since1928: (Mickey: Gosh!)
[There's a high-pitched yelp.

It sounds sort of strangled, or maybe it even sounds like someone getting squished under a heavy weight. Whatever has happened doesn't take too long to recover from, however, as the high-pitched voice rouses from that former dazed state.
]

...Oh boy. Anybody got the license plate of that train??

[He tries to laugh, letting it peter off into a mild groan.

Somewhere behind him, there's the sound of a muffled, fat bark.
]
her_mouse_jesty: (Bring Honor To Us All)
 [With all the strangeness that happened during the 4th wall shenanigans, Minnie hadn't been able to properly introduce herself to this community. That simply wouldn't do! So today, with her Meow Wow constantly bouncing behind her, as they tend to do, she holds up the device in her hands, hoping she's using it correctly. Technology was more of her husband's specialty.]

Greetings, one and all. I'd like to thank you for your very warm and generous hospitality, and to formally introduce myself to those I haven't met yet. I am Queen Minnie Mouse, ruler of the Disney Kingdom. It is a pleasure to meet all of you. I'm... still confused about a few things here, but many of you have been very kind to inform me about what's going on.

So I would like all of us to work together, and become very good friends! The bonds of friendship are the strongest thing in every world! 
allpurposescarf: (yes.  yes it could work.)
[And here we have a new face. One who seems to have a fairly interesting choice in clothes, if the over-long scarf is any indication. Still, he doesn't seem to mind it any. In fact, he seems to be far more interested in the communicator itself.]

Ah, there we are. You know, it really is fascinating how many different ways to talk to people there are. You’d think that sooner or later all devices like this one would end up looking he same, but I’ve seen so many different kinds, over the years. And none of them are at all alike, except in what they do. Communication, no matter what form it takes.

So, hello, then! How are you all doing, out there?
laughingsword: (this one time at band camp...)
Hello~ooo… [in extreme magnification, a pair of eyes blink at the communicator for a few seconds before the face retreats into focus.] Ah! It's working, isn't it? That little light… what a funny dream.

[He chuckles, and holds the communicator a little further away, turning it from side to side.] Very funny. I've tried pinching myself ten thousand times, and I can't seem to wake up! Has anybody found out a better way? If I sleep in all morning I'll ruin my reputation, you see. Everyone will tease me!

[The temporary pout dissolves into a smile as he looks around beyond the communicator.] But maybe I can look around for just a few hours first. That wouldn't be so bad, would it? Ah, look! I think that's a candy store--!
seasaltkeys: (what I'd dare)
What's the highest point in ponyville? 

I want to watch the sunset.

[Roxas pauses, looking like he might say something more, but then decides against it and closes the feed.]

sailorgenerous: (Not quite what I had in mind)
[The video clicks on to show Rarity looking rather serious. Anyone who knows her will notice something different - namely that she now sports a golden choker-style necklace with a purple diamond-shaped gem set in the center. If you've been paying attention to the network, it should look familiar.]

As I'm sure you can see, my Element of Harmony appeared! And I do mean appeared, right out of nowhere. It was very odd, even for the Elements.

Pinkie, have you found yours yet? Has anypony else had any luck?

Oh! I almost forgot - I can't seem to take it out of Ponyville. It simply disappears when I go anywhere else, and it only reappears when I come back. It's certainly never done that before.
hiptobe_eraqus: (Excuse me?)
[Being there when the portal opened up, Eraqus of course decided to walk through it and see what world they had discovered this time.]

[And it is a lot more colorful than the previous one. It seems like one of his Spirits is helping him hold up his communicator now, since facing it...]

[The Keyblade Master is now a gray earth pony with reddish hooves, a black, spiky mane and tail, and a gold Master emblem for a cutie mark. He's still got the facial hair and the scars, too. He looks less shocked about this than one might expect...mostly a little confused as to how quadrupeds are supposed to operate.]


Considering our previous conversation regarding your world, Celestia, I would say in hindsight this adds a certain degree of irony.
amygdalae: you won't like the alternative (let's just do this the easy way)
[Soooooo.

Bruce isn't exactly sure where he is, but its pretty clear he isn't in Kansas New York anymore. Or even America, for that matter. Possibly Earth too, considering his attempts to get information.]


Um.

[Should he be using this thing? Its kind of... yeah. Suspicious. Its not everyday you fall asleep to wake up somewhere else with a strange device on you. (Well okay, the first part is something that’s happened while the second... actually, nevermind that.)

At least the place is... interesting. For a lack of a better word.]


If there’s anybody out there watching this - I would appreciate it if I could have an explanation about--all of this. [Gesturing to his surroundings in question for emphasis, which is a nice shot of one of the districts for a few moments before its broken by the aborable sounds of a Meow Wow as it starts to jump up and down, taking the screen each time.]

[...yeah so after a bit Bruce angles the device back at him, awkwardly scratching the back of his head.] I did try asking, but I don’t think a couple of ‘kupos’ and a cat-thing following after me is exactly the answer I’m looking for.

[Attempts to put on a smile here. Just... help him out here, please? He would appreciate it, really.]
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.
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.]
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.]
ttlynotanagent: (Not Good Very Not Good)
[The broadcast starts rather abruptly. The recording device is on its side like it was just dropped there. Suddenly the image bounces and shifts as it is picked up in the mouth of something (for the record, it's a Meow Wow).

The Meow Wow holds the recorder while a fight is going on. A small gang of Pricklemanes are slamming spiky tails at a target off screen. Suddenly something teal and orange flips through the air and lands on camera. It's...a platypus in a fedora?

Perry slams his tail into the face of one of the Pricklemane's and then grabs another to throw at a third Pricklemane. He fights with grace and speed and probably a little more power than one would give a small semi-aquatic mammal credit for. The trio of Pricklemane's burst into fragments and Perry adjusts his hat. A job well done. It might have seemed like a short fight, but Perry looks a little tired, so the feed probably only caught the last part of it.

Perry turns to the Meow Wow and frowns, giving it a side long look. Weren't you supposed to be---Perry froze. His eyes lock onto the screen that you are currently watching him from. He winces and rushes forward to block the camera with his hand and the feed abruptly ends.
]
unrecovered: (Let me think about that one)
Everyone's been talking about finding the keyhole or the pieces of the keyhole or whatever. Here's my question: has anyone actually started looking yet?

[Oh look, he disapproves of all of you. Yep, still Tuesday.]
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!
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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