sailorgenerous: (Faaaaaabulous~)
[It's immediately obvious that Rarity is in Ponyville - not because she's a pony, as that's her default state of affairs, but because it's broad daylight outside. She smiles at the communicator and moves it in a slow pan, showcasing everything before her; as she's standing on the bridge next to the portal, this encompasses the town square and a good amount of scenery.]

For those of you who haven't seen the new world yet, this is Ponyville, where Princess Celestia and Princess Luna and Pinkie Pie and I are from! Well, I suppose Princess Celestia and Princess Luna are technically from Canterlot, but we don't seem to be able to go there at the moment.

Anyway, now that you all have the hang of walking, I'd be more than happy to show you around if you haven't already had a chance to do some exploring of your own. There are Nightmares in a few places, however, so be sure your Spirits are up to task when you come. And if you haven't quite figured out walking yet, I'd be happy to help you with that too. [And if Emile and Chell don't think they're getting the full tour of the town, they're sadly mistaken.]

Oh! And there might be a timberwolf made with white bark walking around sometimes. Don't panic - it's actually quite friendly! Evidently not everypony becomes- well, a pony when they come here.

And Pinkie, I'd say we're long overdue for a welcome party, wouldn't you?
brodakota: (no helmet)
[It's early, but not early enough that it's obscene or anything. If you're a early riser, you're probably up at this time anyway.

North's on the camera looking a little bleary eyed, like he just woke up. Normally this would be a text, but he's not awake enough for that.]


Word to the wise, don't leave your spirit treats where the spirits can get at them.

[If one could see his room, one would see a chaos of dream pieces and clothing thrown about the room, as well as a very annoyed pricklemane because he did not get to eat. There's a nose poking into the screen now, that's alternating between sniffing and bumping against North, trying to get his attention. Person, person, pay attention to me, person. Do you have more treats? I'm still hungry and they were good. Person!

North has to push the nose away.]


Fine, we'll go outside and get more.

[He looks down at the floor before picking up something might have been clothing at one point.]

You ate my shirt to? 

[end feed]

statisticallyterrible: (Someone could have gotten hurt)
[A loud CRACK opens the feed as the communicator falls to the floor. For a moment, it lies there, recording the underside of a bridge, before there's a pair of noises, vnkoonsh vkshhh--for half an instant, an orange hole opens above the feed, showing through a different angle on the scene, before the recorder begins falling.

The feed tumbles as the device freefalls through a set of glowing holes, one after the other: first thrumming past a line of blue, then orange, then again, falling faster and faster until it's all a blurred tunnel of color. The noise of passing through becomes an oscillating hum, nearing terminal velocity, before another vnkmmp cuts through the drone, and the fall suddenly drastically turns sideways, rocketing through the air until it hits a wall with yet another CRACK.

After a pause, there's the faint sound of footsteps, another warped hiss of bent physics, and gravity reverses under the communicator, falling up through the portal to be caught by the woman standing on the other end. A studying look is cast over the device, eyebrows knit stern together to check for damage. The woman is covered in cuts and bruises, some old and some definitely not, with a worrying bit of dried blood matting her dark hair in a few places. Looks like she's checking to make sure this thing can hold up to her levels of wear and tear.

It only takes a moment for her to recognize that the recording's gone off, and a flash of hesitation passes over her face, before she casts a challenging look at the communicator, eyebrow arched. So she's got an audience--it's no surprise. She can only hope they're enjoying the show.]
dork_of_keys: (Default)
[The feed comes on in a way that makes it obvious that Sora didn't turn it on intentionally. Seems like he bumped it. He can be heard discussing rent with a Moogle. The video shows the inside of what looks to be a very nice house.

When he's done talking to the Moogle, he looks around a little more. Jelly Bean and the cat can be seen poking around by a piano in the camera's skewed view of the house.
]

Leave it alone, you guys.

[After the (ignored) scolding, he turns his attention to his communicator... and sees that it's on. Cue sigh.]

We really need to talk to the Moogles about making it harder to turn these on by accident. Uh, anyway, I don't know about anyone else, but staying at the hotel is getting a little expensive.

[He turns the communicator to give a better view of the place he's looking at.]

This is kind of a big place to be moving into alone, but I thought I'd see how much the rent was anyway. In the waking world, there was a family of Dalmatians staying here after their world fell into darkness. Well, when I first got here, there was just the adults. The puppies were lost and... well, they were looking after a bunch of other puppies besides their own so there were a LOT of puppies to find.

[A discordant crash sounds from the piano and Jelly Bean can be heard barking. Sora looks like he's going to say something, but as soon as he turns around, both of his Spirits have gotten away from the piano and are sitting a short distance away, trying to look innocent. He grumbles something under his breath and turns his attention back to the communicator.]

Anyway, I was wondering if anyone might be interested. For two or three people splitting the rent, it would actually be cheaper to stay here than at the hotel.

[He leaves it unspoken but obviously he'll be looking for a cheaper place if no one is interested.]
go_dream: (so then i was like)
[Tidus is out, letting his Hebby Repp wander around him while he sits on the edge of the wall.]

Are those dreams still happening for anyone else? I thought they'd stop by now, but I guess someone's not okay with it.

[And why should it matter to any of them?]

When that keyhole appears, and it's broken--maybe the pieces are lost. Has anyone started looking for them yet?
whoseesbynight: (>consult shipping manifesto)
[The communicator turns on - or maybe is turned on, it's a little hard to tell - to Nepeta putting the finishing touches on... something. A moment later, she sits back, revealing a series of drawings that appear to have been drawn right on the wall. Fortunately, they also seem to done in chalk.

Of more interest might be the fact that there might just be a few familiar face in amongst the drawings. For those who happen to have been to Even's place, the general decor might also look just a little familiar.

For her part, Nepeta simply looks over the little drawings once more before turning towards the camera.]

That's better, don't you think?

[Judging by the enthusiastic squeak that answers the question, she's probably asking her bat, who is likely also behind the camera being on in the first place.]
unrecovered: (Default)
[The video flickers on to show both Wash and North in what looks like one of the hotel rooms. It’s far enough away that it’s obvious they’ve set it up on a flat surface somewhere. Wash is still wearing his helmet; old habits die very hard.]

Hey. Does anyone know anything about these Dream Eater things? We know they can fight and that you can make them from little rainbow pieces; aside from that, I’ve got nothing.

[There’s a squeak from offscreen, and Wash looks over-] Hey, get over here. [-and leans out of the frame.]

[North, meanwhile, has his helmet off, because all things considered, this area’s probably safe and he can let his guard down a bit. ]

Also, do they all carry loose change or something? It’s an odd way of making money.

[He glances over at Wash.]

Everything alright, Wash?

Yeah, fine, just- c’mere!

[There’s more squeaking offscreen, and finally Wash leans back into the frame, pulling his bat into his lap. The bat squeaks piteously, and it’s pretty obvious that one wing is bandaged.]

Is there a vet around here, or someone who knows how to take care of this? [He gestures at the bandage.] I can do this much, but that’s about it.

[Responses will come from both Wash ([personal profile] unrecovered) and North ([personal profile] brodakota).]

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