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Xistentia: Mod ([personal profile] spoofer) wrote2017-05-21 07:19 pm
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Test Drive Meme #1 (cw vehicular crash, moderate injury)

Test Drive Meme #1
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.

You don't need an invite to test
but please remember we're currently invite-only

CRASH LANDING

Exit one dimension, enter the next. It was chaos: pressure against your ears, light bending in an impossible, unimaginable way. The very molecules of your body vibrating against one another. If you have windows, the view outside makes no sense. Even if not, your hands, your face, your feet seem like an uncertain thing. It's the feel of reality itself tearing apart, reshaping, reconnecting, thread by thread.

And suddenly, there's a beach— or ocean, whichever you land in. Smoke. Fire. Salt water churning up, fizzing around.

Maybe you crash, in a ship wrecking into sand. Maybe you merely stumble out of a portal, a ragged wormhole in space. Or maybe you fall off the back of an incredible steed, some creature that carried you into this place. Either way, there's pandemonium around you. Incredibly, severe injuries are far and few between— nobody's screaming about the dead. But you might have to help pull someone free of wreckage, or move quickly to salvage burning belongings from the landing craft. Maybe it's the crafts themselves, that you're trying to salvage.

Likely, you don't know them, these other strangers who arrived here[1]. Maybe you don't trust them— you just came out of a dying world, after all. But you all have one thing in common: you're here now.

When you get a second to breathe, maybe you'll see it. The brilliant green forest across the sand. Beyond that, the glint of a faraway city.
INTO THE WOODS

Your first night at Xistentia does not feature five-star accommodations, but as the sun begins to set, the forest offers everything you need to survive. By now, you may even have met your daemon, who'll help guide you through this. There is fallen wood to make fires for warmth and cooking, any number of rabbits, deer, and fish if that's what you're into eating. Those very same animals also provide guidance as to what vegetation is edible, including a variety of vine mushrooms, fruits, and flowers. If you're the kind of creature that mostly eats other sentient creatures, well. Technically, there are a lot of those hanging out too[2]! Now and then, you'll see tiny, winged humanoid creatures the height of a finger dart in and out of view.

A resourceful group, the multiversal refugees have determined ways to create shelters, using wreckage, supplies, and basic survival knowhow. There aren't enough blankets to go around, but the weather is mild and the fires seem to keep out any aggressive creatures.


Things get quiet. This could be a good time to meet the others under less fraught circumstances. Maybe you'll see some familiar faces and reunite with others who fled from your dying world; maybe you'll meet someone new.

Try not to seek out and fight any Rock Trolls. It's still early.
ENTER THE CITY


The city is beautiful, even with the vines covering everything, the streams running down half the streets, the massive white deer leaping off under the highway overpasses. The architecture of the skyscrapers is incredible to look at, modern and sweeping. It's clear that terraced gardens were part of the building design, and some of the greenery that lines the street had been part of the original city plan. This is a city of great potential.

And it knows you're here. As you walk by, beacons like streetlamps begin to emit a gentle glow, registering your presence. No doors are locked, though you might find yourself chasing out nests of silver-winged birds and bug-eyed rabbits.

Here, you can claim empty shops or the clothing and other sales items inside of them. Apartment complexes aren't difficult to find in a range of sizes; nor are standalone homes, brownstones, loft studios. Penthouses may not feel like penthouses when there's a thin layer of dust growing on everything and a flower growing out of the sink, but you know what? Maybe that little bud is gonna be your first roommate.

It's the strangest thing. After a few days, the lights begin to work and the water begins to run, fully operational within the unseen sewer system. At some point, the keys to your house or residence are going to turn up. Your daemon will help you find what you need. F.A.TE.S. welcomes you.
NETWORK

By now you've settled in. You have some time to explore the city, the woods, and your new kit.

Chances are pretty good that your daemon is not a phone or a computer or a wax-sealed piece of parchment or a Howler, nothing with a convenient camera or a keyboard; it probably isn't even a pocket sized. Likelier, it stares at you with eyes that contain the lenses-- or powers-- of a camera, and some part of its body projects a holographic keyboard into the air. For those of us who are not accustomed to manipulating intangible light prisms, it's about as intuitive to type on as shaping a cloud with your fingers.

But here's your network access. Accessible to all your fellow travelers in XISTENTIA.

Misfires, typos, and blurry video footage are likely. Time to feel like a Luddite!
CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE

hells yeah
Footnotes
  1. Some of these can be nameless, plot-device NPCs to facilitate interactions! But even in this case, please avoid gore in describing their current state of being. Anyone dead or catastrophically injured will have disappeared by the time your characters make it to Xistentia. There are no corpses or dying here.

  2. But like OOCly ask permission ofc.
vexy: (say again)

[personal profile] vexy 2017-05-23 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
His dad is also the god of music and foppery but you don't see Will out there strumming his strings and reciting sonnets. [ Because apparently poetry = foppery, which was funny considering that it was Vex's chosen occupation before he was forced to become an assassin. ]

But yes, I suppose we should all have priorities around this miserable place. And if you don't find something befitting a prince, I'm going to throw a royal fit. There's no reason why you, of all people, should sleep in a tent somewhere.
vexy: (impatient)

[personal profile] vexy 2017-05-23 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
How is that supposed to help? It's not as though there are any bloody street signs--

I will lead you there. [ The daemon interrupted, to which Vex looked absolutely annoyed by. ]

Fine. Go on, then.

[ He didn't really want to take the cat, but he had no choice and he supposed he should keep it with him at all times in case Mark wanted to call. So he followed, and scowled a bit as the floating screen continued to show Rafa's face. ]

You're still not hanging up?

You don't want to hang up.

Don't tell me what I want to do!
vexy: (naughty)

[personal profile] vexy 2017-05-23 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ Vex was absolutely the loud one. Well, not so much lately, he'd been making Vinny the loud one lately. ]

Mm, Dracula is mommy. I'm daddy.

[ He smirked to himself as he thought about all the times he'd gotten him to yell that out lately. The bottle at his legs felt almost symbolic now as he circled his finger around the tip. ]

You can call me Vex.
kinks: (pic#)

[personal profile] kinks 2017-05-23 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
( the shirt slides off his eyes, knox squinting as the brutality of sun comes through his irises. it makes vex look godly, a golden halo around his head, and knox briefly thinks you know what dad always says about angels.

then he sees the leather pants and sorts his thoughts out rightly: dad says angels taste like heaven, but i've always fancied myself a devil or two.

that said, he feels slightly off his game. missing jay, probably -- thinking about how dead he probably is, and zeke, and kez and priscilla, and becks and her two kids. it's a bummer. thus: the booze, glass bottle tilted up to vex in a cheers as knox sits up, helping himself to vex-groin level. he lifts the bottle up, offering.
)

Sure, mate. Plenty ta go around. ( he jiggles it, teasing. ) What are you? Lesse. You seem ... yes, a sweetheart Aquarius. Innocent and pure. Sweet sweet. Nicest. Yes. I'm a Leo, so, you know.
vexy: (strangle)

[personal profile] vexy 2017-05-23 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well well well, that's a face he hadn't seen in awhile. ]

Mm, I really do. She's a very naughty pussy.

Did you really just use me as an innuendo? [ Came a voice that seemed to be right by the camera, only because it was the camera. ]

Hush! Daddy's talking.

Are you kidding me? You don't have a chance with this guy anyway. He's a ten and you're like, what, a tw-- [ The camera suddenly goes haywire as Vex makes a grab for the abusive creature, but he misses and winds up yelling a string of curses at it while the cat repositions itself on a nearby high shelf. ]
vexy: (5-eyeball)

SCREAMS <3

[personal profile] vexy 2017-05-23 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
I don't own any underwear. What are you doing here anyway? Aren't you dead?

[ Nice to see you too, Tamsin. ]

Ooh, is this your version of Tartarus then? Forced to look at my junk for all of eternity?
vexy: (5-grin)

[personal profile] vexy 2017-05-23 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ The video was terrible, the audio was laughable, but what he saw on that feed made a lump large enough to choke a bear form in his throat. His dark eyes gleamed with unshod tears, and knowing Vex they never would.

He swallowed it back and managed a shaky grin, crooked in an attempt to appear casual when he was obviously overwhelmed. ]


No one.

Hexd. [ The daemon insisted, but Vex wasn't in the mood to snap back at it. ]

'ello, love. Are you really here or am I dreaming? Wait, no, I forgot we're in a living nightmare now so it must be true. You just had to drag me into your mess, didn't you?
vexy: (clever dick)

[personal profile] vexy 2017-05-23 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
Do I look like a hippie to you?

[ Which was what Vex always associated the artistic Aquarius with. Still, he chuckled as he wrapped his fingers around the bottle- taking special care to make certain he was touching Knox as much as possible. All of that glorious golden brown, rather a lovely color when up against his starkly pale white. He was warm too, Vex liked warm- and drunk. There was never anything wrong with drunk. ]

I'd tell you to guess again, but we all know Leos are notoriously bad at guessing games. [ He winked as he lifted the bottle, took a generous swig, then brought it back down to offer it back to his 'host'. ] Pisces, luv: Moody, sexy, kinky.
vexy: (stareup)

[personal profile] vexy 2017-05-23 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
Any particular reason why I can't kill it?

Because you're be breaking your only method of communication with everyone else?

Uh, last I checked, I still have a mouth!

Last I checked, your mouth didn't connect to the internet.

[ The camera was briefly cut off as a pillow was flung in it's direction, it then moved to a different vantage but continued to center on the very irritated fae. Who than ran his fingers over his short curls, took a deep breath, and propped his chin on the back of the couch. ]

Anyway! 'ello beautiful. To what do I owe the pleasure?
lacquers: (go on that first date)

[personal profile] lacquers 2017-05-23 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Vex's comment causes a somewhat unsteady laugh to pass Magnus' lips. It's just the butterfly-cam, really.

Or possibly it's a little bit of the same emotion Vex is experiencing. Possibly that. There's quite a lot going on all at once now, so slowing down to digest hasn't been on Magnus' agenda just yet. ]


A pleasure to meet you, Hexd! [ Even if they've not been introduced face-to-face, as it were. Magnus points to the camera (for lack of a better way to reference his friend here). ] This one goes by Anned. [ And Anned seems to be a lot less talkative than its companion, because it's still remaining quite mum. ]

As far as I'm aware, I'm very much here in the flesh. I can tell you with certainty that it takes a power much stronger than mine to have this kind of impact. Nothing's changed that much in the few weeks since I saw you last. [ His brow furrows a second there, then relaxes. Overwhelmed or no, he can't help smiling a bit. ] Really though, Vex, I don't need to tell you nothing's as interesting when you're not around, do I?

I'm always happy to see you, whatever the circumstances.
rootaccess: (DIR:\FiveNine.exe)

Darlene Alderson | Mr. Robot | OTA

[personal profile] rootaccess 2017-05-23 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
▷▷▷ DIR:\CityLife.dat



[ Walking through the city feels familiar in the way that places in dreams feel familiar when they actually aren't. It has all of the architecture of the city that Darlene knows and loves, the city where their revolution was born. But all of that steel, metal, and concrete that she was used to seeing has been replaced with winding vines and plant life sprouting from everywhere.

And not the kind of plant life that the City of New York planted to make things less dull and dreary -- to brighten up the city, as they called it. -- but real, natural foliage. The kind that only mother nature herself could manage.

Is this what the end of the world looks like? When their revolution is finished is this all that will be left? When things finally come crashing down, is this going to be all that remains when the dust clears? Darlene hadn't ever been motivated by the endgame of it all, FSociety and its work thrilled her in the moment and being the "ringleader" of it all gave her an adrenaline rush that she'd never felt before. Darlene lived for the steps that it took to get them there and the danger that that entailed -- even if that danger meant watching the Dark Army unload an entire clip of bullets into her boyfriend only a few short feet in front of her.

Now that she's made it to what she assumes is the end of it all it feels.... Anticlimactic.

The fire and chaos on the beach when she'd arrived felt more like what she'd expected. But she didn't stick around there for very long to see exactly how it panned out.

Hanging from a thin piece of elastic wrapped around her wrist is a mask, corny, gimmicky and looking like something found in the bottom of a bargain bin a week after Halloween. Except for every few moments, this mask speaks. Its voice an unsettling mixture of haunting and comical, a familiar voice to Darlene that sounds like it's been slightly warped for the sake of anonymity.

The mask doesn't offer much help. She keeps asking about Elliot -- if he's okay, if he's there, if it even knows who the hell she's talking about, but to no avail. All the daemon gives her is little quips about the places that she passes, suggestions that are meant to be helpful but do nothing more than leave Darlene bristling with obvious annoyance, and directions to a home that the stupid thing keeps claiming belongs to her. ]


Oh my God. [ Her fingers twitch with the need for a cigarette, she hadn't woken up today prepared for this kind of stress. ] If you're not going to help me, then how do I get you to shut up?

[ She yanks her arm up, looking at her daemon right in the two open holes it has for eyes, as though staring it down would work as a form of intimidation to a somewhat-inanimate object. ]


▷▷▷ DIR:\OnTheNetwork.txt



[ When the feed starts, there's nothing more than a 20-something year old girl with dark brown waves of hair and a pair of heart-shaped sunglasses perched on top of her head, keeping the tresses out of her face. She's regarding whatever the object she's speaking to with obvious skepticism. ]

So, what? I just start talking and you broadcast it to the world?

[ There's something nicely familiar about that. ]

That's right! Just like the good old days, ain't it? Maybe start off with something like "Hello, Evil Corp!"? For old times sake.

[ Fond memories, it's almost tempting A grin quirks at the very corner of her lips as she leans forward, inspecting her daemon at a much closer vantage point. Her mind too busy turning over with the idea of something else to pay any mind to the fact that it's already in 'broadcast it to the world' mode. ]

What are you running on, anyway? This looks like pretty sophisticated stuff, but no matter how advanced things are... [ Give Darlene Alderson the award for world's most dramatic eyeroll at the word advanced. ] I'm good at a lot of things, one of them happens to be staying one step ahead.

[ Sudden jarring movement, like a violent earthquake shaking the entire video frame for a good few moments. After a few curses and thoughtful hum's the camera stills, pointing directly at the floor between Darlene's feet, clad in clunky black boots that need to be tied before the feed abruptly ends. ]


▷▷▷ DIR:\Wildcard.exe



Anything you'd like! Throw it at me! Will match brackets or prose!
vexy: (sneaky)

[personal profile] vexy 2017-05-23 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
Sadist.

[ He always had been, and that familiar personality trait made Vex smirk. ]

I'm not a telly, you know. You can't just switch me on and watch me. Unless you ask nicely first.
vexy: (5-smile)

[personal profile] vexy 2017-05-23 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
Nice to meet you too, Magnus Lightwood-Bane.

Alright you two, stop flirting. Mags, don't talk to the daemons, mine is willful enough as it is.

He'd be bored without me.

Shut up. And really, has it only been a few weeks? It felt like years since you walked out of my life. Well! What does it matter, right? Let's have a drink to celebrate! Your place or mine? Is Princess with you? And I mean the cat, not Alec. Alec's always with you, right?

[ It would be the universe's ultimate cruelty to separate those two. ]
kinks: (pic#)

[personal profile] kinks 2017-05-23 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
( he snorts at that. hippies. fucking earth house was full of them. no self-loving hippie wears animal skin, though, so he'll have to shake his head no at the question.

he watches vex drink. possibly, if he were less under the influence, he'd find some subtlety -- although the words subtle and knox never really belong in a sentence together. maybe he'd know what to say, instead, whatever words which might get his hunger satiated with the nameless fellow in black. charmspeak, right? right. maybe.
)

« Sit down with me. »

( it's soft, cooing, almost singsongy, like hot chocolate in voice form. knox accepts the bottle back and lets it dangle in his hands, circling loosely around the neck. )

Knew a Pisces, once. Fuckin' difficult to please lot, you are.

( this is, strictly speaking, untrue. a smile could make jay happy. a touch, or a tease, or a compliment, it'd make his whole day. if knox ever manged to say i love you to him, that probably would've made him happy, too. )

( — you fucked it up again, knox.
— i know.
— how long before it's his voice you hear?
)

Kinky bunch, you're right. Nice feet too, I think. That's good.
lacquers: (could draw as well was michelangelo)

[personal profile] lacquers 2017-05-23 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ At being addressed, and in that manner, Magnus looks positively delighted. He's on his way to reply when Vex speaks up and he can't help but give another little huff of laughter. All right, all right. He'll behave.

For now. ]
Well, I am very charmed! I'm sure you do an admirable job of keeping Vex out of trouble. [ As if that's possible. Okay... now he'll behave, promise. ]

It's been a pretty hectic few weeks, [ something about his expression here alludes that's the understatement of the year ] otherwise I'm sure I'd be feeling exactly the same. To be honest, I've barely had a minute to breathe! And I see that won't be changing any time soon, will it?

Why don't I tell you the rest in person? I'm tempted to ask you to come here, in spite of being curious about seeing where you've settled in! [ This is absolutely not because he doesn't want to let Alec out of his sight. Nope. That...

Nope. It's definitely something else. ]
deadwake: (02)

network, also no id set ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[personal profile] deadwake 2017-05-23 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ Fuck keyboards, honestly. The same to rest of this place, and the fact that speaking to another human first requires speaking to an animal. Any annoyance is easily disguised, though, or felt and passed over for something more useful. He looks calm as he leans forward on his knees, peering into the reflective eyes opposite him. ]

If you have to ask, he isn't much of a king.

[ Which is fine by him. The fewer kings, the better. ]

And I believe laws are kept for things that exist.
bloodychangeling: (glassy)

[personal profile] bloodychangeling 2017-05-23 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, no, of course not. I deal with apoclayptic scenarios at least twice a month." She said, smiling grimly. The fact it was almost true didn't make it much better.

"If it makes it any better, my full name's October. And yes, before you ask, my mother did actually name me October Daye. So now you know why I go by Toby, which you're going to call me if you want to keep everything under those nice tight pants." Despite--or maybe because of--the situation, Toby grinned as she got up from the floor, setting the broken cup aside.

His quip about powers made her tense for just a second, then she sighed. Given the situation--the rose goblin...thing that was apparnetly something like a machine, the portal that wasn't a Tutha portal, Faerie and the mortal world crumbling...well, she couldn't keep up a human disguise for long, if only just because it would take way too much energy that she'd probably need for something else. "Well, that depends," she said slowly. Then, shoving her hair back behind her ears in a movement that made the sharp smell of copper and cut grass flood the air, she let her human disguise fall. Even in the dim light, a human would have been able to see that her eyes had gone so gray as to be almost white, that dark hair had lightened and developed golden highlights, that her cheekbones were sharper--and her ears pointed like the most stereotypical image of an elf.

"Do you think illusions could come in handy?" she asked, trying to smile even as she was reaching in her pocket for her knife, just in case he freaked out.
pillz: (beer)

network;

[personal profile] pillz 2017-05-23 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
[an impossible, phantasmic, incorporeal keyboard is probably a good time to start relaxing on the 'no video' rule. but old habits die hard, and kavinsky still has the paranoia of a drug dealer.]

if u beleive tehr obot wearing my dogs skin,

[sorry. his spelling was always atrocious, but the decline is significant now.]

worlds stillt ehre. just super jacked up & froze in time. we gonan fix it by making out & playin barbies except grownup size and there fuckin shrooms & sci-fi nature mould growin on everythin
my friend got a unicorn
dunno how i feel about it bsides what the fck
what r u in the market 4
by 'pool' do u mean u just xepect me 2 give u shit 4 free
motivation: (03)

[personal profile] motivation 2017-05-23 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ he is in much better control of his emotions, or at least of what shows of them in his expression — though the image of him is perhaps also too blurry to really make out any nuances. elania squints at it; she hadn't been sure she'd receive an answer. ]

You don't think magic is real.

[ her tone is flat, an observation rather than a question. it seems impossible to her that anyone wouldn't know and fear magic; her life has been too filled with recrimination and anger because of it. ]
deadwake: (04)

[personal profile] deadwake 2017-05-23 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ Not too blurry to show the amusement in his expression. The smile is very slight, but it's still enough to narrow his eyes. ]

I don't think it. I know it. Are you telling me you believe it to be real?

[ Takes some gall to sit in front of an animal-phone, in a city covered in tech he doesn't know, in a land he's never seen marked on any map, and flatly deny the existence of magic. He seems comfortable with it, though. ]
motivation: (13)

[personal profile] motivation 2017-05-23 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ it takes some gall, and that is not a bad thing in elania's book. it's what he does with it that matters, how he uses it and to what end. ]

I know that is it. [ a deliberate echo of his words. she not sure she'd be willing to demonstrate. right now, she can still claim that she's seen it in others, not that she has it herself. deniability can save lives. her life, primarily. ]
amplifyings: (Default)

Blue Sargent | The Raven Cycle | OTA

[personal profile] amplifyings 2017-05-23 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ and i crashed landed ]


[ Blue knows how to swim, she's actually a fairly strong swimmer when it all comes down to it -- probably not enough to pull another person to shore if they were drowning, but enough to keep herself afloat and get from one point to another without any difficulty. -- but suddenly it's like her body has forgotten the steps it takes to get mobile in the water. She panics and flails, inhaling water and being unable to cough any of it up while still being submerged completely.

And, like anyone who's ever panicked in the water, she immediately starts to sink. Like a rock dropping straight to the bottom of... whatever she's in. She tastes saltwater, likely the ocean and who knows just how far of a drop it would have been before she reached the bottom. It takes everything Blue has to calm herself, to send the signals from her brain to her limbs to start moving.

Her lungs burn for oxygen, the edges of her consciousness start to slowly fade out and she's not entirely sure she'll even make it to the surface of the water. She spent too much time in a sinking frenzy and now has to cover twice as much ground -- or water, technically -- to get back. Blue on the very brink of passing out when she finally reaches the surface and inhales deeply.

Immediately she coughs and sputters, battling with getting air into her lungs where there had once been nothing but seawater. Her hands scrub over her face, clearing the water from her eyes and pushing her soaked hair back on her forehead.

And then she sees it. Another something floating a short distance away. A piece of debris? (There was plenty of it around, after all. And even more, it looks, on the shore.)

No. A person?

Kicking herself into gear, Blue quickly covers the distance between herself and the floating body -- which, as she comes upon it, she really hopes isn't dead. She's not sure her stomach could handle that just yet. Reaching out with a careful hand she nudges the body enough that it turns over and...

Yep. It's dead.

Bile crawls up the back of Blue's throat and after literally nor more than a second of staring at the corpse in disbelief, she's almost comically booking it to the shore as fast as her little limbs can carry her. The second she reaches the shore, she digs her fingers in the sand and retches. Nothing more than bile and saltwater leaving her before she's doing nothing more than dry heaving.

She knew her stomach couldn't handle it.

It takes Blue a few short seconds before she finally calms and focuses on the reality around her -- fire, screaming, people running in every direction, pure chaos that sends her heart racing with panic. ]


Where am I? What's happening? [ She asks no one in particular -- and avoids voicing the most important question in her mind: Why was someone dead? (And, the follow up question: Who were they?) ]



[ are we out of the woods yet? ]


[ While there's still the bustle of people, as well as the scurrying of creatures around, there's significantly less chaos in the forest. It's busy and just as loud, but not in a way that causes a deafening sort of panic, in a way that Blue finds relaxing, comforting, and maybe even just a little bit familiar.

In the vaguest of ways, of course, the wildlife is different than any she's ever seen. The plants look like a mixture of real and fantasy, and there are treehouses and small camps around that remind her of Neverland and Peter Pan's lost boys. Although, it seems as though there are far more adults around than children who never want to grow up. (To be fair, Blue isn't even sure herself which one she is. Stuck right in the middle of being too young and too old -- she'd like to meet the person who claimed teenage years were the best times of a person's life, she'd probably punch them right in the face.

Following the girl through the woods is a small sapient tree, scurrying around her feet and pointing one of its long branch-like appendages at different berries, plants, and mushrooms and letting Blue know which were safe to eat.

(All done in a somewhat robotic-sounding voice, but Blue doesn't question it, nor where it comes from considering the little thing doesn't have a mouth. Just leaves, twigs and a few aphids that had jumped on for a ride and a quick snack. There's already enough here that she doesn't understand, so she just adds it to the growing list.) ]


These berries are safe for humanoid consumption.

[ Blue crouches down to eye the fruit growing from a vine that's wrapped an endless number of times around the thick trunk of a tree. ]

Could you stop calling me a humanoid? [ She picks off one of the berries and inspects it, as though she's able to tell whether it's fatal or not by doing nothing more than looking at it. ]

What would you prefer to be called?

[ Popping the berry into her mouth, she eyes the little plant as it alternates between balancing on each of its "legs". ] Blue is fine.

Blue. Adjective. Of a color intermediate between green and violet, as of the sky or sea on a sunny day. Also; melancholy, sad, or depressed. Or; a joke, movie, or sto--

I know what my name means. I know what my names means. [ She liked trees a lot better when they didn't talk. ] Now, [ And in goes another 'safe for humanoid consumption' berry into her mouth. ] you wouldn't be able to build something, would you?

[ She'd probably have better luck asking an actual person, but... ]



[ out on the network ]


Are you sure anyone can even see me?

[ First, there's just the voice of a girl. Not so young as to obviously be written off as that of a child, but still just shy of being a full grown woman. There's a tone to the voice that's distinctly teenager paired with the drawn out vowels, clipped syllables and occasionally mashed together sounds of a Henrietta accent.

Southern, but not so far that it sounds like a different dialect of English completely. Southern like sticky humidity, cold glasses of sweet tea and late summer thunderstorms. ]
You have all of these leaves in the way-- and where's the camera even?

[ The video suddenly comes into focus and there's the form of Blue Sargent standing in all five feet of her eccentric glory. Dressed today in a sundress that looks to be made from three layers of completely different fabrics in contrasting prints, high-top Converses that she's attacked with paint, markers, a needle and thread, and various other art supplies and her short, wild hair pinned away with tens of clips that fo very little to keep it controlled. ]

I am currently recording.

[ Blue straightens up, suddenly she has no clue what she wants to say. What does one say when addressing an unknown group of people at large? ]

Hi. I'm Blue.

[ Nailed it. ]

Has anyone else gotten the hang of these things yet? [ She points at the camera, obviously meaning the daemon that's doing the recording. ] There's not an instruction manual or something right? Mine doesn't re--

[ The video ends, but voices can still be heard. ]

Transmission ended

I wasn't done yet! You can't just cut me of--



[ wildcard ]


Whatever you want is whatever I want! Brackets or prose, I'll match whatever.
deadwake: (26)

[personal profile] deadwake 2017-05-23 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ Even across the disruption of technology, she's steady. Vane pauses, watching her image, mulling over the tone of those few words. ]

You have proof of it.

[ That isn't a question, either. ]
rekt: (pic#11035070)

[personal profile] rekt 2017-05-23 07:12 am (UTC)(link)
Uh huh. Well, I'm sure as hell not calling you 'daddy'.

[ this dude acts like a walking porn script, which, considering their first conversation, and considering the friend they have in common, not very surprising. ]

Vex, I'm gonna need you to chill on molesting that bottle while I finish shopping.

[ mild commentary, more a drawl, as he turns back to the wall of liquors, plucking down a couple more, clearly not actually that bothered by whatever kinkiness is going on between this dude and his symbolic booze dick. ]
motivation: (04)

[personal profile] motivation 2017-05-23 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ does she trust him enough to tell him something she could be killed for? absolutely not. she doesn't trust him at all. ]

I've seen proof.

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