battleborndr: (me and my friends understand the future)
[Look who hasn't been heard from in awhile... but here he is, a large grin on his face, right in the camera, barely giving any room for Harkness, or Donna's left behind Pricklemane, River.

For once, he has a direction to go towards. He's heard a call for help on a few pieces other of scrap devices, too; isn't that great?]


So, someone needs help, eh? Well, we reckoned there was something like that, I suppose, but this is much more... forward than I've heard since ending up in this Dream.

[His grin starts to shift into something more wild. He's excited.]

Time for the work and the fun to begin.

[And, after a moment...]

Doctor, are you still about?

[Yes, Four, he's talking to you.]
brodakota: (Default)
I have a deck of cards and an abundance of dream pieces.

Anyone interested?
foughtfortheusers: (Default)
[Rinzler had been prodding at the communicator device for a while. It wasn't really something he was used to still, and he wasn't the most comfortable with it. But in some ways, it wasn't that different from the technology on the grid. He lets out a rumbling noise as he turns on the audio. He needed answers. He knew that most of the others, including the ISO had since left. Why hadn't he?] Users.

Need to leave. Did not protest before. Thought would be able to return to Clu. Still here. In this user world.

Cannot stay here. How can I leave? I obey Clu. Cannot serve him here.

[And that would be something close to growling now.]
avengingarrow: (Not Sure)
[A man appears on the communicator looking a little miffed. It's Clint, though considering he hasn't really been seen without his mask before some might not make that connection. They'll probably recognize his voice...or the Pricklemane bouncing up and down behind him on a bed.]]

So what makes me so special that I get to stick around after everyone else went home? I arrived when all those others did, right? So shouldn't I have been sent home with them too?

[He sighs, rubbing at the bridge of his nose.]

Guess that was too much to hope for anyway. Things are never that easy for me.

[Clint drops his hand and looks at the screen properly now. Behind him the bouncing Pricklemane is joined by a Komory Bat sweeping down from the ceiling occasionally to bump the Pricklemane. They're playing.]

Right so since it looks like I might be here for the foreseeable future I guess some introductions are in order. Names' Clint or Hawkeye, whichever you prefer. I'm an Avenger...if that means anything to anyone here. The bouncing idiot behind me is Pinhead. And I just made the other one...think I'll call him Count. You might have teamed up with us in the whole bee attack...which I have to say you guys weren't half bad at taking down.

Which...reminds me. Anyone know where I might be able to find the supplies to restock my quiver? I'm going to need more arrows if I'm supposed to fight more bee monsters or any of the other neon monstrosities around here. I really don't think relying on Pinhead is gonna be an option.

[He jerks his thumb behind him and, as if on cue, the Pricklemane and the Komory Bat collide in a spectacular crash and then tumble off the bed and out of sight. Clint doesn't even bother looking over his shoulder which might tell you how often his has happened even before he started recording.]

See what I mean?
juniorganymedian: (a slight miscalculation)
[Jeeves doesn't particularly want to be seen at the moment as he's looking a little haggard. The nightmares he'd assured Luna were no problem have become problematic now that it would seem he's having different ones from the recurring one they'd had before the fight with the mare Nightmare in Ponyville. He'd never intended to actually call upon the Princess of Dreams, but he would be foolish to ignore her as a resource in this instance. It's very early morning - most would call it still night - when he contacts her.]

My apologies for any interruption to your regular duties, Your Royal Highness, but I wish to request an audience with you. Would you be available to meet at the top of the clock tower in Twilight Town sometime today?
unrecovered: (Well...)
[Armor on, helmet off; Wash doesn't look too terribly happy, but that's about par for the course. Cal it neutral for now, or as close to neutral as he gets.]

If you're new here and you can see this, great - it means you've figured out how to use the communicator. [Yaaaaaaaay.]

For those of you who weren't listening to the Moogle or just didn't get it the first time, you're in the realm of dreams. Yes, you're asleep. No, nobody knows how you got here or how to get back, but we're working on it. People just seem to appear and disappear at random.

This particular world is called Traverse Town. There used to be three more connected to it - Twilight Town, the Mother of Invention, and Ponyville - but they closed off at about the same time you all showed up. Nobody's figured that one out either.

Let's see...if a Dream Eater has red eyes, it's a Nightmare and will probably to try to kill you. If it doesn't, it either belongs to someone or is a Moogle. Either way, don't shoot it.

If you need more information...[He shrugs.] Ask around. The people who've been here longer tend to know more. [Of course, he's just set himself up as a source of information - not what he wanted, but dammit, someone's got to do it.]
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?
eternalsession: (seeking)
[A video feed begins, showing a young man with silver hair who is in dire need of a haircut. Judging the from what’s visible of the background, he seems to be up in the tower in the fourth district.]

So, just how many people are stuck dreaming here? I haven’t had much of a look around, but this place seems bigger than I remember.

I haven’t seen any Heartless either, just Nightmares. Does anyone have more information about Dream Eaters in general?

[The barrage of questions seems to be over for a moment, before he remembers one last part.]

Oh, and has anyone seen someone named Sora around? If I fell asleep, he’s probably not far behind.
yabigfurball: (Howl at the moon)
[Oh hey, that's Ammy on the screen. Seems she's activated her communicator for the first time in awhile. Unfortunately, she looks pretty worried. And while she's not at Ponyville, since she looks like a normal wolf, it's still Ponyville that's got her worried. After a moment to make sure that the communicator is working, she shows it a picture:]



[The sun has been missing for awhile! Where has it gone?]
notquitedracula: (The weight of ages)
I'll get straight to the point. There are plenty of us with dangerous abilities, and these nightmares are not helping with our control. I propose that everyone who considers themselves a potential danger to others come forward now, and that we all partner up to prevent each other from doing something stupid and regrettable after waking up from one of these things. I don't think isolation will work as a long-term solution - it breeds paranoia and despair, among other things.

If you don't want to, that's fine too - but if you don't and you end up hurting someone, it's on your head.

I'm going to go ahead and make myself the first name on the list.
brodakota: (Default)
So have the dreams been making anyone else think, or is it just me? [Concerns about the morality of the project you work for + confirmation that the project you work for has no morals + dreams about darkness and light and fun stuff like that/snorin pricklemane = insomnia!]
timeywimeyorb: (Elegant)
[A new woman's face make an appearance on the communicator. She is sitting at a cafe in Traverse Town's first district with it propped up against something on the table. She seems fairly comfortable with using it. Her dark hair falls over her shoulders and she brushes it back without thought. A cup of tea can be seen sitting in front of her and she sits before it with an elegant grace about her. She is in fashionable civilian clothes and she offers the broadcast a warm, if small, smile.]

Hello. My name is Setsuna Meioh. I've been filled in on what I believe are the basics of this place and what has been going on. Or at least that this is a very elaborate dream world. I'm afraid the Moogle could not give me much information on who was here or who would be a good person to speak with about the current problems that result in people being pulled into dreams that are not there own. Or why they are being attacked in them for that matter.

[She sighs, letting it turn into an action that cools her tea. She raises the cup to her lips, sips, and then sets it back down, she looks down at the tea with a pensive expression.]

I thought I was done worrying about being attacked in my dreams. I suppose my prediction that the peace would not last was accurate.

[She looks up. Trying to appear cool, calm, and collected. It's fairly successful except for the tiny bit of worry in her eyes.]

I'll be at this outdoors cafe if you would like to meet in person. I do prefer speaking that way over communication devices like this...but I can understand if you are shy to meet me. I only wish to have more information.

[The feed will end there. If persons are in the First District of Traverse Town feel free to sit and join her. The bag the moogle gave her rests on the table and obviously she hasn't made her Dream Eater yet. Perhaps you would like to give her some advice]
battleborndr: (if only I could make a deal with god)
[The Doctor's on the comms looking absolutely exhausted. He was sleeping poorly last week. This week? No. It's been awful. He tries to force some cheer and a smile into the video. He's trying to hard though.]

So! Bit more settled here, that's all well and good. Could use a bit of an income of sorts though. That's new. Kind of weird. I figured I'd offer out my services at fixing things. Promise, I won't break it! [Probably. He might even try to make it better! That's totally okay, right?] Whatever it is you have, I'm sure I can put it back together.

I'm not looking to charge anything in particular, whether it's a little bit of munny or something for the Dream Eaters, it's something that'll help out my friends and I. The offer is always on the table, if ever anyone needs the help.

[He rubs at his eyes. He is so very done with these dreams.]
statisticallyterrible: (CouLD yOU COme oVer HErE?)
[The video is quick, only a few seconds long. The camera captures a shop from a short distance away, easy to identify for anyone who knows the area. More interesting is the voice heard in the background:]

Four days. Jesus.

[The camera turns to show a man, looking none too great with a hand rubbing over his face. The armor has changed, but it's undeniably Agent Washington.

And that's all, before the feed clicks off. Here he is, folks, come collect.]
juniorganymedian: (give me patience)
[When the visual starts, Jeeves is standing in his hotel room looking, for him, mildly perturbed, but for most would appear to be vaguely curious. Descartes is eating an ice cream cone on the desk in the background. Jeeves had wanted to ensure the bat would be occupied. He places his hand to his heart and bows.]

Your Royal Highness, I wished to thank you once more for your assistance with the individual resembling Young Master Riku. In my review of the communicator archives, I came across several references to replicas of him that are the result of Mr. Even's experimentation while he was a member of a group called Organization XIII. [The real Riku had been particularly vociferous in lambasting the man for his follies.

And now for the more delicate topic.]
Additional review of the previous communications also provided a most illuminating look into the nature and expanse of the many and varied forms of magicks and technologies persons from different worlds have access to. I understand you have the ability to walk the dreams of others and aid them in your capacity as Princess of the Night. I would humbly request an exemption from such monitoring.
4letters4ninja: (pic#7199631)
[Ziva's comm turns on, and the first thing that can be heard is wind.

Then...if your character recognizes it...the sound of a really, really ticked off cat.

Last, Ziva's voice, calm and very, very, deliberately controlled. She's putting a lot of energy into said control.]


Wash is gone. I think...[She pauses as if she had to choke back something.]...he woke up. Melody has been searching for him most of the day. I am following her with Gibbs, Fang, and Fluffy. [She doesn't mention that Fang's currently curled up in her lap while she's sitting on Gibbs' back.]

If anyone hears anything different, let me know.
juniorganymedian: (most disturbing)
[The quick, light breaths coming from the audio indicate that the person speaking is performing some form of physical exertion.]

My apologies for any brusqueness, but I require the assistance of a healer immediately. I have just witnessed a person leaping from the edge of the tower in the Fourth District of Traverse Town. I do not know if they could have survived a fall from such a height, but if they have, I suspect my own first aid knowledge and potion will be insufficient to provide adequate care for such traumatic injuries. I am making all due haste to the area at this moment. Thank you for your attention.
brodakota: (no helmet; injured)
[North's voice comes over the network, sounding rather panicked. Surprisingly so, especially to people who know him for his quiet, patient demeanor.]

Is anyone else in Ponyville right now? 

If you are, have you seen Theta? 

It's really important that I find him, and I think it's getting dark.

[That's new...and all the more worrisome.]
juniorganymedian: (so not amused)
Good day, my name is Jeeves. I am given to understand this device has some extraordinary broadcasting ability akin to a radio or television, but with multi-way communicative properties. I have been here only a short time and require some assistance, for which I will gladly work in trade.

I have created one of the creatures known as a spirit. I have been led to believe that the animal serves some useful function as protection in this realm against nightmares of a similar build, but alternate coloration. The Komory Bat now in my possession defies all training and disciplinary methods with which I am familiar for service animals. I would deeply appreciate some instruction on their care and control. It has taken to fluttering around me in a highly distracting way. Thank you.

I have also been informed this device has some archival function. If it may be accessed readily, I should like to know how.
battleborndr: (I threw myself to the wind yeah)

[OOC: Green is Jenny, purple is Donna, blue is the Doctor.]



[The communicator switches back and forth between audio and video settings, catching snippets of (mostly) loud female voices and images of a mildly perplexed man, before settling in on the Video function. It fixates on a moogle looking highly annoyed at the communicator’s owner. He looks highly annoyed back, but properly chastised, and oh, damn, now he has no distraction from the two women.]



You should have left it be for now, dad. You could have always looked into it further later. [You can tell that she has a more matter-of-fact attitude about whatever had just happened.]



Oi! I told you he’d be mad if you tried to mess with it! [You can hear the eyeroll in her voice.]



I don’t see what the big deal is… [He looks so put out.] I’d put it back together. ...Probably.



How would you feel if someone just showed up and started taking your things apart?



I don’t even have “things” to take apart. And anyway, it shows an impeccable appreciation for good craftsmanship! [Yeah. Totally.]



Whatever you say, Spac-- [She cuts herself off there.]



[Go on, say it. He dares you. He just stares at her a moment, then looks away. His Hebby Repp messes up his cool demeanor though, by thinking it’s a good time to leave the sanctity of his shoulders and scurry up Jenny. It’s totally cool. Right? Right.]



Oi! Would you two stop it and hurry up already! I’m gonna end up leaving you both behind! [Yes, she was a tad eager to explore further. She didn’t even sound deterred by other two or for that matter, the Hebby Repp ditching her father, and yes, she was still considering him her father.]


Just hold on a second! [Her Pricklemane is bouncing around her feet in circles, apparently wanting to get going too. She looks back at the Doctor.] Careful, I’ll come up with a worse nickname. [Like GrumpyBritches, or something.]



[He cringes. He doesn’t doubt it.] Right. Let’s not keep her waiting, shall we? [Someone probably should have reminded him about the communicator, but the only one that probably would is the moogle, who still just glares. So the thing stays on.]




[OOC: You get a lottery: Donna, Jenny,  or The Doctor or all three may respond to you! Feeling Lucky, punk?]

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