Video | 7/15, Shadow Event | MTT-Brand Exposé

[Oh, look at this, won't you? Another message from a black eyed monstrosity with a pleased smirk on his face. Pointed teeth flash in the light cast by Mettaton's TAB, but it's definitely not Mettaton who's holding it. At least...not the one which would seem familiar anymore.]

Hello, beauties!! How are you this evening~? I do so hope I find you well!! Oh, me? I'm positively fantastic--and why wouldn't I be, given the circumstances?

[He shifts, as if put off balance, and there's a shuffling sound out of sight...maybe from below the TAB's view? It's hard to tell unless you're really listening...]

So! I thought I'd talk to all of you about something veeery important! That is, I'm here to address the flagrant misrepresentation of myself which has been electing to hide himself--his true self!! Ahaha, just look at him trying now!! Sweetheart, there's absolutely no need to struggle!!

[At that point, the TAB finally angles downward and there's the real Mettaton, shooting a glare to kill at his shadow, but not exactly struggling. Perhaps the shadow was embellishing a little. He frowns, an expression caught in the peripheral of the recording device as he shifts it. His free arm reaches out, snaking around the real Mettaton and pulling him close for what had to be the most uncomfortable selfie in the world.

Mettaton's expression is dour and uncomfortable.]


So, everyone! Have a look at this pretender, won't you? This sham who sullies the name of Mettaton with such pitiful displays of weakness!! Why, I bet he couldn't hold a crowd if he wanted!! He's honestly so sad to behold, isn't he?! After all, he's not an actor, he's not a kind soul, and he cares very little for his friends and family--enough to utterly forget who made this body and force his poor cousin to tears, and even to fail his new bosom bestie!!! Wow!!!! How many times can you fail those you supposedly love?!

[The shadow nudges Mettaton as best he can when he's holding the bot captive, but Mettaton offers no defense for himself.

Seemingly disgusted, the shadow's arm releases Mettaton so quickly that he puts the robot off kilter, only to shove him to the ground. Mettaton doesn't fight. He just scowls as his shadow brazenly presses a boot against his chestplate, stepping on his scarf.

Mettaton doesn't fight, doesn't speak.]


Well, there you have it. Why don't we take an audience count on it, hmm? Should I let this embarrassing facsimile of a real star continue to ruin my good name?

Text or phone in at your leisure, beauties!! Toodles!!!
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[personal profile] monomachy2017-07-12 09:57 pm

video;

[diana has been here just over a week and already this world seems to be falling apart. between the power outage and these strange creatures with black pits for eyes, her first impression of thisavrou is not exactly ideal.

but she's an optimist at heart, even when the situation seems impossible.

she has propped her TAB up on one of the walls outside her new home and has fiddled with it until she's figured out the video function. thank goodness she's a fast learner and that the information packet had lived up to its name. the amazon stands tall, tiara upon her head, armor shining, lasso of hestia glowing at her waist, and shield slung across her back. once she's certain the video is recording (resulting in a few seconds of her just standing there silently), she clears her throat and addresses the strange little device.]


I am Diana, princess of Themyscira.

[she wonders, right after she says it, if she should have kept the disguise that steve had given her in london. but she isn't in london, and steve... steve isn't here. she will not run away from who she is, or the duty that comes with that identity. it would not be right.]

I am new to this place, but not to battle against creatures from another realm. These mimics cannot be allowed to spread their corruption across this world. Already, I have seen them attack innocent people. If they are allowed to roam unchecked, I believe they will wreak untold havoc.

[she pauses, believing this is a good and fair assessment of their current situation. she exhales slowly.]

I do not know if they can be killed so easily. Certainly not without weapons. I attempted to stop one, but my intervention did not seem to faze it, and eventually it fled. So I am in need of a sword. A spear or bow will do. If nothing else, I need direction to a smithy where I might make my own.

[diana pauses, shifting her weight. she doesn't know if this is exactly the same as leading troops into battle, but--]

I cannot do nothing. Whether or not you join me is your choice.

[ooc; this post is neither forward- nor back-dated!]
a_shadow: (Farewell Alpha)
[personal profile] a_shadow2017-07-11 09:26 pm

audio; forward-dated to immediately after Kurt and Matthew's post

All right, I'm making this fast and dirty. Whoever is around my shadow, you should be able to kill it in just a second.

[ There's a long silence here, as if Tex is having second thoughts about doing this. ]

Look, this is just for the benefit of anyone in my shadow's vicinity, because it's fucking powerful and violent and I don't want it killing anyone.

[ Another pause, a shorter one, and her voice returns, quieter and full of grief. ]

I killed Connie. I didn't know until later what she was doing and I killed her. She left a file full of evidence behind and I found out later that was probably the worst thing I could have done.

I've...never...forgiven myself for that.

[ There's a lot more Tex could confess, but it just takes one, as far as she knows. Hopefully it's good enough. ]

❧ 005 [video] (forward dated to july 18th)

[ Tired of shadow people going stabbitty on your loved ones and ruining your family dinners? Then listen up, because here's a psa from your friendly neighborhood blue-toned mutant and a cute boy who's never had parents (don't tell him that): Kurt Wagner and Matthew Lynch!

They appear close together in front of the camera, leaning forward earnestly, and both of them start talking at once. ]


Everyone--
Hey, guys--

[ They didn't practice this in advance, it was more important to get the message out as soon as possible. Matthew looks at Kurt, nods, then back to the camera. ]

We know how to stop them. All those clone-- people. You can get rid of them if you make, like, a sacrifice.

Exactly, ja. There seems to be multiple ways of doing this, whether you decide to forgive someone who has wronged you in the past, disclose something personal, admit to feelings for someone, allow yourself acceptance and closure of people you've loved and-or lost, or facing the one thing that you fear most. Then, and only then will you be able to defeat the shadow being. [Pause.] Or reason with them, at the very least.

Right, yeah. All of that. Or, they said you can give up a memory about one of those things and that'll do the trick, too.

[ Who said what exactly? Matthew doesn't think to explain where this information came from. ]

So, that's all you have to do, and then everything can go back to normal. [ He looks to Kurt again for confirmation. ] I think.

[There's a brisk nod from the teleporter, a brief glance from his peripheral at Matthew then back toward the screen, apprehension clear on his face.] I'm sure I speak for the both of us when I say this, but ... be careful.

[Kurt exchanges a final look with the dream boy before ending the feed.]


(ooc: replies will mostly be handled like a three person conversation! if you prefer having a conversation with only one of the boys, simply state in your response so we know. .^.)
tearsinajar: (pic#10588297)

text; (locked from nathan drake)

[ It's been two weeks since she's woken up in the Complex, the effects of her cryostasis wearing off, finally. The effects of her death and resurging, that's another story. Her throat and lungs aren't feeling so raw but the latter still feels rough. At least she no longer feels like she's going to choke with each breath she takes. And the hacking up blood has stopped. On the other hand, the nightmares of the exact moment don't come as often but they're there.

They're always there.
]

I was always under the impression that when you died, you stayed dead. There were no second chances. Maybe I haven't come to terms with it. I've come close to death's door too often but never like that.

Has anyone ever...?


[ If anyone here has died and returned, wouldn't asking bring back unpleasant memories? Elena's aware of that, unfortunately there's only been one other person whom she's been able to talk to who can relate.

This isn't something she can talk to Nate about because of how sensitive a topic it is between them still, and that's why she's locked the post from him. She needs to know if there are others.

Plus there's just one more thing...
]

My wedding ring also seems to be missing... It's plain silver and has an engraving on the inside. It's been missing since I woke up in the Complex.

If it's shown up anywhere then please, I'd appreciate a heads up.



( ooc; the ring is gone forever, and although the post is locked from older!nate, it's still free game for anyone who knows him to bring up the post/topic/any conversation to him. c: )
sugaroutlaw: (Got a sunroof top)

video

So annoying. [Says a low, lazy voice as the video starts. At first the feed is a little shaky, the focus is moving from dark hair to big shiny hoop earring and down to cheek, revealing some of the painted lips, before shooting up to show forehead and sunglasses. Guess someone isn't used to holding a camera.]

So um. Yo. [The woman in the video starts, sounding rather hesitant and awkward. She keeps a weird break before speaking again, this time trying to force the certainty to her voice:]

Got a few questions and these weird-ass looking tentacle faces are being too fucking pissy and annoying for negotiations. So umh, yeah. I'm looking for someone. Or someones, I guess. [The camera moves further away, now properly showing woman's face. She's lying on top of a big, bright colored scooter and her whole appearance is somewhat tense and fidgeting, almost as if she wished to be anywhere else but on live camera. It's dark in the background which rises the question why does she even need sunglasses?]

I'm looking for a guy. A really good looking guy so you'd definitely remember seeing him around. The other one I'm looking for is a kid. The most surliest girl you'll ever see, you know, like mouth full of lemons. But they look alike, the kid and guy. So. [She shrugs. Clearly she thinks she's given enough information.]

Other than that, anyone know where I can find this robot-something called Ted. Or Todd. Other Ingress Deputy shits will do. I got stuff to negotiate with them.

[In the last part her voice sounds much more confident than before, there's even touch of cheekiness to her expression.

There's another silent break before she ends the video.]

(no subject)

[Wash appears on the screen, grudgingly out of armour, his face drawn and pinched around the mouth. He looks exhausted, eyes sunken and dark with exhaustion. Arriving here is just one more thing that seems specifically designed to fuck up his life.]

My name is Ag- [No, he's not Agent Washington anymore is he? He's not with the UNSC. He's not with project Freelancer. He's not anything.] My name is Washington.

They said that- [He can't believe he's saying this. His life is a fucking joke and his death will probably be the punchline. Until then, he is stuck dealing with this shit. Assuming he hasn't snapped altogether. That's also a possibility.]

They said that I have been sucked in through some kind of bullshit dimension hopping. [Yes, his teeth are gritted as he says it.] I'm looking for anyone who knows what the UNSC is.

[It's not that he wants to find anyone from home. There's no-one he cares for left alive and even then... well, he tries not to think about them too much. But he just needs someone to remind him that that wasn't all fictional.]
callamities: (concerned)

text; july 5th

[It’s unfortunate that he has to turn to the network. Unfortunate, but unsurprising. He can only go so long without energy and his handlers hadn’t provided nearly enough guidance for him to find a solution on his own. He had hoped someone would give him further instructions before he hit hard limits, but after almost four days without charge, the situation is urgent enough for him to make a general request for assistance.

Calla elects for text over video or audio. He has no illusions that he’ll pass for a Creator with the message he’s about to post, but at least he can spare anyone from hearing his audio glitch. Plus, if what he’s doing is somehow against protocol, at least no one will have a face to match with his offense.]


Hello everyone.

[He reads and rereads the opening words a few times. They seem inoffensive enough...]

I was hoping someone would be kind enough to answer a small question of mine. I’m sure it’s a silly thing to ask, but I can’t seem to find any charging stations in the Ingress Complex. Would anyone please let me know where I might find any available for public use? I haven’t been installed in my new function yet and I just need enough power to tide me over until then.

[Calla can’t detect anything objectionable in that request. Perhaps it comes across as a little slow—the lack of readily available information on the subject suggests common knowledge—but that’s nothing out of the ordinary for a Created. He thinks for a moment and then adds another line.]

Liquid energy would be acceptable as well.

[Liquid energy had been a luxury in the Gardens, a novelty reserved for those who accompanied paying Creators. But given how strange this new world is, Calla can’t rule out the possibility that it’s the norm here.]

Thank you in advance for your assistance.

01 ☂ Voice; (backdated to sun's out, fun's out event)

[A woman's voice comes over the network. She sounds annoyed. Like she's been waiting and waiting for something and now that it's finally happened, she has to collect herself.]

Yes, hello? Is this the Customer Service line? I've been trying to call your shit for days now. I know that the sun is out and everything but that doesn't mean you can not answer the phone! If the sun goes out, who else am I gonna call? I've got to report this service outage to someone. The sun going out is also kinda unprofessional. I'm not exactly feeling confident in you guys here.

Anyway, my complaint is as follows. I need to get off this plane of existence like right fucking now. And I know that it's probably not your fault who you pick up and drop off here, it's just policy and blah blah blah but it's very important that I get back to the plane of existence I was on before. I want to return this kidnapping for a full refund.

I hate to show up and run without wrecking any shit as is my thing, but this is kind of getting in the way of what I'm trying to do. Which is literally ONE JOB. I had one fucking job and this makes it look like I can't do one job. So for the sake of my resume and the universe, send me back.

Also some asshole owes me 15 dollars and I need to collect. Priorities and all.

Yes, that's it. Thank you for your time. But next time if this complaint doesn't go through, I'm gonna ask for your goddamn manager!

((No TAZ spoilers really in the post but some might always appear in the comments, I will try to warn for anything in the subject head!))
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[personal profile] ascendit2017-07-05 08:51 pm

text backdated to July 2nd; HEY TECH PEOPLE

i'm no good with tech and not much better with magic, but i have a device that's supposed to do universe travel when it's not broken. if someone working on the ingress wants to have a look at it and play around with it, see if you can copy something that might help, go for it

cos i'm sick of evacuating my treehouse


[Well, no, he's not offering up the device which is his only way of using magic and also a solid barrier between him and death just because he's tired of evacuating. He's doing it for everyone here, because the twin planets' reliance on the Ingress has become immediately and tangibly clear since its outage, and if he has something that might help fix it, he's going to offer it.]

[OOC plotting comment about this offer if you want to use it as a springboard!]

[Video]

[Upon the screen flickers on the image of a woman with black hair and a full set of armor with a sword engulfed in flames engraved at its center. The camera is set at an awkward angle and some adjusting takes place, but it's clear someone has at least done their research on the device before them. Once in better focus, the expression given is one of incredulity before it eases into a more friendly demeanor.]

I think I've exhausted passersby well enough with my questions. To those who have been of help thus far, thank you. If this does, in fact, work as I was reassured, [there's a tired sigh,] then there is still a great deal I have yet to understand.

[She manages a lighter smile. Her tone gives little joy, however, and holds a serious air with her words carefully considered.]

Assuming it is working, however, I am Ser Evangeline de Brassard, Templar previously of the White Spire [She pauses in consideration if there is more to say on that matter, but with only a moment she moves on.] I realize titles likely mean little here, but should it to anyone I would encourage working together if a way is to be found to fixing this current predicament.

While I am still learning about this place, it takes little to understand this is a dire situation. Please do not hesitate if any are in need of assistance. It may be small, but I will help however I am able.

[Her demeanor visibly relaxes just as well as her smile.]

Thank you.

- VIDEO - set in a dark little workshop -

So, for those of you who have been living under a rock, the Ingress is down for maintenance. [She pauses for effect, but not dramatic effect. In fact, just in case anyone is in doubt about how underwhelmed she is, she adds a sarcastic,] Ohhh noooooo.

[But she knocks it off a moment later.] Which... kinda makes me wonder why there's only one Ingress? I mean, this is what technology does. The motherboard fries, the battery dies, the motor overloads and catches the engine compartment on fire, it goes obsolete because the manufacturer decided to remove headphone jacks -- that's the circle of life. Or should I say... circuit of life?

[There's a notification sound from her TAB. She picks it up, and scowls a little at what she sees.]

... aw, c'mon, my pun wasn't that bad.

[She huffs and sets it back down.] AN-y-way, maybe this is the perfect time to roll out something to replace it? Something, let's say... personal?

Y'see, I've already been reverse engineering Hyperion's digistruction tech, and -- [she says with increasing enthusiasm] -- it took a lot of time to get the atomic reconstruction matrix right, but now that it's stopped turning my hats into jello, I think it's juuuust about ready to scale up, and start warping living things from place to place.

Lemme show you! Imagine that this is you. [She sets a toy robot down in front of the camera.] And imagine that table over there is the other planet! All we have to do is digistruct you down like so...

[She holds a device over the doll. It appears to scan it, and then disintegrate it down into blocks of light. A mildly terrifying thought, maybe.]

[Gaige picks up the TAB and moves it over to the far table.]
Then, we have a second digistructor which beams all your data over to the destination, and -- voila!

[She presses a button, and the robot reappears, as if it were being reassembled out of the blocks of light. However, there's a small problem: It's not on the table. Instead, it's about five feet to the left, sticking halfway into the wall. Its feet dangle down helplessly.]

... okay. Maybe it still has a few bugs to work out before we start using it on living things. Just-- give me a few hours to redo the calibration--

[And the camera's off again.]
redshitlord: (A glorious existence)

video; after the NPC post

HAS ANYONE SEEN LAVA LA--

LAVELLAN?? HAS ANYBODY SEEN MY DUDE?


[This would probably be a more successful broadcast if it weren't for the fact Sideswipe is yelling. A lot.]

[His buddy the elf has missed his check-in. And with the announcement of the Ingress Emergency, the 'bot is just a little bit panicked.]


He's like! Built like a stick okay? He's got pointy little ears and face squiggles and he hasn't called me in like forever!

Has anybody seen him?!

video

[Liquid considered just using text for a message, but who needs to bother with that, huh? So here he is, looking into the camera, and while he seems a little annoyed, it's not much.]

So, now that we're confined to slightly less exciting adventures...

Who wants to bet on the next horrible thing making its way around? My entirely hypothetical money's on whatever that 'flesh goo' nonsense is.

[He might be slightly bored.]
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[personal profile] nishizono2017-06-28 01:54 pm

text;

[ In light of current events, Tetora's back to his old haunts on the Ingress. Which isn't too bad! Except for one small thing. ]

hey does this mean we're all fucking grounded? in space???
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[personal profile] stodgebot2017-06-27 12:16 pm

(NPC Post) EMERGENCY BROADCAST 2 - Video

AHEM.

[Those present at the start of May might recognize the high, insistent tones that come across the TABs. Along with the small, floating orb-shape producing them. For those that don't...]

This is T-O-D, Deputy of Ingress Contingency Coordination, reporting a catastrophe of UNPRECEDENTED proportions!

On Day 77 of our current cycle, two recent residents of Thisavrou exceeded their clearance. They were discovered in a restricted sector of the Ingress Complex, engaging in Acts of Deliberate Sabotage. And fighting! The damage to the Ingress is currently unknown, and under evaluation by our finest technicians.

As a result of these barely-speakable crimes, the Ingress is currently restricted to authorized personnel. This means outbound travel-- like those idiots who brought the flesh goo back-- is currently forbidden. If you have to ask, that means you! If you don't have to ask, it's still you!

More information will be forthcoming.


[[For information not biased by a certain lawbot, check out the OOC post here!]]

video

[ The feed opens on one dark, out of focus eye squinting at the camera. The owner of the eye blinks, pulls back, and frowns, looking over the screen. It's pretty obvious that Keith doesn't have the first clue that he's actually streaming this — no, he's just setting the TAB down on the counter.

He pulls out a pocket knife. He gathers up a handful of the back of his unruly hair, a few months overdue for a cut. And... yes, he's really doing it. He's using selfie mode as a mirror to trim his mullet with a knife.

After a minute of him hacking away at the ends of his hair, the "transmitting" symbol on the TAB catches his notice, and his eyes go wide. There's a smack as he slams the TAB facedown on the counter, grumbling something indistinct. After a moment, he gathers it back up again, with an expression on his face somewhere between "annoyed" and "I hope an asteroid hits me."
]

... Someone tell me how to delete this. Thanks.