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gender-at-will.livejournal.com

[Well, if there is anyone on deck, they may notice a rather perplexed looking D’eon, over the edge of the ship, then to the area above it. While he understood very well that he was old fashioned, and was frequently at a loss when it came to technology, there was simply no logical explanation for this.

How was this ship moving with no sails or oars?

How was it even floating?! It was metal, and quite honestly the largest ship he had ever seen...there... had to be some sort of magic? While he hated jumping to that conclusion he could not come up with a more logical answer, besides, it wasn’t like the Author was above such things.]

djfreezyfrieza.livejournal.com

_{Have yourself a very irritated and tired looking Frieza. He has been keeping fairly quiet until today when finally...he realized that the kid was not going to go away. He looks as though he has not slept in a few days. There is a squalling 3 yrd old hanging from his arm and he shakes it to dislodge the screaming toddler.}

I will gladly grant anyone anything if they can destroy this...this...thing.

eugene-watson.livejournal.com

[The feed comes on with Eugene holding a clipboard and a pen and standing in the middle of the main encampment.]

Okay, I think we should take a head count for survivors. What I have gathered is that two are missing. Please respond so I can mark you as present.

[He's half expecting some snark in response but that's part of the job.]

chaotictherapy.livejournal.com

[The feed starts.. or at least tries to. It’s interrupted by a sharp burst of static that’s uncomfortably loud. Amongst the interference a tall figure is stood there with a blade in hand. Whether what covers the helmet and blade is rust or blood is anyone’s guess. Though what's on the apron is obvious. Whatever the being is, it doesn’t look too happy. The blackberry gets stomped on as he sets off - the feed dies.
As the Red Demon carries on down the hall, many inhabitants will notice static affecting the blackberries, warning them of his approach. He’s not looking for any of them however, he’s searching for his current sinner. For now.]

big-bang-blue.livejournal.com

[Laying on the floor in the Main Hall is a skinny blue alien with a rather large head. His belt buckle and spiked shoulder boards have a strange matching "M" symbol. His large eyes are closed at the moment.

His head lolls to the side for a moment with a groan coming from the alien.]

Oh, I must have partied hard. Life of a celebrity really can take the toll on a person...wait.

[He sits up straight as a board, his eyes widen.]

This place doesn't smell like my room. [gasps] MINION!!

[Scrawny legs scramble up to stand upright only to have platform boots trip on the edge of the rug.]

Drat! [mutters] How many times must I tell him no PLATFORMS!! I can't walk in them.

MINION!!

[Now the alien is away from the camera view and the feed eventually cuts off.]

ownednavigator.livejournal.com

[there's anxious looking blond on screen, clearly walking through the halls in an attempt to figure out what's going on, casting the occasional furtive look over his shoulder.]

Ah-- Hello. I'm not sure I'm using this right-- it operates like a relic from a century ago...-- but if you can hear me, could you tell me where I am? I'm lost and I don't-- I don't know how I got here. I've got an important mission to do back home, and my partner-- [Abel pales slightly. Oh man, when Cain realizes he's gone...] ...he'll be upset that I'm missing.

ec-10offender.livejournal.com

_{[John is enjoying a stroll outside when he stops outside the Dilophosaur paddock. He reads the sign, saying that they are capable of spitting goo that will blind him on contact with his eyes. He backs away slowly hearing a slight hiss and rattling. He turns around and scurries away, nervous]}

What the hell is going on here? I haven't really gone out much, but....why are there dangerous things here. And where are the staff? Who's feeding these things?

imatrollmon.livejournal.com

[The feed starts with a clatter and some cackling. Soon enough dust settles to catch glimpses of a large blue figure riding a very disgruntled raptor. He holds on for a good number of minutes before he's thrown on the ground next to the blackberry. He's grinning and laughing up a storm even as the raptor comes around to lunge at him. He rolls out of the way last minute, and gives the raptor a kick in the ankle-ish area knocking it over. In a second he's got the thing tied up and is happily sitting on top of the creature. Taking a nice rest after the little workout]

imatrollmon.livejournal.com

[There's a crunch and the video feed cuts on to the inside of a mouth. When the face pulls away there's a a visage of a tusked blue behemoth on the screen, looking utterly perplexed. and after giving a sniff he tosses the slobbery thing off to the side. The room shown is very primitive and tribal looking, housing odd beaded feathered little knickknacks, also there are no shortages of skulls, and the occasional shrunken head... and probably many more things your average sane person doesn't want to know about.]

Now, where be Vol'Jin... dis be some trick of dem's alliance scum?

[His old raspy voice can be easily picked up by the blackberry, despite it's place on the floor. He bends down sniffing then feeling the ground. He finding his bow under the bed he takes it, feeling much more comfortable]

No, dis be no trick of dems human's... Dis be some powerful voodoo dat brought old Vol'Jin here...

[He stands up straight to crack his back, and bumps his head on the ceiling. He rubs his head. Grumbling he heads out the door leaving the device behind]

[OOC:Since he's so primitive, if he hears the blackberry speaking his first reaction will probably be to kill it, so in person is probably the way to go with him XD]

meat-cleavage.livejournal.com

[a very very angry face is on the screen. The previous week had been withstandable, but this? This was just downright offensive. He goes to speak out in protest but the only noise that comes out is some sort of growl from what sounds like a small animal. Well life sucks for an unfinished clone. He starts typing frantically and VERY VERY angrily on the blackberry.]

What the hell is going on with this nonsense?!

britbitchsnark.livejournal.com

[Shaun's eyes shot open as he found himself sprawled on his bed, it felt like he was wearing clothes but with the apparent lack of curtains or blinds.. what he felt obviously didn't matter. With a quick panic he dives under the duvet.]

BLOODY HELL-- WHAT IS THIS?!

[Abstergo?! A cheap joke by Becca-- no she wasn't that intelligent. His head pops out the top of the duvet and examines the room... well it sort of looked like his room in the old warehouse with a hint of his room at Uni.. this.. This right here? This was like a god damned dream where you imagine you're in public. Naked. Embarrassing yourself - horribly. (He'd make someone bleed for this when he found them..) Sadly it wasn't one, he felt the pain vividly when he pinched his skin between his blunt nails.

Hopping from the bed, looking like some bizarre duvet monster he begins examining the desk. Notes scattered everywhere, his computer all set up an contentedly running-- ah! A Blackberry. He picked it up and scrutinised the outdated model, raising a brow, and very much oblivious to the red light - too distracted by the strangeness.]

What have you got to say for yourself, then..?

Wait it's on?! --Where the hell am I? Whoever's bright idea it was to bring me here has another thing coming! I've got much more important things to be doing right now, not that you could ever understand, so if you'd kindly take me back to my team? No? Wonderful. Thank you. Bloody tosser.

[And the feed ends abruptly. Such a Diva.]

meat-cleavage.livejournal.com

[The feed begins by the communicator crashing to the ground. It’s facing upwards towards the ceiling, showing a massive clawed hand dangling over the edge of the bed. There’s a grunt and some shifting and soon the surprisingly human visage of a shaggy looking blond man looking down at the device]

The hell?

[He reaches down and picks it up, unaware that it was on. Deciding it to be useless he tosses it onto the bed and looks around, eyes narrowing. This whole place reeked of humans. He had probably been captured... but how? And why the hell would they put him in such an unguarded room? Where they really that stupid? Regardless he had no intention of sticking around to see what they wanted. He opened the nearest window.... and THERE GOES THE FRONT OF HIS SHIRT?! WHAT THE HELL!? He lept back into the shade.... very very very confused and GAPING at the window... those bastards were trickier then he first thought...]

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Entries tagged with comment: nina sayers

7th Psalm || D'eon || [in person]

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{15th Calculation} Headcount [Video/ In Person]

First Execution // [Accidental Video/In Person]

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the 1st navigation ;; video/voice/action

Dosage 6 John Preston [Video]

2nd ritual || Vol'Jin || [Video/in person]

1rst ritual || Vol'Jin || [Accidental video] [in person]

2nd prowl || Viral || [video/text]

Quip 1 // [Accidental Video] // You're gonna wish you never met me, tears are gonna fall

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