24 May 2011 @ 10:07 pm
☼ 006 [text; ip blocked]  
For whomever might be new, and even those of us who may not be, I'd like to pose something of an open ended question:

How much stock, if any, should one place in dreams?
15 May 2011 @ 06:52 pm
☼ 005 [video] The wedding of the century.  
[The video opens, a beautiful Spring day. As it pans out in amateur camcorder fashion, Adam and Peter come into view, a justice of the peace standing between them. They stand on the steps to an elaborate gazebo, looking out over a sea of white folding chairs filled with tearful faces. Adam and Peter are each holding a brass goblet, looking expectantly to the man between them. He begins to speak, evenly and without much intonation:]

You were born to be together, and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when the wings of death scatter your days.
Ay, you shall be together even in your silent memory.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heaven dance between you.
Love one another, but make not a bondage of love.
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup, but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread, but eat not of the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone, though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping,
For only the hand of life can contain your hearts.
And stand together, yet not too near together,
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in shadow.

[They smile, curving their arms around each other and drinking from the other's cup. The stands erupt in applause, Peter's family and friends standing to cheer.]
13 May 2011 @ 01:11 pm
016 || video  
[ Peter is looking... astoundingly more happy than usual, which is a feat unto itself. You could even say he's ~glowing~ (not in a radioactive kind of way), but that might be a stretch.

Overall acting way too excited for his own good, he's finding it almost difficult to talk, pressing his hand to his mouth for a moment. ... Or maybe that's just to unconsciously show off his wedding band. And then, finally:

Adam proposed. And you're all welcome to come to the wedding.

[ ooc; People close to Peter are more than welcome to not think this is all that weird 8D ]
05 May 2011 @ 02:00 pm
☼ 004 [failed anon]  
[This is a somewhat high-quality video taken from Adam's iPhone. At first all that can be seen is a kitchen, modest in its appliances to say the least. For those of you who have ever visited the Fire Nation, you might recognize the setting as the kitchens in the Fire Palace. The camera pans left and Peter Petrelli comes into view,] Like this? [he asks someone off screen, a whirl of air spinning like a cyclone between his hands. Seemingly reassured, he moves forward to a bowl set on the counter, bringing his little hurricane to the mixture - and coating himself in flour.

Some faint laughter can be heard before the video cuts out-- ]
20 April 2011 @ 12:18 pm
☼ 003  
What would you do with forever?

Ah, not so fast. Interesting answers only.
07 April 2011 @ 12:23 am
☼ 002  
[Adam is speaking directly into the camera, a blue backdrop behind him like you might find at a High School picture day. He's smiling, though he does look tired. From driving 12 hours straight maybe - just for example.]

Hello again, Drama Drama Duck, [he says pleasantly, crossing one leg over the other.]

As you may have noticed, I'm no longer in a coffin. Nor do I find myself in a cell. You heard that correctly: Adam Monroe is a free man. [He allows a pause for emphasis.]

A young man here on the Community suggested something I found rather interesting. For those of you who may have history classes, I believe I may be able to be of assistance. If you need a firsthand account of anything that's happened in the past 400 years, I'm your man.

Anyway, I've had an exhausting day, I'll get to you all tomorrow.

[Replies ICly the next morning.]
24 March 2011 @ 10:03 pm
☼ 001  
[Adam's face is illuminated only by the blue electronic glow of his cellphone, but he's frowning at it and turning it every which way.]

How in the blazes.... I've been down here for days, how does this still have battery life.

[Adam blinks a few times before righting the phone and realizing belatedly that it's recording him. His expression of dull confusion immediately turns to that of desperate. He speaks slowly and deliberately in case someone really can see this video,]

If anyone is seeing this, I'm trapped in a coffin. Buried alive! And it's as awful as it sounds.... A terrible villain has done this to me, and I fear for my death. I'm running out of air, you see.

I know what you're thinking: a man who was buried alive must truly deserve his fate. Well, children... I don't. It was a conspiracy against me. An evil plot to release an epidemic on this world.

Sound ridiculous? Perhaps, but it is also the truth, I swear to you. I was only trying to save the world. With me six feet under, it doubtlessly still needs saving.

[the feed cuts him off and he weeps delicately into his satin-lined casket.]