need you now
And I don't know how I can do without,
I just need you now.

[It’s amazing how, despite being in different worlds, they can actually harmonize. Sort of.]

Yes, I’d rather hurt than feel nothing at all

It’s a quarter after one, I’m all alone, and I need you now

And I said I wouldn’t call, but I’m a little drunk, and I need you now

And I don’t know how I can do without
I just need you now.

I just need need you now...

[Dramatic fade to black? You bet your ass.]

[OOC: James, Randolph, Both]
06 August 2012 @ 08:15 pm
[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.]
29 June 2012 @ 07:23 pm
eighth; video  
[Lyall looks tired- it's early morning for him, which means he should be heading off to bed. Instead, he's still awake and working for some reason. He looks... not quite up to his usual flawless self. His cravat is slightly askew, and his hair is not in its usual tidy arrangement.

Something is clearly terribly wrong. If one can pick up such cues from cravats, that is.]

Good morning, everyone. I was wondering...

[His lips tighten slightly, unhappily.]

I was wondering how many- if any- of you regret your involvement in this place?

Additionally, has anyone ever managed to voluntarily remove themselves? I've heard of it being done by some whim of the community's, but I was curious as to anyone had ever left on their own and not been bothered again. This is entirely hypothetical, of course. I've no pressing reason to leave.
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 @ 05:36 pm
sixth; video  
[The video is obviously accidental- for one, there's no way that Lyall could have turned it on, considering that he's currently a wolf. A very annoyed looking wolf, twisting around to see if his wings are still in place.

They are. He looks adorable with them, though their continued presence seems to annoy him further. What does he have to do to get rid of them? He can't go out in public like this.]
02 May 2012 @ 01:35 pm
fifth; text  
My dear members of the community,

I understand that emotions are an inherently illogical facet of life, but sometimes they seem even more illogical than one would expect- take, for example, viruses. There seems to be no way to resist or avoid them, and they can make you feel or do things that you would not otherwise do.

In that case, feeling guilty for such actions or emotions would seem to make very little sense, wouldn't it? Yet it seems to be somewhat widespread and I must confess myself to be baffled by this phenomenon. There is no reason to blame yourself for a feeling that was imposed upon you in an irresistible fashion by an outside force.

Why is it that people do?

Randolph Lyall
20 April 2012 @ 11:57 am
fourth; memory lane video  
[Two men are in bed in a scandalous state of undress- don't worry, though, there are well-placed blankets. One of them is recognizable as Professor Lyall. The other is a handsome dark-haired gentleman, apparently of Italian extraction.

The Italian man is writing in a journal, with Lyall pressed up against his side, reading a book. In the background, the sound of wolves howling is audible, though distant. It's all very cozy and rather intimate for such public viewing.

Lyall puts his book down and turns towards the other man with what would seem to be amorous intentions, kissing his neck.]

Aren't you done writing yet? I am feeling dreadfully neglected.

[The other man puts down his journal and pen on the table- although he has to lean to do it, he keeps a hand on Lyall's arm the entire time- and turns towards the professor.]

For an immortal you can be very impatient, you know.

[Lyall bites him for that, garnering a not-displeased gasp from the man.]

Only when it comes to you, Sandy- I am immortal, not a saint.

Good, because if you were a saint I would not be able to do this...

[Fortunately, the video ends before anything more embarrassing can be seen. Lyall's dignity will have been damaged enough.]

[ooc: blue is, of course, Alessandro Tarabotti.]
30 March 2012 @ 09:32 am
[Lyall seems to be very concerned with polishing his glassicals, though on the whole he is very calm.]

Well, I begin to realize how powerful viruses can really be. What a curious event- I must say it is unique in all my years of life.

...Arthur, Eames, Ariadne, 11-12, it was lovely to meet all of you, of course. At least such occasions can provide me with charming company.
11 March 2012 @ 10:04 pm
second; video  
[The camera flicks on to show Lyall in a shocking state of undress- which is to say that his jacket is draped over the back of his chair and his sleeves have been rolled up to expose his forearms. Dreadful.

Even more unusual is the expression of mild irritation on his face.]

I must say that it is quite a blow to have half a century's collection of samples wiped out in such a short period of time.

It will take another five decades to build it up again, and of course they will be different-

[He cuts himself off, rubbing his forehead.]

Well, I suppose there's nothing to be done for it.
25 February 2012 @ 06:48 pm
first; video and text  
[The video flicks on to show an interested face, though it's... mostly obscured by what looks like a cross between a pair of glasses and a pair of binoculars that grotesquely magnify one eye.]

Fascinating. When this appeared in my office I was hardly expecting it to be so unusual.

[Thankfully for everyone, the glasses come off now to reveal a man of indeterminate age, sandy hair neatly combed and cravat impeccably tied. He doesn't look directly into the camera, instead staring off into space, voice thoughtful.]

Perhaps some sort of aetheric device... ah.

[A thought strikes him and he leans in to type slowly- the book, or the device that appears to be a book, has keys with letters on them. They must be to communicate with something...]

Please inform me of your purpose.