salvagedlight: (whatever it takes)
[Anyone in Traverse Town's Second District might notice weird flashes of light coming from down the small path to the Dalmatian house. This isn't something that's probably safe to practice inside the relatively small rooms of most Traverse Town buildings, but most of the space outdoors is so open that Ven's wary about practicing out there, too. He knows he looks young, and he's wary about people telling him he's overreaching himself or that he shouldn't be doing what he's doing, and the light would draw obvious attention so he's trying to hide it.]

[It's not all that successful, though, since the light is still really bright, and it flashes from the alley out into the main plaza of the District. There's also a rather odd sound with each flash, a soft, high, sort of scraping echo that's much harder to detect but is apparent enough from close in. Whatever Ven's trying, it involves his Keyblade, as the weapon is held out in front of him with both hands, and it doesn't seem to be working very well as the mostly determined but somewhat frustrated expression on his face reveals. For once, his Spirits are nowhere to be seen.]
revenancenpcs: (FILSS)
Hello, and welcome to-

I am sorry, my resources here appear to be limited. I have been authorized to use this network in order to make announcements regarding current events on the Mother of Invention.

Currently, many of my systems remain inoperable. However, I am attempting to make the systems control portions of the ship accessible, and I would appreciate any assistance in bringing the rest of my functions online. I will be opening up a secondary training room shortly in order to provide a route to these vital areas.

Thank you for your help, and have a nice day.
the_mechanic: (Default)
[There's a close-up view of a well-manicured goatee, though there's a bit of blood around the lips, and as he adjusts the camera, it's plain to see that the clearly-attractive man has definitely been in a fight recently. Put mildly. And also that he's wearing some kind of metal armor suit thing, with the face-mask open.

He opens his mouth to speak, then closes it again. Twice. This is not a man accustomed to being at a loss for words.]


Please tell me there's someone in this sparkly-rainbow-nightmare than can get a full sentence out, with minimal KUPO, that can tell me what the hell is going on?

...please?

[The camera pans out just enough to show the komory bat perched on the top of the man's head, chittering away happily. Tony swipes at him half-heartedly, as if they've been through this a few times already, and the bat makes no motion to vacate his vantage point.

Tony looks pleadingly into the camera, and with a deep sigh, cuts the feed.]
sailorlaughter: (Haters gonna hate)
Hiiiiiii, everypony!

[The pink pony seems cheerfully oblivious to the Hebby Rep chewing on her head.] My name's Pinkie Pie, and I just gotta say, this is the coolest dream ever! Whoever set this up totally knew what they were doing! And I mean, I've had some real dream-doozies, like that time when everything in Ponyville turned into cake and I had to eat it all while Twilight played on the tuba, but I've never-ever dreamed up my very own shiny dream-lizard before!

[She lifts a foreleg to point, causing the spirit to leap and clamp his jaws around that instead. Pinkie smiles.] I think I'm gonna call him Toothy!
lessabrasive: (pic#6053452)
[ The communicator device flicks on, revealing a moving row of cobblestones and metal-plated feet, occasionally interrupted by the swish of a spiky purple something accidentally impeding movement. Faint muttering is audible, words short and clipped with displeasure. ]

..What are the Equalists up to now.


[ The device swivels, the camera revealing the face of an older human woman with greying hair and twin scars on her right cheek. Green eyes narrow as she glares at the communicator, clearly Less Than Happy to be here. Something purple and distinctly spikey can be seen bouncing behind her, as though eager to get her attention - its efforts don't seem to be working, however.

After a pause, she speaks directly into the device.
]


Those winged 'kupo'-bears would have me believe this is some sort of 'waking dream', one being shared by others. In that case, if anyone here knows the way out, preferably to Republic City, I'd appreciate directions as soon as possible.

[flatly] Whatever sort of game is being played here, I'm not prepared to be a part of it. I have responsibilities there that can't wait on someone else's whim's.


[/click/.]
skysmirror: (Almost there)
[Normally Xion only uses the communicator to respond to others or keep track of what's going on. Today is a little different though. Despite the hood, it's pretty obvious she's happy about something as she waits to be sure the recording is going properly.]

Ummm...can everyone hear me?

Everyone remembers that Keyhole that showed up in the second district, right? It looks like it opened up another world. I checked it out a little, and it seems safe.

It's called Twilight Town. Some of us might remember it. I know it pretty well if--

[Here she pauses and if considering something, and then speaks a little more hesitantly.]

if anyone wants to know a little more about it.

[Those who know her can probably figure that the hesitance is less from a lack of desire on her part, and more concern at how the offer will be received.]

[OOC: Backdated to shortly after this.]
revenancenpcs: (Moogle)
[A moogle shows up on the communicator. It bobs at the screen; it looks like it's in the second district, on the stairs leading down to the lower level.]

Hey!

There's something going on at the fountain in the second district. I think you should all come look, kupo.

[The moogle flies over to the fountain; a glowing gold keyhole is now in the center of the design. You'll probably recognize it from the dreams you've been having since you got here.]

A keyhole, kupo! I wonder what it could mean.
buymedumplings: (Oh right a sense of humor)
[Bolin is grinning from ear to ear. He looks ENTIRELY too pleased with himself.]

Everyone. I'd like you to meet Mako Jr.

[Bolin turns the communicator to point at a Hebby Repp that is apparently Mako Jr. Said Hebby Repp bounces a few times and flips in the air, clearly excited to be here. One might also notice that the Hebby Repp is wearing a red scarf, tied around it's neck. Bolin, off screen continues.]

I made the scarf myself. I couldn't very well name him Mako Jr. if he didn't have a scarf. The only problem is trying to keep it on him and --

[Suddenly Mako Jr. coughs up some fire and the scarf starts to sizzle, quickly catching on fire.]

Ack! No! Bad Mako Jr! Don't set the scarf on fire I worked too hard on that!

[There's some flailing as the communicator is moved and Bolin is rushing over to put the flames out. He gets it out quickly enough and sighs, sitting back. He forgets the communicator for a moment, focused more on Mako Jr.]

We're going to have to work on your aim. We can't have you setting the scarf on fire every time you fight.

[Mako Jr. looks downcast, kicking one of its feet. Clearly it is sad to have disappointed Bolin. Bolin realizes this and quickly waves his hands, trying to placate the creature.]

Hey, hey. It's okay. We'll work on it.

[Mako Jr. squeaks happily and in a split second has slithered around Bolin's neck, curled up and draped happily over his shoulders. It nuzzles his face.]

Yeah, I love you too buddy.
dork_of_keys: (Whoops...)
[The clip opens with a sideways close up of Bruce's face. He has not been painted yet, but that isn't the issue. It's nighttime, at least according to the clocks. He gives a squeak when he notices the communicator is on and starts fidgeting with it. What exactly he's trying to do isn't clear until he turns it so that it's obvious that it's sitting on a night table. Said night table is next to Sora's bed and viewers are now treated to a sideways image of a snoozing Keybearer.

Sora's not quite sleeping peacefully, however. He's fidgeting at least and occasionally mumbles something in his sleep. Whatever he's dreaming of, it might not be pleasant. Jelly Bean is sitting next to him on the bed, whimpering and occasionally pawing at him. This doesn't last long, as Sora wakes with a start, sitting up quickly and sending the Meow Wow tumbling off the bed. Whatever he was dreaming about, it seems to have involved combat, as he has his Keyblade in hand and the beginnings of a Thunder spell crackling in the air around him before his sleepy mind realizes where he is.

He sits for a moment, panting and clearly trying to wrap his brain around what's going on. After a minute, he settles down, dismissing his Keyblade and muttering one word just barely loud enough for the communicator to pick up. He doesn't sound puzzled or confused, though. He sounds more like he thinks he should have thought of this sooner.
]

... A Keyhole.

[Jelly Bean hops back up on the bed, sits down where he was before and gives Sora a Look. It is the kind of Look one might expect on a disgruntled pet with a knucklehead master who has just inadvertently kicked him out of bed. Sora does not notice this Look right away, being too busy thinking over what he'd just dreamed. Jelly Bean barks. It's the kind of growly, irritated bark that perfectly compliments the Look. Sora reaches out to absently pat the disgruntled Dream Eater on the head.]

Sorry, buddy.

[He turns to Bruce, as if intending to ask him something. Whatever he's going to say, it's forgotten when he sees that the communicator is on. Sighing, he picks it up.]

Um...

[Well this is awkward. How long was it recording? Sora looks to Bruce, who squeaks at him from off camera. The bat sounds cranky. Had he also gotten kicked off the bed at some point? Sora looks back at the communicator and seems to debate something for a moment before he speaks up. No, he doesn't actually want to talk about this right now, but he doesn't realize he was recorded thinking out loud about the Keyhole. He'll find out the hard way when the replies start coming in...]

So apparently our Spirits can turn the communicators on if they mess with them enough.
buymedumplings: (Not sure if want)
[There's a large finger poking at the wrist watch, connected to it is a boy who looks about 16. He stops after a few minutes and just tilts his head to the side. He has large green eyes and his thick eyebrows are furrowed in confusion] Okay I think I get the gist of all this based on what that moogle thing told me...but I still have to say it's pretty weird. Not to mention I still have a few questions and the moogle started getting a bit pushy after awhile.

So, I guess for starters...my name's Bolin and I'm new. [Awkward smile. Yeah, that aws obvious, wasn't it?] If anyone has seen a grumpy looking guy wearing a red scarf named Mako or a girl with a ponytail named Korra let me know. Although, I guess if they are here they'll hear this, right? I haven't seen Pabu either...but I'm sure he's okay if I really am just asleep. He's probably still just curled up asleep too.

[Pause in thought, Bolin glances down.]

Speaking of which...I guess I should think of a name for this little guy, huh? [Bolin aims his wrist down at a ball of blue fur that is anything but little and curled up at his feet and snuggled close. Apparently Bolin has a lazy Meow Wow for his companion and first dream eater Spirit.]

Ping maybe?

[He pokes the Meow Wow with his foot and the creature purrs and twitches contentedly]

Right...so, uh, anything else I should know? This is one of those where do I even start kind of things.

[He looks a little awkward just sitting there with a sleeping Meow Wow. Care to help a fella out?]
salvagedlight: (did you find something?)
[The video feed turns on to Ven, who's sitting on the low wall around the big plaza in the Second District, a Komory Bat in his lap as he extends the creature's wings, looking at them close like he thinks the Spirit might be hurt. Wheeler is perched next to him on the wall, head leaning over Ven's arm as he makes low chitters at the bat and pokes at it with his nose.]

...Okay, I think you're all right. Just try to watch out for the lampposts next time, got it?

[The bat squeaks happily and Ven gives it a small toss in the air to get it airborn. It climbs up a couple of feet, circles above his head twice - and then drops right back down into his lap, completely ungracefully and making Ven laugh.]

All right, I get it - you wanna stay here. Just for a little longer, okay? Just watch the wings. [The bat gives another squeak and settles down with a batty smile. Ven, meanwhile, gets to start asking the question he turned on the communicator to ask.] I've been trying to decide what to name this guy, but I'm not really all that good with names. I asked the moogles what they thought when they helped me make him, and one of them suggested "Wingman." And then he started... laughing. [He's looking a bit confused at the idea.] Why would he be laughing about that?

[Meanwhile, somewhere close by to you, the rustle of popcorn bags starts approaching...]
revenancenpcs: (Smoke)
Are you all still here? How very disappointing. I'd expected better from you. You do seem to consider yourselves people of such high caliber.

But no matter. You can't expect more from what is truly the chaff of the worlds. After all, you haven’t even realized why you haven’t woken up.

Perhaps you never will.
salvagedlight: (snoozing again?)
We have a little situation on our paws, kupo, and we were hoping one of you guys could help us out.

[The speaker is a moogle, one that appears to be fairly high up if the flashes of picture over the communicator are anything to judge by. Well, moogles can fly, after all, but this one seems to be on the roofs of the second district.]

Don't worry, kupo, it's not anything bad! It's just something that needs to be taken care of - see, there's this tunnel between the second and third districts that's nice and high up and we wanted to put some mechanics in it, but Momo came up here to check it out and she found something we didn't expect.

[It's at that point that the moogle reaches its destination, which is indeed a square little entrance over the general shops in the Second District, not big enough for an adult to walk down without hunching over a lot and about just as wide. The moogle shines some sort of dim light ahead of himself, wings humming a bit as he starts down the tunnel - and about ten feet in, there's the obstruction. Ven is laying on the floor, dead asleep and face partially obstructed, curled around his Hebby Repp which is acting as a pillow for him but is also using him as a pillow in return. Neither of them react to the moogle or the light he brought with him, though it probably helps that the moogle doesn't make any noise or try to wake him. Instead he just gets a good shot of the sleeping duo before reversing course and backing out of the tunnel, back to the roofs.]

Does he belong to anyone, kupo? We've seen him around a couple of times, but ever since the first couple of days he's run off whenever he's seen one of us!
defrostedpride: (a fine day for SCIENCE)
[The video shows a room at the hotel, the communicator having apparently been set on a table. There are already signs of sustained, or at least emphatic, occupancy, mostly in the form of crumpled papers strew hither and, indeed, thither. Even looks a little more pinched than usual about the face.

[He gets right down to business without preamble.]

I gather that there are some among you who are skilled in physical combat. I wish to request the assistance of one such in gathering resources from unfriendly Dream Eaters. You would be entitled, of course, to an equal share in the proceeds.

Is anyone available?
colorbymemory: (Namine)
[The video shows only Namine at first, then she backs away--it looks like she set her communicator on something and is moving away to show the background. Which...actually isn’t the hotel, but the inside of another building. Not much furniture, but that doesn’t seem to be bothering Namine as she calls offscreen to someone else.]

Ienzo, I got it set up.

[Ienzo walks into view, standing next to Namine, and inclines his head to the camera.]

Hello, everyone; I’d said last week that I hoped to find space for a storefront, and as it happens, Namine wished for the same, so we’ve found a space that will work for both of us. Several of you said you would be willing to help clean the space out when I located that, and we hoped we could request your assistance sometime later this week.

The sooner we get everything ready, the sooner we can open. Ienzo wants to have a tea house, and--

[She’s cut off by Batty’s appearance. Only, he’s looking a little blue; quite literally so. With the exception of the markings on his wings, which are white, he has now been painted varying shades of blue; darker for his wings, lighter for his head, face, and feet.. He doesn’t seem to mind this.]

I thought that if anyone wanted their Spirit painted a different color, I could help.

If anyone interested in helping us clean up could reply to this post, that would be best; our location will be off the plaza in the middle of the Fourth District. I highly recommend using the stairs that are to your left as you enter from the back streets, as the right side is infested with nightmares.

There were some on the way through the back streets, too, so be careful on your way.
nightmaresfear: (pic#4987386)
[The communicator switches on to a pair of very surprised turquoise eyes peering at the camera. He's more intrigued about the device than anything else; he doesn't seem to be fazed by the fact there is a brightly-coloured bat creature perched on his shoulder, or by his change in surroundings.]

Huh, it works. Guess this is more convenient than letters in bottles.

[His Komory Bat gives a low hum of agreement, and he pets his companion before continuing.]

All right, I guess someone out there must be able to see this? My name's Riku. I'm looking for my friend Sora. Brown spiky hair, kind of a dork? Or maybe you've seen anyone called Joshua, Shiki, Beat, or Rhyme? I'd appreciate it if you could let me know.

[The fact Joshua hasn't popped out of nowhere to bug him yet should be indication enough he isn't around, but it's worth a try anyway. Maybe he's just busy, even if he does have a knack for being everywhere at just the right time.]

Uh, so... I guess that's it. Thanks. [He reaches down to his communicator, and the feed cuts.]
4letters4ninja: (Shadows)
This may seem a bit odd.... but I have a question for those who are in this strange place.

There was...an incident... before I woke up here, and I seem to have this head pain that will not go away. I know this is not the best thing to have occur.

Is there anyone at least a bit medically trained that I can speak with?
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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