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Well, clearly somebody skipped the lesson on matching our accessories. [ The disembodied voice, with just the hint of several different countries in its depths, is joined by the blur of black and white mesh before it focuses on the deeply unhappy face of one Magnus Bane. To the untrained he looks normal - well, normal for a given use of the word - coloured skin and gold-green eyes. Of course, there's the glitter adorning those eyelids, and the hue of his lipstick to contend with but come on, it's the twenty-first century. He has a reputation to uphold.

To those of a more supernatural persuasion Magnus is more Chesire like. In that those eyes are shaped like a cats and flash when he moves as though light has been shone into his face.
]

Whoever thought that dragging me from my planned alcohol induced revelry was a good idea - it wasn't. Next time how about a nice RSVP. One of those little envelopes gilded in gold. Or sent with a goody bag. I like bonbons. In fact I only party with people who like bonbons. If you don't there's something deeply disturbing about you and I suggest you see a psychiatrist immediately. Or phone up the late-night psychics. Mistress Night read my palm once. [ A grin. ] And other places. My future's very bright.

[ A pause, and then the smirk drops off his face. ] Come on faceless and mysterious message givers, I haven't got all day. I have a nice loft all of my own and while your hospitality is interesting there are still several bars in Brooklyn that require my ability to drink them dry.

[ Who dares disturb the High Warlock, indeed. ]
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[ Veronica turns on the camera. In the background is the fountain. In the foreground is a rather irritated blonde who looks like she could happily deck somebody. But for right now, her baser desires are repressed, taken over instead by irritation and the sort of attitude that inspired her guidance counselor to say completely untrue and false things. Mostly. ]

So, don' take this the wrong way or anything, guys, but I kind of thought that once I was done with you, I'd be, you know, done with you.

And yet you guys just keep pulling me back in? Was I not terrible enough the first time? In case you forgot, I'm pretty sure I bit some of you.

Speaking of, what the hell is going on? I notice I'm human again. Cool. I notice I'm here again. Not. Cool. Did they take me? What happened?

Answers, people. Answers now.
recognize_an_opportunity: (I'm not sure about this)
[personal profile] recognize_an_opportunity
[This is, at least, an attempt at a video. An attempt because when the video comes on, there's nothing to be seen -- vampires don't show up in video, apparently -- but there's certainly Meyer's irritated voice coming from somewhere. An irritated voice that seems to be alternating between questioning just what's going on today, and... counting.]

Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen... Look, the way I see it, this place is strange already. Is this really necessary? I don't... eighteen, nineteen... know exactly what's going on. Any information would be appreciated, of course.

[There's a pause.]

And if someone could explain to me exactly how long this is going to last, that'd be good, too. This is already getting old.

[OOC: Yes, this is your resident vampire with a counting obsession. Sadly, he doesn't show up in video, but if someone comes and finds him, they can see his unfortunate fangs firsthand.]

[VIDEO]

Apr. 5th, 2013 07:04 am
primogen_vampirate: (Angry)
[personal profile] primogen_vampirate
[Mina's using the video feature for a change. Her face flickers on and three things become readily apparent. First, she appears to be naked, at least from the shoulders up, not counting a silver chain around her neck, threaded with a silver ring. Second, she's soaking wet.

Third? She's pissed.

Behind her, one can see the water of the docks. As she speaks, she appears to be bobbing up and down a little bit. The casual observer will notice that there's a faded blue colour running up and down the sides of her neck and shoulders. The more keen observer will also notice that her prim and proper RP seems to be slipping to cockney a little bit at the moment.]


I appreciate a good joke as much as the next person, darlings. Really, I do. But you see, the thing about comedy is that it's only funny if it's happening to someone else.

This is not bloody funny.

[Behind her, an iridescent, blue and purple fin breaks the surface of the water for a moment.]

Pendragon, if this is your doing, we really must have words.
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[personal profile] dowhatisays
[Hello Cape Kore, were you feeling a lack of New Yorkers you needed to fill? Another very strong accent comes over the device, deeper this time and much angrier.

Do to the automated response from his wrist... whatever, Charlie has come to the conclusion that it's some kind of direct line to his kidnappers. So please do excuse him for making rather a colourful first impression.]


I don't know who you thinks you are, you sick fucks, but whatever they're paying you ain't gonna be worth jack shit when I gets my hands on you, you hear?

And what kind of idiot you gotta be to dump someone and not fucking search 'em first?

Hey! [Charlie's voice becomes a little more indistinct as he moves his wrist to flag down a passing stranger.]

What to I gotta do to get a fucking car around here?
hellofist: (hello there)
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[When the feed comes on, it's... probably an accident, really. The only thing in view is murky water and a lot of bubbles, occasional flashes of silver, and every now and then, a pair of feet. The sound is muffled because of the water, but there's a lot of obvious splashing going on.

There's a split second image of a fish and then the comm is out of the water. Cass is catching fish in the forest, no big deal. She tosses her prize toward the pile of them on the shore, then notices her comm is on. Must have been hit by the fish. Or a rock. Hmm.]


Um. Hi! [She waves, then uses her thumb to wipe off some of the water.] Catching food. Have a lot, now. If you... need some, can come take. Lots of fish in river.

Can show... how to catch, too. How to clean, cook.

[She turns to show her catch and there's... kind of a lot of fish. She's been at this for awhile, there's enough for everyone.]

Might... need pillowcases, to carry home.
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[personal profile] hidingtiger
[ It doesn't take long for Raven to figure out how to get the communicator on. It does take her a little longer to decide whether or not she wants to actually do anything with that information, though. When the feed switches on she's sitting comfortably at the edge of the fountain, although the expression on her face is anything but entertained. ]

When I said no, I meant no. I don't know where all this... [ the feed jumps about a bit as she rotates her wrist, but it comes back to normal after a moment or two. ] technology has come from, or why you'd bother disguising it, but it's not happening. I'm not interested.

[ And then she frowns and folds one leg over the other, gaze dropping from the communicator to somewhere to the left of her. She's had enough of talking to the device on her wrist it seems, because after a moment or two the video flips and it becomes apparent that she's stood up and has started to walk through the town.

It lasts a moment longer before her wrist bumps her leg and it cuts out.
]
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[personal profile] nevermindtherunning
[He's far too chipper when the video flashes on. His jacket is missing as he had yet to ever patch it up, thanks to the spiders. Why? Because here he sits in the middle of a complete rubbish pile of broken toasters, microwaves, and oven parts, sleeves rolled up and his tie missing as he proudly holds up a small metal... box thing.]

Lookatit! Just take a look! Brilliant, eh!? Not bad with such primitive tools I had to work with, which were better when I was trapped on Earth with UNIT in the 70s. Now that was a headache and a challenge, although I still had my TAR-- [He realizes Donna may catch this feed and cuts himself off.]. Handicapped, of course, but at least I had access to my tools and lab to use when things got tricky, although the Brigadier didn't approve...

[He pauses to lick his lips, realizing he's rambling.] Anyway, after 3 days, I've designed these bad boys. Not some of my best work, but given what I have to work with, not so bad. They'll be gather data for me. On what, you ask? The wind!

Now the wind doesn't really matter, or so you think, ohhh but it matters greatly! After enough data, I should be able to generally globally determine where we are - if we're even on Earth - and well, we'll see where the data takes me!

That being said, try not to be alarmed when I'm on your rooftop setting these up. I've only made 4, but tomorrow night they go online.

[Private to Mina and Castiel]
[The Doctor's face falls, his cheerful demeanor replaced with serious.] I spoke with Donna, and I think we can do this. I think with your help, we can further suppress the dormant Time Lord knowledge in her and... maybe bring other memories around? Is that possible?

Her memories are already leaking out in her dreams...

Rassilon, I hope I don't kill her with this. [He scrubs at his face, mostly muttering to himself at this point.] I'm being selfish.
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[The video opens with an uncomfortably close recording of Nathan's face. He squints at it, flicks the screen, then seemingly satisfied starts to talk.]

All right, so I have three questions for your weirdos. First off, what year is this supposed to be?

Second, what sort of shitty power is this? I know it isn't mine, because hello, A-list. And I think I might've remembered packing myself a bin bag of nothing, ditching my phone, and teleporting myself to the fuck end of nowhere.

[Nathan moves his arm further from his face, allowing the camera to see the face of the fountain centrepiece, which Nathan seems to be hanging off.]

Last question. What's the cheapest hotel you've got around here? You wouldn't believe how wet Medusa's getting here, and she's a little shy about getting it on in public if you know what I mean.

[And just in case anyone doesn't, he proceeds to dry hump the statue.]

Oh, Medusa! I don't think I can hold on much longer. Oh-- Shit!

[The last word has a genuine note of panic it it, and Nathan's eyes have widened. Luckily for everyone, balancing and holding out his arm to record this proves too much for Nathan. He slips, landing with a splash in the fountain. The feed cuts out.]
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[She is disoriented. The odors here are so different and she can’t find the smells of the pack. Her fingers flutter nervously, pushing escaped tendrils of bright red hair out of her face.

She looks almost panicked and on the edge of tears. Brown eyes lock on the bracelet thing around her wrist. Brigid bites her lower lip.]


I don’t want a house. I have one. I don’t need another one. I’m staying with my aunt and uncle. Mark and Anne Hannigan, from Cambridge. Can someone please direct me to the nearest bus station?

[She swallows and turns away. Her brown eyes find the feed again. They shine with unshed tears. Her curly red hair flutters around her face. One blunt-nailed hand rises and brushes tendrils back behind her ear. Brigid isn’t wearing makeup and is drowned in a bomber jacket with several military patches on it. Her eyes flicker out over the area around the fountain.

She nearly curls in on herself.]


Can anyone hear me? I need to get home. Please. If you can tell me how to get home… I’d appreciate it.
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So the food is getting low. [It's an obvious statement, but just an introductory one, muttered only a little louder than the sound of pen scratching to paper just a few inches from the microphone. He like the audio better, and no one needs to know where he is. Onto the slightly-less obvious, which Tim lays out a little louder and a little slower, like he's concentrating.] At least, the easy food. It seems like most of us are from modern times, used to...modern conveniences. ...Ah.

[One second, let him wrap up this note, close his notebook with a quiet shuffle of paper. Here, you have his full attention:] But, I know that several of you are hunters, several others used to surviving in the wild. Living off the land would be slightly less modern and slightly less convenient, but if there's edible meat around, I for one am more than happy to get my hands dirty.

And I'm one-hundred percent sure I'm not the only one unsatisfied with trusting the natives completely. [That's for you, Edgar, if you're listening.] I can prepare an animal for eating. I know a little bit about desperation farming and cooking and...whatever. The point I'm getting to is that if anyone is having trouble, let me know and we can figure something out. And if anyone thinks I could use schooling, come at me, sensei.
onteamdyson: (Whoa dude- why are you naked?)
[personal profile] onteamdyson
[Oh hey, it's the ceiling. In the kitchen. Yep, that's the top of the fridge, and there... there are some cans of beets on the counter and... Kenzi lying on her stomach on the floor. Maybe she's hurt! Maybe she's dying! Maybe she's--] Piiiizzzzaaaaaaa. How the hell is this even a fraction of fairness. If you're gonna force us to be lab rats for your fucked up experiments, the least you could do is send us some ACTUAL FOOD! What the hell do you want?! Seriously! What has to happen for there to be heavenly, doughy goodness covered in magical tomato-y sauce and gooey, gooey cheese?!

[So she's fine, basically. Just whiny. Carry on.]

... Also, I know a lot of people are missing or-- ... just gone. So. I wanted to make a list. If you're missing someone that was here with us, let me know. I'm writing it all down. Even if you think they just stepped out and totally forgot to tell you!

Thanks.
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[When the video comes on, Bruce looks down into the feed, then away again, pressing his lips together before he's back, strength renewed.]

My memory of the last few days isn't... so good, but I'm pretty sure that I, ah... may have attacked some of you.

[He's still sore where someone burned him, and though he remembers the pain and the heat, he has no recollection of who was hurting him. No face other than that of what must've been a hallucination because that -- he -- he's dead.

And anyway his hands weren't made of fire.]

I'd like to apologize for that. I'm not really a violent person... when I'm not on crazy hallucinogens. No LSD for me, I guess.

[He smiles weakly and then nods at the communicator.]

If any of you need medical attention, I'm back up to speed and will be in the clinic not having split-personality-esque arguments with myself. Sherlock and I will look into -- uh, not that I've asked him since we regained our sanity. Well, anyone want to help look into what these drugs were? Crazy!Sherlock and myself tossed around the idea of taking some blood samples. If you have more ideas or want to help out, that'd be great.
hung_garian: (They call me Gabriel)
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Right. Newbie. Blond, tall, smirky, goes by Lucifer? Don't fucking piss him off, 'kay? Flat-out keep your distance if at all possible. Especially if you're human. You won't just be putting your ass on the line, it'll be everyone's too. He won't massacre you all if you don't cross him, and trust me, he'd like to. It's an offer you won't get twice, and if I have to personally take out anyone who tries anything on with him, I will. Just a heads up, gang.

[He's not sure that he isn't blowing his cover in doing this, but right now that's a secondary concern. Primary concern is whether people will actually listen to him, especially given who he is. He's hoping so - this arrangement is fragile enough that one impulsive hero type could ruin it, and there's altogether too many of those in this place.]
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[ There's a tiny half-smile curving the man's lips as the image of his face fills the communicator's screen. He's a relatively unremarkable looking man. Features a little sharp, maybe. Short hair dark blond and spiky. Not quite disheveled, but on its way to getting there.

He almost looks amused. ]


Hello, Cape Kore.

[ His voice is pleasant, neither too high nor too deep. He sounds friendly. ]

You'll have to excuse my brevity, but I'm very busy right now and I don't have time for the usual games.

[ His tone never changes, it remains light and subtly apologetic. ]

So if the one who summoned me here would come forward, I would appreciate it.
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[personal profile] shesamarshmallow
I hope we're still doing this.

Angels?

Activate.

[ She pauses dramatically, waiting as seconds tick by. ]

That means report. Seriously. I have to hobble. You talk to me, I'll talk to you. Maybe you'll swing me around and use my cast as a weapon. But talk to me.
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Is this on?

[It is, and giving a nice shot of a wide-eyed little guy bundled up and sitting outside by the fountain. He watches the camera, but occasionally (just occasionally) takes a skittery look out to the side.] Hey, I--uh, hello.

Has anyone started catalogueing the wildlife around here? I mean--beyond robot bears. Natural wildlife: deer, rabbits, regular bears--uh, birds? Owls, maybe?

video / 02

Jan. 19th, 2013 11:49 pm
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[personal profile] stiling
It- hang on.

[ Stiles is inhaling very very deeply through his nose for some reason or another, a spasmodic in and out and in and out for about a full minute. He looks incredibly pleased with himself, probably because he's just gotten his poor sense of smell back - or so much as he remembers - and the process of all this is terribly fascinating right now. ]

[ After a pause in which he starts breathing normally, he scratches quickly at his chin. ]


Uh-huh. Okay. Was I just gone for a while? Is that, uh. That can't be normal.
shesamarshmallow: (chillin like a villain)
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[Guess who can see again, bitches? That's right. This video is brought to you by the letters V and M, the number one, and the activity today will be kicking A. It's also brought to you by a pint-sized blonde who is totally up to snuff. Mostly. Veronica is only slightly bothered by the lack of food - growing up poor has its perks - but her foot is still healing.]

Hey, all you food-deprived and in some special cases brain-deprived peeps! It just so happens that I've been pretty much out of commission and doing little more than watching Candle Cove. So what's the skinny, the sitch, the four-one-one? I'm getting cabin fever, and trust me. You do not want a bored Veronica Mars on your hands.

[And with that, Veronica grows serious.]

Do you see what you've done, Troy? Not only did he take my foot, but he made me speak in the third person, Troy.

Third person.

[Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand scene.]
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[ Feed flickers on and it's just showing the sky...and the curious sniffing nose of one of Logan's dire wolves. From the looks of it, he's just at the edge of the woods and just laying on the ground like it's any thing to do. But it's fucking cold...and Dean's not wanting to put up with this shit. His communicator shuts off for a moment before he's...sitting at the gazebo instead of staying at the house. ]

So...I'm guessing I missed the Christmas party? Anyone seen my brother? Anybody know what the hell happened? [ He'd stopped at the house but...Sam's stuff wasn't there. There wasn't really a sign that anyone had been there in a couple days.

It didn't really help none.
]

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