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Player Name: Sylver
Are you new?: Yup
Character Name: Daniel “Danny” Rand
Character Fandom: Ultimate Spider-Man
Other: Cursory information on Ultimate Danny Rand can be found here. Danny Rand, as part of the Marvel universe, might also be familiar with other Marvel characters and organizations like the X-Men, the Avengers, Asgardians etc.

[V.I.D.E.O]

[From the looks of it Danny seems to be acclimating himself very well for someone who found himself shanghaied to some unknown world, in a mountainous region he is completely unfamiliar with. He’s also still attired in his cotton starter pants, not that he seems at all bothered by it, in fact given the meditative state he’s fallen under and subjected you to watch…all seems well with the world.]

Adapt yourself to the things among which your lot has been cast and love sincerely the fellow creatures with whom destiny has ordained that you shall live. [Ah, now he’s coming out of it, well you just knew he had to eventually, but he’s still got that benign meditative air about him.] While I have found harmony there are a few minor details that still endeavor to harsh my mantra. Perhaps someone would be so kind as to enlighten me.

[Oh, right. Cradling one fist against the palm of the opposite, severely vertical, hand and bowing his head.] Namaste. I am called Daniel Rand, but you may call me Danny.

[Almost as if talking to a journal were a normal thing he’ll pick it up]

I have long since learned that judging a book by its cover can prove to be an unfortunate lapse in judge, fatal to those not attuned to their own appraisals . So I ask, by whose power have we been brought here? I know of very few mystics and creatures capable of transcending the dimensions…Doctor Strange, Nightmare, Dormammu, and certain of the Asgardians…I myself can only dream walk with some effort, but I am finding even that ability difficult to access.

[He seems to have become aware of his power decrease.]

Any insight would be much appreciated.

[A.C.T.I.O.N]

[Training with wings. That’s his objective for the day, at least if he’s ever going to become accustomed to fighting with his recent enhancement and the recent withdrawal of his power…or a good chunk of it. Not that Danny needs to rely on the Iron Fist, it’s little more than a tool, and a warrior must be better than the tool that they use whether it is supernatural in its construction or conventional. That doesn’t relieve the distress he’s feeling, mild, in the shrinking of his powers however, that aligned with a fear he spent so long trying to conquer. Gaining his power was an honor and a triumph, being unworthy of it or losing it…well, it’s disconcerting at the very least.

Putting it in the back of his mind, Danny focuses more on the present and how these tiny, glowing gold-ish wings interfere with his martial arts. He’s noticed a slight difference in his acrobatics with his aerodynamics thrown off a fraction here or a foot there, which doesn’t seem like much but he’s aware that it can make all the difference in the world. That is how finds himself here, on the outskirts of the village, nothing seen and nothing said, bedecked in his green and gold uniform minus the bandanna—seemingly unnecessary in his solitude. Fortunately he was able to find some of his gear in this world, not that he needs much, but the familiarity is comforting. Also comforting is the familiar motions that come with physical training, a fist or a leg cutting through the air, a leap and a following landing, all of these things are a little bit on the side of offset, but it’s still natural and for now that’s okay.

Patience takes practice and practice makes perfect. He will get the hang of this, it's all about adjusting and adapting.

Now for the Iron Fist, for him this is his biggest obstacle because this is where he observes the most change. Instead of two fists he’s back down to one, instead of the ability to strike with ground shaking, upheaving, force he’s able to fell a tree or smash a rock. The alarmingly bright residual golden glow is the same, but the intensity of his abilities are not and it’s something that will take acclimating to, more so than his balance, in the meantime he’ll continue working on his footing—that, at least, is something he can improve upon. Of course his concentration on this endeavor is almost meditative to the point where he’ll hardly notice encroachers should they pass him by, but by his own perception he’s certain of his isolation.]
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Player Name: Ryah
Are you new?: Yes
Character Name: Anakin Skywalker
Character Fandom: Star Wars

Notes: Both threads take place in the Battle Dome, two separate simulations. In the first, other characters are welcome to be fellow pilots on a mission with Anakin or rival combatants.


Anakin didn’t know if he was irritated by the fact he could just barely tell this was a simulation (and his belief he could tell this was fake might all be just from knowing beforehand this was a simulation) or if he was actually just impressed with the whole thing.

Either way, this felt like flying so he would try to accept it as real flying.

After taking the yellow starfighter through a few maneuvers to gauge the ship’s agility, he leveled out so the simulation’s obstacles were before him and on the same orientation as his view field.

He clicked the comm to raise his companion.

“Ready when you are.”




Though not as exhilarating as barrel rolls or dodging blaster fire, Anakin still found the mess of engine parts before him just as compelling. Like pieces of a puzzle, he could lose himself in these components, taking them apart, putting them back together, finding the broken parts and fixing them. Almost a kind of performance art for him and certainly a means to calm and organize his mind.

The gutted yellow starship was only meters away, reminding him the end goal of this simulation was to put this all back together again in working order.

He was so focused on his work, he didn’t notice someone approaching from behind until they were almost on top of him.
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[personal profile] captainkaladin
Player Name: Prince/Dave
Are you new?: Y
Character Name: Kaladin Stormblessed
Character Fandom: Stormlight Archives

[Action:

Kaladin’s training kicks in fast, and he’s out of the loose flowing white clothes in seconds, reaching for his weathered blue uniform - the fabric thick but well used, a little rough but familliar between his fingers. Thats when he feels them first - the wings, sprouting from his back, feathered like the strange chicken’s from Shinovar, and completely alien. Also, completely attached to his back. He’d grasped at them a few times, trying to make sense of it, but eventually left them alone - it hurts when he tugged on the feathers, but he seemed to have some control of them. He shifts on his uniform, glad that they nestle (albeit slightly uncomfortably) against his shoulder blades. At least they were out of sight. Nothing could be done for the way they itch, just slightly though. He straightens the silver buttons of his uniform a single time, tan fingers tracing the lines one final time. His trusty spear is also suspiciously missing, and he is in the middle of a forest. Both of these things are deeply unsettling. Especially seeing as the foliage doesn’t recoil from his touch - or, indeed, from any pressure at all. It just sits there, still, in all its leafy glory, and the ground isn’t hard stone like in Roshar - on the contrary, its soft like sand but denser. He places a hand against the bark of a tree, and takes in a deep breath, trying to steady himself. There is a faint breeze that seems to whistle past one ear, then he sees something that resembles tousled leaves. From it, Syl appears. She glows with a faint blue light, and lands gently on his shoulder, the short gust of wind subsiding as she crumples up like a delicate paperdoll. She takes the form of a young woman only a few centimetres in height, with a skirt that hits about her knees, and seems to sway in a breeze that isn’t quite there. She hunkers down quietly, and leans against the collar of his shirt. He doesn’t ask where her usual cheer has gone - the dissonance between this… place and their own world is explanation enough. But he is glad for her company.]

[Accidental Video:]

What is this thing? [Kaladin picks up the journal, flicking open a page. Its set up strangely, thats for sure. Also, as he speaks, the words seem to be appearing on the page - yes, words that he can actually read. He makes a startled noise, narrowing brown eyes and raising a brow and pulling an incredulous face at the book between his hands. Glyphs, sure, he had been proficient at - but words? Reading? That was a women's art. He had a feeling it had something to do with the feathery protrusions on his back. After all, they were the most alien addition on top of the list of already obscure experiences. He decides continuing the conversation can't hurt his situation.]

If anyone is here.. or can explain anything about this place, now would be the time to show yourself!

[ He sort of raises his voice at the last part, but it just seems to echo through what seems to be the vast expanse of forest. No use for it then - he starts up walking. He has the feeling he's got a long way to go before he gets an explanation for any of this. ]
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[personal profile] takesyoubytheheart
Player Name: Melissa
Are you new?: Y
Character Name: Mickey Mouse
Character Fandom: Kingdom Hearts

[Action]

[If you're out near some of the smaller trees today, you might hear a magnificent WHUMP. That's the sound a mouse makes when he falls flat on his front on the ground, from a high distance.That had to hurt. He dizzily lifts his head, trying to regain some sense of balance and consciousness.]

... Okay... So I got wings, but I can't fly. Kinda wish they came with a note sayin' so. Oof...

[He gets up, and brushes the dirt and leaves off of his clothes.]

Oh well... Long as no one saw that, things should be just fine!

[Video]

[Say hello to my little friend. Although he looks normal sized on the screen, holding the device up to take a good look at it, even though it's already on.]

Gee, it's not too different from the stuff Chip and Dale use... oh, right! Uh, hi everybody! Not sure who I'm talkin' to here, but it's real nice ta meetcha! The name's Mickey Mouse, and I was hopin' I could get a few questions answered.

But first things first... I'm lookin' for a few friends of mine. A dog named Goofy, a duck named Donald, and a bunch of humans named Sora, Riku, Kairi, and Axel.

[He pauses for a moment.]

I mean Lea. Gosh, that's gunna take some gettin' used to...
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[personal profile] halliwelled


Player Name: gabriella
Are you new?: yes//total newbie.
Character Name: phoebe halliwell.
Character Fandom: charmed.

[ a c t i o n ]

[ So Phoebe was just getting back into the swing of things, after a few weeks of writers block - thankfully. Her muse was back and she was out and about, looking for people to interview for her paper on, 'How to Deal With An Ex.' She's looking for juicy details, so be prepared for very personal questions. If you want to vent with her about the past, she's your girl! That's exactly what she's looking for. She's going to be upfront with you, giving advice if needed. It comes easy to talk with her about the past, or maybe not.  If you need a friend, she'd gladly be that person today. Pheebs started at a coffee shop and as the day's ending, she moves to a bar. ]


[ v i d e o ]

[ After the days events, a tired Phoebe switches to video ]

I was just wondering if anyone knew anything about a Piper Halliwell or a Paige Matthews. I've been searching for them for awhile now.

[ Her gaze shifts for a moment, jaw clenching. ]

And thank you for working with me today, well at least the people who were able to open up. I appreciate it.



o-ohai C:

Mar. 3rd, 2014 10:44 pm
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[personal profile] compl3telyordinary
Player Name: Squish
Are you new?: Y/Y/VY
Character Name: Anna
Character Fandom: Disney's Frozen

[ Video Log ]


Uh.. [ definitely fumbling with the communication device-- she tilts it from side to side to try and figure out how it works. ] ....hello? Is anyone in there? I have wings on my back. Is that normal...? It doesn't...feel right. [ she peeks over her shoulder and her tiny wings flap softly. Cue confused face. ]

...haa.
I mean, I guess they're pretty cute though, right?

[ Action ]

[ o hai, Luceti. Anna is definitely standing in an open section of the forest, distracted with the scenery. ] It's so...green! Wow! [ she isn't aware of it yet, but her teeny wings are a-flappin'! She stops for a moment and then just...speaks loudly. Because obviously the entity that brought her here can hear her...obvs. ]

Uh, excuse me! I'd like to go home now! [ she spins around when the wind rustles the trees. Nothing...man. ] I mean, this place is lovely and big-- but not like, bad big, because this forest is really pretty and green and...yeah...

...am I just talking to myself?
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[personal profile] goneonenight
Player Name: Scath
Are you new?: Yes!
Character Name: Shihouin Yoruichi
Character Fandom: Bleach


A: [As capable as Yoruichi is, she’s never had reason to go grocery shopping before--at home, servants handled the food, and in exile, Kisuke and Tessai worried about that sort of thing. It’s dawning on her that in this matter, at least, she’s every bit as spoiled as her best friend claims she is.]

[Despite her considerable accomplishments, her domestic skills are awkward at best. Does she grab the rice in bulk? How much soy sauce does she need? Will green onions keep a few days or does she have to use them now? Does this place sell pickles or dammit, is she going to have to steal some from a restaurant.]

[So here she is, eyeing the shelves like they’re an opponent whose weak points she’s looking to exploit. Food is serious business, y’all.]

B: [Her wings have finally stopped hurting, so Yoruichi is out in the forest learning how to function with them. They may be pretty--the orange of her old captain’s haori shades to gold tips--but they’re playing hell with basic movements and she refuses to let her ability to defend herself suffer longer than it has to.]

[She performs basic martial arts forms over and over, adjusting her movements to account for the wings. She leaps from the ground to a high bough, or from tree to tree, quickly correcting whenever she lands with a slight wobble. Kidou spells are found to be roughly half of their expected potency, and her speed isn't what it should be, either.]

[Alarming, to be sure. But Yoruichi will work with what she has, and even half her speed is blindingly fast by human standards.]

[Finally, she takes a break, settling in the crook of a wide bough several meters above the ground. She’s not immediately visible to a casual passerby, but she’s not trying to hide--those more observant of their surroundings should see her easily enough.]


(ooc: Your character is free to come across her while she’s practicing martial arts, or her running through the trees, or while she’s resting. I left this vague on purpose, so feel free to poke me via PM if you need to!)
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[personal profile] tragedyspinner
Player Name: Rosie
Are you new?: Yes'm.
Character Name: Herr D. D. Drosselmeyer
Character Fandom: Princess Tutu

[Action:]
[An old man sitting on the front steps of his house, humming a tune to himself and carving pieces of scrap wood. Those of you familiar with your classical music may recognize the tune as the march from The Nutcracker. Those of you who pay attention to his carving will notice that he is very slow and precise, careful of the nicks he makes in the wood. Exactly what he's carving is hard to determine, only that it's very small and flat.]

[His humming stops, and he chuckles, examining his work.]


You're turning out to be very rough I'm afraid, but who knows? Perhaps you'll be of use to me.

[Written:]

Good afternoon!

I must say, this library is quite small. It's barely the size of the one in Gold Crown Town.

But do you know, I can't even remember the last time I was able to properly visit a library! It's very difficult to keep up with the latest releases when you're dead.

Under the circumstances, I would appreciate some recommendations. The more tragic, the better!
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[personal profile] dacnomania
Player Name: Karma
Are you new?: Yes!
Character Name: Eren Jaeger
Character Fandom: Attack on Titan

[Action]
[This was just all sorts of wrong. To start off, it isn't his world. As far as he's concerned, it's just a well-decorated prison. Meanwhile, anything could be happening and he'd have no way of knowing or helping, and that's more than enough to put him on edge. He forces himself to not dwell on those thoughts, instead permitting them to help him devise a goal. He has to get out of here. Nothing else matters. It's a simple goal, but he has a feeling going about it will be a lot more complicated.

He glares ahead as if he can blame the air and crowd for everything. It's a wonder he still hasn't formed any wrinkles. His fingers twitch, itching to fire at the walls with the gear that isn't there. It's weird to not have the key to hold and remind himself of what he's doing, even for only a few seconds. He could really use it right now. If it weren't for the uniform, he'd probably wonder if it was a dream.

First, he needs the key. Going back is useless without it. In between searching for the key, he's been charging around trying to figure out who in the hell actually runs this place.]


[Audio]
[Hello, Luceti. Eren feels it's necessary for everyone to listen to his outburst.]

These damn things do NOTHING BUT GET IN THE WAY!
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[personal profile] trillbulations
Player Name: Alex
Are you new?: Yes
Character Name: Ezri Dax
Character Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine

1. [Action]

[Hiding out back around the corner on the patio of HQ, sitting at at table with five half-finished drinks already shoved back, Ezri contemplates the glass of blue liquid in her hands. She lifted it and took a deep breath over the glass before wincing, and setting it down quickly before even taking a drink. She pushed the glass back with the others and frowned at them.]

Okay. Kali-fal, no. Romulan alcohol was a bad idea anyway, Ezri, what were you even thinking? Curzon was crazy, that's what I was thinking. I have to find something I can actually drink. Think, Ezri, you came out for a nice time, and you are going to enjy yourself.

Firewine. I'll ask if they have any fire wine.

[She sighs.]

No. We served that at Jadzia's wedding. I can't drink that. So. Maybe...Risan wine. Curzon liked it. Maybe I will. Curzon also like to look for jamaharon after drinking it. And then Arandis killed him. But I don't actually have a horga'hn, right? Maybe I can risk it. Besides, I'm not over a hundred, I'll be fine. One glass. That's it.

Okay, Ezri. Go in there and ask. They'll just think you can...hold your liquor. That's a good thing. Impressive. Or they'll think you're drunk and cut you off. Won't know until you try.


2. [Video]

Hello. Um. Yes, hello. Heh.

[She smiles nervously at the journal.]

My name is Ezri Dax. And, well. See, the thing is, I don't really have any kind of ability or skill that is, you know, immediately useful. Here. Not exactly. I mean, I've been an engineer and studied astrophysics and exobiology and exoarchealogy and been a test pilot and all of that, but it's not really, well, my thing. At all. I mean, I get spacesick in shuttles at warp, now, so I'm not exactly the greatest pilot. It's complicated.

Anyway. Um. So. I am, I was, a counselor. On a starship. The Destiny. Um. And, well. I thought that, maybe, since, well, I'm not really doing anything else, maybe I could, um. Offer to, you know. Talk, or something, if anyone wanted an ear. Listen. I mean, don't expect much, because I'm still new here. And new at this. I mean, I'm not even really a full counselor, just an assistant, but I've been training and studying. I had been, anyway. And, well, it doesn't seem like anyone is offering anything formal, and I really, really need to do something useful, so I thought that maybe...

[She breaks off and clears her throat.]

Right. So. I was thinking, maybe. Well, we could use one of the room in the dome. Make a private area, screens to block the viewing area, no fighting or anything. It would give us an hour to talk, if...if you wanted. Since, well. You might?

I'll stop talking now. Just contact me if you're interested. It's Ezri Dax. And I'm not going anywhere, so call anytime.

[Another nervous smile, coupled with a nervous laugh, and then she gets a look that says she knows she sounds like a total fool right before the video cuts off.]
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[personal profile] fuckingwolverine
Player Name: Iddy
Are you new?: Yyyyup. Hopefully this isn't too boring; it's hard to set up top-level things with her sometimes
Character Name: Lilly Desange
Character Fandom: Mama (2013 film)

ACTION

[Lilly had arrived in the forest, and since then, she's been hanging there. Eating nuts and squirrels, sleeping in piles of leaves-- you know, the usual. She's aware of some buildings off in the distance, but so far, she hasn't gotten too close; for the most part, she isn't a wanderer, and so she's generally staying near to where she arrived. But lately, she's been straying closer and closer to the town-- after all, the last time Mama had found her she'd been in a house, so maybe that's where she'd be looking for her now. (The idea that Mama might not be here and looking for her doesn't really occur to her. Mama is amazing, and she can find Lilly anywhere.)

This morning, she's sitting in her leaf pile, snacking on some acorns for breakfast. As time goes on, she'll eventually get up and head towards the village. For the most part, she moves along on all-fours, and ignores any people she sees off in the distance... but she knows that getting closer to the buildings will inevitably bring her closer to the people, too.]


VIDEO

[Hey, Luceti. Hey. There's a six-year-old staring at you through the journal with possibly unnerving intensity. She looks confused-- she's not quite sure what this is (TV? A computer?), and what better way to figure it out than by using it.

... If she even knows it's on and recording. It's possible that she doesn't.

But it's possible that she does, because she reaches a finger forward and pokes the screen.]


Mama.
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[personal profile] unburdens
Player Name: juli
Are you new?: Yyyyyep!
Character Name: armin arlert
Character Fandom: shingeki no kyojin ( tentative canon point is c51 )

action;

( armin wonders what the catch is.

see: a place like this is almost incomprehensible in comparison to the world he comes from. but more importantly, it's a place where everything is free. he grew up with careful rationing, he knows how hard it is to sustain a population with the limited amount of farm space and resources that humanity had left. after the walls were breached, he saw human greed and practicality in action. his parents and grandfather were essentially culled to keep the rest of them alive. so a place like this, with no restrictions on food and goods? it's unthinkable.

this kind of prosperity is suspicious in itself. it's starting to feel like they're cows being fattened up for slaughter. and armin has really no doubts that they are.

he retrieves his clothing from the shops but doesn't don the uniform, thinking that it's probably best to keep a low profile for the moment. until he knows how to proceed. the lack of the familiar weight of his 3D gear on his hips is also strange, but necessary. for now, he wanders, and it seems like he's doing so aimlessly when he's carefully watching everything he can, filing away details for later use. )


network; audio

( despite being kidnapped, and despite the horrifying rumors he's heard around town so far, armin's voice is very calm and polite when he addresses the city. )

Hello. Since I'm new here, I was wondering if anyone would be willing to answer a few questions.

( the journal thing is interesting. it's a combination of a familiar object and technology that he's never dreamed of. he'll study it in-depth, later. )

Are there rules against leaving the village? And has anyone seen what's beyond this place?

( a slight pause, like he's deliberating the next part of this post -- )

Mikasa. Eren. If you're here, let me know.
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[personal profile] amurui
Player Name: Lucid
Are you new?: Not in the game... but not.... new either
Character Name: Senri
Character Fandom: +Anima

[If a tree falls in the woods and no one is around to hear it-

No wait, that's not right.

If a bunch of crazy scientist guys thought it was a great idea to stick a bear-kid in a tree, (like, really high up in that tree) and he falls out of it: does he make a sound? Well he does as a matter of fact. A slow clawing sound as he digs in to try and fight the laws of gravity, followed by the distinct popping sounds of branches breaking under his completely graceless butt, and then finally the muffled thump of him landing in a snow bank.]


((felt like rping making a pretty new journal for an older character of mine!))

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[personal profile] corps
Player Name: Allie
Are you new?: Yes, ahh!
Character Name: Erwin Smith
Character Fandom: Attack on Titan

[ action ]

[ Erwin has been searching the shops all afternoon. He's heard from others that occasionally personal belongings from home have been known to arrive in Luceti's stores, and while he has no material possession that is especially precious to him, he would very much like to have his maneuver gear returned to him, if possible. Even in a world without Titans (a reality he still has yet to fully wrap his mind around), to be without it makes him feel too vulnerable. As if--if there were a threat--he wouldn't be capable of protecting himself, or anyone else. The paranoia of living a soldier's life, he supposes.

And yet he wants, more than anything, to return to that life. The softness of this existence doesn't suit a man like him. Sorting through piles of clothes, sifting through shelves of gadgets he doesn't even know the names of, doesn't suit a man like him. His mouth is set in a grim line, his stance and movements--back straight, steps measured--strongly indicate 'military' even without his distinctive uniform jacket. Though he asks briefly for directions once or twice, he otherwise keeps to himself today unless spoken to directly. ]

[ voice ]

If anyone could take a moment to indulge my curiosity, it would be appreciated.

[ Polite, though not overly friendly. He has what he hopes to be a simple question. ]

Do these wings grow? Do you know of anyone who has successfully been able to use them for flight?

[ It's an interesting possibility, and Erwin is a man who utilizes what he is given to the fullest extent, if possible. It's a bit of a long shot, certainly, but he's banked on slimmer chances before. It's more of a curiosity than anything, anyway; he has little doubt that if he were to return to his home, there would be no wings on his back but the ones stitched into his jacket. ]
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[personal profile] quitethecharmer
Player Name: Bofu
Are you new?: Y, first time jitters, etc.
Character Name: Scott Summers / Cyclops
Character Fandom: X-Men: Evolution

[With the rate that Scott's been visiting the Battle Dome since his arrival, he probably should have just moved in to the place.

The tall, lanky young man is dressed in a distinctive, blue uniform emblazoned with a gigantic, golden X. On his head, he wears a yellow visor with a red, ruby-like slot over his eyes. The wings on his back match the ruby color perfectly, standing out considerably on his back.

Scott has a serious expression on his face as he operates the command console, obviously deep in thought. His forehead has a thin sheer of sweat, making it obvious that he's been using the Battle Dome for its intended purpose. Perhaps a little too much.

He mutters to himself absentmindedly, unaware that anyone might be listening in.]


Let's see... if I recreate the Danger Room in there, is that going to tear open the time-space continuum or something?

[He looks up for a moment, his brows furrowed beneath that visor of his as he contemplates just how that would work.]

...I guess I'd better not risk it.

[And he's back at it, programming his third straight scenario. Hope nobody else was planning on using that room today.]
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[personal profile] painfully
Player Name: JC
Are you new?: Yep
Character Name: Peeta Mellark
Character Fandom: The Hunger Games


A. [Action;]

[It's been a few days now since his arrival. His return, technically, although he can't recall ever being here before.]

[Real or Not Real, Peeta Mellark has wings.]

[Exhaustion finally claimed him at some point (his recall of the last few days is hazy at best) and he now has at least a few hours of sleep in him. He's fairly certain he didn't actually manage to harm anyone that first day. Surely they would have locked him away if he had, right?]

[Still, as he walks he hunches his shoulders inside the over-large hooded sweatshirt that's currently hiding his wings, avoiding others as best he can. Nestled between his hands is a cup of hot chocolate, that luxury he only tasted for the first time recently, during his days in the Capitol leading up to the Games. The warm liquid soothes his throat, gone raw from screaming.]

[He has no real destination in mind beyond getting out and stretching his legs. Maybe he shouldn't be out, endangering others. Maybe they ought to have locked him away when they had the chance. Yet standing here now, looking up at the sign for the bakery, he doesn't feel particularly dangerous. He just feels tired, and worn, and empty.]



B. [Voice;]

[His voice is hoarse, as if it's been used too much recently.]

So apparently I've been here before... or at least, that's what they tell me. Does that happen often around here? People coming and going?


((ooc: replies will have to wait until I'm out of work tomorrow, alas. and i'm on plurk as hellblazing for random prodding purposes >>; ))
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[personal profile] queenofisolation
Player Name: Melon
Are you new?: No
Character Name: Elsa
Character Fandom: Frozen

[A]; Action
[Elsa has taken a little trip to the North of town well passed the houses and near the river. It's started to snow but aside from a cape, she has little need to hide from it. If anyone is used to cold weather, it's her.

She had considered going deeper into the woods but found herself hesitant. The woods here might hold more dangers than packs of wolves and while she was sure she could defend herself, it seemed more prudent to avoid them for right now. At least until she knew the extent of her power loss. Her fear had gotten the best of her when she first arrived and frosted a few trees where she woke up at the forest's edge but it hadn't done much more.

She leaned down once she reached the river's edge. Closing her eyes and sighing out a breath first to steady herself, she reached down to gently lay a finger against the water. Her finger never ended up touching it, ice springing to life and coating a section of the river in a matter of seconds.

The blonde smiled faintly at that.]


At least that much still works.

[...Should she be happy for that discovery?]

----------

[B]; Voice/Video
[There is little sound for a moment aside from the mild rustling and small sounds of movement. Then the sound of one clearing their throat rises.]

... Hello?

[There comes a soft, slightly awkward breath of a laugh.]

I'm not sure I'll ever get used to chatting with a book like this.

[More silence. In the next few moments comes the sudden blinking on of video and a curious expression on the face of a pale woman, the very faint smattering of freckles only barely visible from this close. She freezes once she notes the video, looking all the world like someone caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

And then she backs up quickly, having been almost right up against the journal itself.]


My apologies, I didn't realize... this really is a versatile little thing, isn't it.

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[C]; Open Action Prompt
[OOC: Basically if there's something you want to try out, feel free.]
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[personal profile] orderlyheichou
Player Name: Nobu
Are you new?: Yes
Character Name: Levi
Character Fandom: Attack on Titan


A. [Action]

[Something about staying cooped up in a room just didn’t sit right with Levi, he had to be doing something. Anything productive would be nice. He had probably wiped down everything so many times that it wouldn’t be surprising if things actually sparkled.

Perhaps he should find himself some kind of work, but it was difficult. It wasn’t that any task would be too hard, it was too plain awkward to find anything else. Compared to what he had done for years to suddenly feel like life was just child’s play… it was annoying.

On a bright side, at least he got his clothing back to feel somewhat familiar, but the whole talking animals thing was something he would never get used to. He didn’t need a pestering cat watching him every time he would step outside.]


B. [Voice]

[In a monotone voice, yet if paid attention closely enough it would sound slightly strained. He really didn’t like feeling like a spoiled brat, especially coming from a place where rations were always a major concern.]

So all this free stuff that stays plentiful and electricity thrown in just for the hell of it... Although it’s great, it’s goddamn sickening as well. Kids are going to get lazy.
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[personal profile] readytobe
Player Name: Molly!
Are you new?: Yes I am!
Character Name: Mewtwo
Character Fandom: Pokemon (anime/movie)

[The following entry is in text, with the camera on the journal obscured.]

I have found a structure built into the cave system of the mountains. It contains machinery, and what appear to be prison cells...

Since I understand that our enclosure has been populated for some time...I assume that there is some information about this place. Indulge me, if you will. Perhaps this was the site of some of the...experiments...I have heard are conducted on us?
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[personal profile] clumsyduck
Player Name: Terra
Are you new?: Yes I am~ I'm fresh meat. Come at me carnivores!
Character Name: Duck
Character Fandom:  Princess Tutu

[This was probably the last thing she thought would happen to her. It was one thing to be stuck in this strange place, it was enough to be here as a duck. She didn't have her pendent, so what was she going to do? She would have to live as a duck, but in this strange place, she wasn't sure if she wanted to. She let out a small sigh. There really wasn't much she could do in this situation. Although a thought did cross her mind.

She went to search for water, no matter how little it may be. She was positive she wouldn't be able to return as a girl and she promised Fakir that she would be her true self. What harm was it to make sure, though? Once she found a fountain dripping slowly, she ran under it to see if it would work. Once she was hit with the water drop, she braced herself out of habit to see if she would change back.

Nothing happened.

Letting out another sigh, she went on her way, examining where she might be. It wasn't like she could just ask around to see how she got there or where she was. No one would understand her. Passing by a store, she noticed something from the corner of her eye.]


No, it's nothing. Keep on walking, Duck....

[She couldn't help but to look again. What she saw was not what she expected.]

What?! Is that--- It is! But how?!

[In the store display, she saw that familiar pendent that she knew anywhere. She instantly ran to go grab it, waiting for someone else to open the door to the store. Once she got in, she maneuvered her way to the display, trying to get to the pendent. Just before she was about to grab it with her beak, someone reached for it.]

No! I need that! Quack! Quack!!

[Please get through to the person.... Please!]

[OOC: The italics show what she's thinking, not actually saying.]

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