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[ America frowns at the video for a second. She's still getting used to this sort of thing. There are more important things to speak of, of course, too. America is just, well, the following: ]

So...I don't know about anyone else, but I'm really, really [and she adds another one because it's not clear enough, right? just as she falls back on the bed she's sitting on ] really bored.

Kamala was telling me about these stories she has from back in her world. I guess it's the world I'm in now, too, though, but I haven't heard a lot of stories in my time. I just need sometime to check these stories out. [ Totally matter of fact and a little more cheerful. ] When I get back, of course. Don't know if I'm gonna start calling it my world, though.

[ She smiles again and sounds more cheerful again. ] I wanna hear about your stories. Your fairy tales and legends. Or whatever you feel like talking about.

[ooc: by all means, feel free to thread-jack and share with each other, or tell stories together. ]

screened // Doctor Stephen Strange // text;
how are you doing? things got messy back in ephes and i kinda lost everyone. now that we're here, guess we got nothing better to do but look around and catch up. or figure out why all the secrecy.

screened // Lan Wangji // text;
thanks for all of your help back in ephes. how are you liking our night time prisons? i'm really bad about staying in mine.

bhaalyn

I see introductions are all the rage these days. I'll make mine brief. My name is Deimos. I've a tadpole inside my brain that threatens to turn me into a hideously horrid creature known as a mind flayer for those of you familiar with the term. My current theory is that due to being in this other world, I am now beyond the reach of the brain that can issue the command for me to transform. Additionally, I have no true recollection of my past before the tadpole; I am told the amnesia is unrelated. And to wrap up my honesty, I have violent urges that sometimes overtake me against my will. Again, likely to be unrelated to the tadpole. I explain all this for two reasons: 1. Should any of the above be similar to your own situation, we might benefit from good conversation. 2. If none of the above is similar, you all deserve to know whom you sleep near so that you may take action should I ever become a threat and begin to transform. Now, all that aside that does lead me to a question to help me better understand my new companions: what is your own strangest adventure you experienced in your own home world? I look forward to seeing your responses.

bigsmile

So I've been seeing a lot of talk around here where people don't seem to know what a pirate is. Do your worlds not have oceans or...?

( Luffy pauses before shrugging, his enthusiasm never dimming. )

Anyway I thought as future king of the pirates it's my duty to let everyone know what a pirate is, saves any confusion down the line and kind of breaks up things that are happening. So! Here goes! Are you ready? Here's some stuff that makes a pirate a pirate!

( A cut for a ramble )

inkfire

[ Mo Ran looks rough, with a few scrapes on his face and his hair disheveled, and he's quieter than usual, staring into the distance for a few moments before he finally talks. He's much more subdued than usual. ]

We don't need to worry about the Chained God anymore. [ Don't ask why. ] He called the black water stuff "a little friend below the depths" and his brother. The water wants a body, and shape, but it can't fight back. I guess that's why it takes the dead bodies, since the dead can't fight back against it, and then the water reanimates them.

[ He trails off, thinking back to his conversation. ] He also said something about someone wishing it free, but didn't offer any names or anything. It probably happened long ago, so it's impossible to say.

Oh, and don't go to the temple of the Chained God. It's dangerous. [ It's been somewhat destroyed. ]

valeas

( Wei Wuxian and Emilia are perched up on a tall building.

Two dragons act as their wind buffers — recent arrivals from Serthica, for those who remember the fissured citadel. The narration feels compelled to stress that despite the buffering in question, the hair of these characters billows fabulously behind them, even as they look a bit rundown.

Emilia's anger has smoldered away somewhat, a low murmur in the background. )

Yesterday, a soldier of the Hand requested Wei Wuxian and I demonstrate hand-to-hand combat for the new recruits of the army. These recruits were ferocious, unpredictable, and ... eerily good at mimicry.

Their handlers were frightened of them.

After this session concluded, we were offered a 'booster' to replenish our strength. We refused, as we learned it was essentially diluted black water. The same black waters that resurrected the dead in the arena today.

downswing

( Behold: that inexorable moment when a man with the tolerance of a baby kitten has infiltrated the nefarious tavern of Livius Decimus, had precisely two licks of the obligatory drink, and is now alone, sword drawn, brooding morosely at a vast table covered in castaway parchment pieces that two large brown and spotted rabbits are diligently chewing on.

After fifteen seconds of blinking at the pendant: )

Greeti.. ( ...nnnnngs? ) What. did.. what did the... ( Wake up, Lan Wangji, wake up — ) Pro - presss... pros. Proscription lists. What did they look like?

( ...possibly like the parchment scraps one of the rabbits annihilates on camera, while a nearby ~~thug~~ gentleman of criminal arts, seemingly in the know, mutters, You son of a — )

...my son? Mmmmmmmmm. Gentle. Little... not so little? Was little. Kind. Wise. Speak of... yes. Let me speak of my son. He will never marry. Must stay little. In my coin purse. Children are... for safe-keeping.

( ...in coin purses. Does the thug agree? How can he not. )

downswing

Instructions to appease the dead were requested. For monks.

Do not greet them bloodied. Treat them as elders. Children. Capable of base emotion: fear, wrath, lust, fierce love.

Spare kindness. Respect. Sandalwood and joss sticks. Patience.

Forgive their pettiness. Their cruelty.

Allow them dignity. Listen, then perform their required appeasement.

Should this fail: binding. Execution.

( ooc: this has been Exorcism 101 ~~and the only topic on which Lan Wangji will speak at length~~, Spider-walk taught during your next class. )

moonsounds

[You know what Ruka's found? A piano, FINALLY.

At long last, she's going to play for everyone like she promised--over the network and in person. It'll help bolster resolve or soothe or whatever people need.

It's just nice after ghosts in the kitchen and vanishing bears to find something consistent in this place.

She'll be there for hours with hardly a break, not even noticing the time passing when she switches from song to song. She plays everything she can think of, from Chopin's Butterfly to Debussy's Clair de Lune, Vivaldi's Spring to Tchaikovsky's Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy.

If her stomach growls with hunger or exhaustion sets in, she doesn't notice it at all, far too engrossed in her playing. That doesn't mean she won't take requests though and will always pause to greet someone who enters, a faintly pleased expression on her face.

Her playing doesn't seem to be special at first glance, but it does have an ability to soothe and tap into ones' emotions. And since she probably doesn't know songs from others' worlds, for the most part, instead of asking what someone wants to hear, she'll ask: "What do you want to feel?"]

inkfire

[ For once, Mo Ran's expression is serious, bordering on troubled. his eyes are shadowed, and he looks rather morose, a rare sight for him. He looks younger than his age, more like a teenager than usual. The camera starts and he takes a moment to stare at it blankly before blinking and shaking his head as though it took him a moment to remember why he was addressing the network at all. ]

What happens when someone leaves here? At least I hope he left and didn't die somewhere, if we get to leave... [ He grimaces at that thought, though he abandons it quickly, not wanting to dwell on that possibility. ]

Do people return to their homes? I was working on a farm before I ended up here, would I go back there? Do we remember what happened here?

[ He needs answers! It'll drive him mad, otherwise. ]

traaaaaash

[ The camera flickers to life, showing a... very disheveled and mildly feathery Eda, visible bags under her eyes. She's barricaded herself in a nondescript room of the House of Manouk. Loud noises, as if someone -- or something -- is banging on a door, can be heard, as well as telltale roaring. ]

Did anybody lose a bear?

nachocheese

[ Nacho's face appears on video. He looks stressed. That's not really unusual. He often looks stressed!

What is unusual is the specific way that he looks stressed right now. It's hard to tell because the shift isn't drastic, and his skin is on the tanner side anyway, but if you closely you can see that he's... maybe blushing? A little?

He rubs a hand over the back of his shaved neck and takes a deep breath. He looks away, momentarily, from the screen. Then back. ]

Sooooo.... [ Shit. ] Hey. Uh. There's, like, a lot of kids and shit here, right? Teenagers? People who didn't go to normal school? [ He swallows. ] Wait. Hang on. I didn't mean to swear in front of... uh... in front of all the kids.

[ Nacho pauses. Tries to think about how he wants to word this. He switches tactics. Blunt is better for this. No sense beating around the bush. ]

Hey. Listen up.

I know this might not be a good time for it, but I'm not sure there's gonna ever be, and if you ask me, a lot of you need to hear it. If I don't say it now, I don't think I'm gonna, and some of you really, really should not be parents.

You feel me?

[ He hesitates. Even longer. He can't believe he's doing this. But he has become Concerned (TM). ]

You're all officially enrolled in Nacho Varga School of Sex Ed.

First thing, don't have sex. Don't have sex in the missionary position. Don't have sex standing up. Just... don't have sex. You're gonna get pregnant. And die.

But, if you have sex, wear a condom. If you don't know what a condom is because they don't have anything like that where you're from, it's like a little bag that goes over your [ he whistles, and makes a vulgar hand gesture that a lot of people would probably be able to peg as a symbol for 'boner' ]. It helps make it so you don't have kids. And if you don't know what a condom is because you're too young, then you shouldn't even be listening to this.

Next. You gotta get consent. That means you can't just do things without asking. Not unless you wanna get knifed. Do you wanna get knifed? [ Silence; slightly intimidating, knowing look into the camera. ] Yeah, that's what I thought.

Okay. Last thing. Never go ass to mouth. That's how you get diseases. And die. Just don't do it.

That's, uh, yeah. That's it, I think. Peace.

[ There's one final vision of Nacho's bright-red face, and then the screen goes completely dark. ]

blackscales

I spoke with our old friend the Huntress earlier. She confirmed a few suspicions. Her and her husband the Beastmaster were granted their powers by the White Wanderer. From him, she says, he used no artefact. She took it willingly, she says, but he didn't explain the full consequence. She was offered a shield, a way to defend herself. He asked for nothing in return, only to spread his message. She couldn't say exactly what that meant, that he was here. That his creatures are. She believed his daughter was important in some way, to this.

She believes they have all been used. That it all began with Matthias, and must end with him. She wants him dead, I am certain.

Incidentally, it seems it isn't her choice to ride unclothed. She says clothes burn when they touch her. A somewhat crass touch, I think.

I will be around the auction if anyone desires to find me.

downswing

( Two men and a xenomorph walk into a tavern —

...alternatively, stumble down a woodland road, breath staggered, seemingly drained — if not by the weight of the enormous forest creature they carry, bled and bound to a makeshift pallet of decayed logs, then by the constant, jittery effort to evade the strikes of its tail.

The Doctor drags the animal’s wooden bed by long, loosely woven strips of ripped cloth. Lan Wangji holds the pendant with one hand and his own cutting strings that fetter the beast with the other.

For their trouble, the creature’s tail lovingly smacks the Doctor on his flank, then thwaps Lan Wangji’s temple, on the swing back. It growls its thanks after, before settling into a... disturbing... purr... that seems to indicate the time to nap is nigh.

The Doctor, then: ) It's settling down a bit already! Just needed a proper looking after, really, like anything.

( Well said, Doctor. For your effort, have a nice, friendly, sleepy tail smack on the back. So Wangji doesn’t feel jealous, the snoring beast peers over his shoulder, drenching it in a sea of... drool. He sighs. )

We bear one of the Beastmaster’s creatures. Feral, wounded. Enemy of the Huntress in the woods.

( Who should have been long culled, but don’t let Lan Wangji’s long-suffering expression convince you of that. The enemy or their enemy, so on. )

It requires... healing to resume duties. We number those who know the care of animals?

( ooc: ...sorry, cave buddies, just going to park Fido in the back real quick! Any veterinarians in the house? )

blackscales

I recently spoke to the eminently beautiful Miang-Si. Quite the interesting young lady, it seems she is intent on staying young and beautiful forever. More than that, she claims she has been promised a way to do this. That she has a gift she believes can be trained to help reach immortality. An unfortunately familiar goal. As for her potential tutors, she spoke of those who can part waters and speak to ghosts. Perhaps the ladies of the lake? It would fit her sneaking out, I believe. She certainly has some magical potential, although to what end she can be taught I couldn't comment.

Our young mistress also mentioned an old friend of ours. Anui, The Huntress, who as recently mentioned was seen in was these woods. It seems in a fit of vanity Miang-Si sought her out and met her. She was... compelled by her. I'd imagine that speaks to some skill or touch of death on her part.

Interestingly, whoever her potential tutors are want something from her. They did not meet the Huntress as she did, before the local villagers drove her away. I do wonder what they think she knows, or has?

On a more entertaining note, she also appears to be convincing her father to fake his death so she can be more appealing to marry. Apparently, tragically dead parents are fashionable.

My role grants easy access to Miang-Si should anyone further need it.

vdovy

[ Yelena stands before a countertop strewn with baking supplies and utensils, her apron stained from various ingredients, looking equal parts annoyed and frustrated as she uses a rolling pin to massage the tension from her forehead. This shouldn't be that hard.

At first, she thought that she could get away with pretending. Her bakery had recently burned to the ground and reconstruction would take time. Now, it's three years ago and the bakery is miraculously intact. There's just one problem... ]

Okay, I have put this off for long enough. Does anyone know how to bake?

aprescoup

( The party's second, more elusive, revived witch appears on everyone's devices — enjoying a steaming, bubbling bath, in a sign that comfort is only unattainable for the unattractive. )

...now, aren't you beautiful, my sweets? And so many more than before, and lively, your flesh teeming with... youth.

This one is only an honoured and unworthy servant, so spare a moment, won't you? There's nothing to fear, I hardly bite, unless... have we still... virgins, each way the eye sees? ( Short, knowing laughter. ) We must relish in innocence.

( If her smile were thinner, it would be the ghost of the party's coin purse. )

Of course, this isn't why I would presume to take up your time, no, not your Hatisse. I only wish, with utmost respect, if I may. A humble warning.

( Her voice briefly ices, while she picks up a diminutive sponge to slowly, sloooooowly rinse her right arm. )

Here, in this gods-forsaken quaint little pedestrian village, where husband is uncle and brother and of the same blood as goats, you do not cross paths with... true witches, no matter what they name themselves. 'Ladies' of... 'lakes.' Remember, the clumsiest, easiest sorcery is the elements, and if they rule water, in a land of waters, don't be impressed.

( Briefly disgusted, as if she prepares to spit out a soured thing: ) They're hedge witches. Primitive, barely trained, and of course, your Hatisse is the daughter of a school, and so perhaps there is the lightest... prejudice, but may I say. Time is not the work of witches who, if rumour is to be believed, can do no better than play in puddles. There must be more. Something or someone.

( And now for an interlude where Hatisse raises herself from the bath, and much of the more risque parts of her body are strategically covered in foam. )

Now... we are friends here, all friends, friends of convenience, but friends. And Hatisse has shared what little was hers to give. But this is a land of the dead, and she cannot do more for you, if she is unknowing. Tell me, my sweets: how many of you are mired in death? How did you come to it?

( ooc: threadjack away! Hatisse will be regrettably available. )

reparo

[ -- and the camera starts transmitting, as someone pulls away from being very near Hermione. The talisman does not pick up the features of that person, at first, but what it does pick up is Hermione's faintly dazed murmur or:]

A-are you truly a witch?

[There is a brief pause, from the person - woman, you can see it's a woman (Miang-Si, if you've already met her) - in front of Hermione, before she darts forward again, darkening the view completely.

Before the trasmission cuts, from bodies pressing together too tightly, there is one audible clue: the sound of lips meeting lips in a surprisingly thorough kiss.]

- L A T E R -

[OH LOOK AT THAT, IT'S HERMIONE'S FACE. She looks a little more dishevelled than usual, a bit surprised.]

Th - [Clears her throat.] Did this thing turn on? [The indignity. Her first kiss in as long as she's been here, witnessed by the whole network. (Her first kiss with a girl, too! A woman even.) Earth swallow her up.

No, this is fine. She's going to grit her teeth and smile tensely.]

Right, so - on the bright side, I don't think Quangze suspects that I am one of her accomplices? The rest of the inhabitants still think I'm a writer of books on manners - there's something to be written about shoving your tongue in someone's mouth uninvited - regardless. I'm not - I've never met her before just now.

So, in light of that... Please all do me the favour of not mentioning to anyone that I am a you-know-what.

[ooc: Please consider this backdated to Miang-Si's parade on the 25th.]

weifinder

( The recording shows a small toad, black and red and gold, sitting in the palm of one hand. In another hand a brilliant emerald green toad is held, pointed in the direction of the smaller toad.

The smaller toad shifts to look "toward" the display, lifting up on front legs to address the one recording by pendant. )

I don't want to kiss the toad, Lan Zhan! Hnnngh.

( The toad, who spoke in Wei Wuxian's voice, shifts his legs and tiny bulk back around to stare down the larger toad. Who inflates its throat and offers a long, wheezing croak. )

Ugh. Fine. For the sake of proving this works before anyone else suffers through this —

( He abruptly leaps forward, smashing his small toad face into the larger toad's face. How does one kiss a toad when one has no notably amount of lip? Both Wei Toadxian's front feet plaster against the larger toad's face, attempting to keep the other toad respectable. Holding the awkward position for excruciating seconds. He falls backward, kicking off the other toad, to flop back into Lan Wangji's open palm. )

Was that long enough? I don't —

( Abruptly the image shakes with a yelp of Wei Wuxian's surprise as the screen is filled with pale flesh, mud, and the sudden forward falling scramble of a man who has now found himself with a palm filled with the weight of an adult human male. Welcome to the darkness, shifting, squelching sounds of mud and an irate toad expressing its displeasure even as Lan Wangji's equally excruciatingly dry voice ends the video with a: )

... efficient.

silverneedles

[ Wen Qing looks happier than she has in a long time, relaxed and smiling as she lifts a white rabbit into the air, facing the camera. A long red ribbon dangles from the rabbit's mouth, clearly well-chewed, and it looks vaguely annoyed at the interruption to its playtime. ]

I have these little cabinmates who can't seem to keep their little paws and mouths to themselves. My shoes have been chewed up, and I found this one attacking a pillow the other day.

[ She puts the rabbit down, disappearing off the camera for a moment. When she appears again, she has another rabbit in her hands, a black one this time, who settles into her arms, quite content as she pets him. ] This one was chewing on Wei Wuxian's hair ribbon the other day when he was asleep.

So, does anyone have suggestions for good chew toys for rabbits? We don't want them to chew up the entire room, and I only have so many shoes.

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un: pillar of the heavens | video

video — un: starburst.

un: absterge | video | backdated to pre-Colosseum rattling

un: absterge

video (un: sea you later) & action

un: pillar of the heavens | video

video; un: owllady

VIDEO ➤➤➤ UN: OIL CHANGE

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un: absterge | video

un: Black Prince; text

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