unrecovered: (I don't want to talk about it)
[There's a long silence and a sigh before he begins. He really should've written down what he wanted to say; it's too late for that now.]

Ziva, we- we should talk. I-

[There's a moment as he realizes just how bad that sounds.] -shit, no, not like that. Not-

Look, York's- he woke up, and I-

[There's another long pause, and then a sigh.] You know what? Forget it. [The message cuts off abruptly.]
guerriera: (Steady Gaze)
[ The video feed is clear, showing the glare-tilt of Carolina's visor as the aqua armored figure stares into the communicator. Her voice is calm, collected. Controlled. ]

Agent York has woken up.

[ Maybe a little too controlled. ]

To those who knew him, his dream eaters are also missing. They may be looking for him. If you see them, keep that in mind.

[ But definitely not upset. Not upset at all.

The line disconnects.
]
unrecovered: (Let me think about that one)
[Somebody's human, which rules out Ponyville as the location for this one.]

Three things. One, if you haven't figured out how to walk as a pony yet, do it soon. There's a pattern to the way this dream works - when something happens, it'll probably happen in Ponyville, and if you want to get involved you need to be able to walk.

Two. [He pulls out the dead AI chip that came from the Mother of Invention and holds it up to the camera, keeping a very straight face.] Have any of these changed hands? We should be keeping track of them. [And by that he means "he's keeping track of them whether you all like it or not."]

Three, has anyone tried putting the talking items together yet?
unrecovered: (Let me think about that one)
[It's a few days after FILSS' opening the training room, and Wash is still tired. He's in full armor and helmet to hide that fact. He holds up an AI chip in front of the camera. It's hollow in the middle and isn't lighting up.]

Melody had this. I'm pretty sure she found it on the Mother of Invention. Those of you who know what this is, there isn't anything in it. It's not active. That...doesn't stop it from talking.

The ID card from the post office and the blank photo from the mansion. Who has them?

[In the background, Melody protests, albeit not nearly as loud as she had when he'd mentioned getting another cat. Hey! She was holding onto that for Lela! Give it back!]
unrecovered: (Well...)
Did anyone else win a rare Spirit in the Moogle game at the party last week?

More to the point, if anyone won a Frootz Cat-

[There's a disapproving meow from offscreen - someone doesn't approve of the idea of a second cat in the household. Wash ignores it.]

-and hasn't put it together yet, would you be willing to trade the pieces?

[That's as far as he gets before Melody flies onto the bed in a whirlwind of sound and fury and snaps the communicator closed. No! She's the only cat here!]
brodakota: (Default)
If anyone's having any trouble with the latest round of dreams, I can help. Or at least listen if you want.

I figure I owe you guys since I got helped last time.

[A little while later, the video's on and there's a variety of holograms appearing. Some fireworks, a few dream eaters, a moogle. All a familiar red and blue colour. Theta's trying his best to cheer people up.]


[ooc: timing for this is nebulous and can easily become action if that's what you want. Just let me know the subject line or somewhere how you want to do this.]
guerriera: (Default)
[ Greenish-blue seafoam green turquoise Aqua blue-ish armour appears on screen, though the helmet design is a little different from that of the other Freelancers folks here are likely familiar with. It stares sternly into the camera; the backdrop of endless stars and a tilted rooftop behind them indicate that this person's somewhere in Traverse Town.

For those of you who haven't met this freelancer yet - surprise! It's a lady. A very serious sounding one, at that.
]


My name is Agent Carolina. I believe most of you already know several people from my world who've been here some time.

I arrived only recently, but I've been brought up to speed on matters regarding the Mother of Invention. [Her head dips slightly.] I'd be interested to know the locations inside the ship where people encountered whatever this... invisible being is, along with anything that stood out to witnesses - particularly the type of damage inflicted. 'Magic' isn't natural to our world, but from what I've been told, some of our technology might potentially imitate it.

Any sounds heard before or after would also be relevant.

[ There's a brief pause, followed by a clipped: ]

Thank you for your time.


[ Another brief pause. ]

And North, when you see this, get in contact. I'd like a word, please.
allfunandgamesuntil: (uh...well)
[York's image comes up on the communicator, and even with armor on he looks fairly confused. He's sitting in the hotel, and Sparky's in his usual position on top of York's head.]

Okay, so I know I've been kind of distracted most of this week, but what the heck happened on the Mother of Invention? Is everyone okay?
sailorgenerous: (Faaaaaabulous~)
[The video shows a stylishly decorated shop interior. Given the bolts of fabric neatly stacked and shelved in a corner, the sewing machine on the table, and the dress forms of human men and ladies and ponies, it's obvious this is a fashion shop. Rarity comes into view, smiling and dressed in a brand-new gown, simple by her standards but still fancy.]

Hello, fillies and gentlecolts, and welcome to the grand opening of the Carousel Boutique! For those of you that don't know, I'm a fashion designer - it is my special talent. Now that those awful nightmares have stopped, I've decided it's the perfect time to open the Traverse Town location of my boutique and offer my services to all of you! If anypony needs something to wear that they simply cannot find here - formalwear, or something not absolutely covered in belts and zippers - I would be more than happy to whip it up for you. I may need a little practice sewing for anypony who isn't actually a pony, but rest assured I will work to the best of my ability to give you something stylish and unique to wear.

I've also partnered with Bolin, who had the fantastic idea of making outfits for Spirits! [She pauses for a moment, then glances behind her.] Spike, dear, that's your cue.

[Oh, oops! Spike comes bouncing out from behind Rarity, proudly sporting a bright green bow tie. Rarity smiles at him and continues on.] We're starting out small, and the design will depend on the Spirit. If you'd like your Spirit to have an ensemble just as stylish as yours, do come by!
brodakota: (Broken Helmet)
[Despite all he's done to try, North is still not getting enough sleep. Luna's visit helped, but Theta is still anxious, and North can't get to the end of the dream where things start to fix themselves. Theta gets stuck at the breaking apart, with memories of how he was created from the Alpha still very fresh for him. It's painful to go through, even if North is just getting the memory of the experience, and he would rather not put both of them through that.

So no sleep for Freelancer or AI.

He's hid it well enough for the past while he thinks. He's stumbled a few places, but otherwise, he's still functioning. He made it through the mansion alright after all.

Now, however. Now he'd not so sure.

He'd just wanted to go out for a walk, get some air and try and calm Theta down. It's really annoying how these streets can't be walked without encountering nightmares. It's worse that he didn't sleep at all last night because Theta had a particularly bad time. Cactus and Winnie are doing what they can, but it's hard for North to break away and put some distance between them to use his rifle effectively. Just bashing the nightmares on the head isn't doing much.

Still, he'd holding his own for the most part, until he finds himself surrounded by a few Kooma pandas and no way out. He tries to activate his shield but they're too close for it to be effective. Turns out the nightmare versions of Kooma pandas hit really hard, and North goes down. Immediately Cactus and Winnie are there and Theta's activated the shield. He's panicking, and scared because North being knocked out is not a good thing and he can't be in control. He knows he needs help so he goes to the communicator.

To his credit, he manages to sound somewhat in control.]


North's been knocked out by some nightmares. I've got the shield up but he needs help. Like, really soon.

[He can keep the shield going for as long as North's suit has power, which is a while, but he's worried about Cactus and Winnie, since he can't give them potions or anything like that]


We're in the backstreets of Traverse Town.


[ooc: Okay, so, to keep things organized, the first person to respond to this post will be the person rescuing North. Other people can respond, but Theta will tell them someone is on the way to avoid 20 people showing up to rescue North. It's a giant game of first, so have at it.]


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.]
raisethemoon: (Mare in the Moon)
[Luna peers critically into the camera as it comes on. For once, it isn't wrapped in the pale blue shimmer of her magic; she reaches out a hoof to straighten it slightly.]

Excellent. Hold steady, Noctis.

[She turns and paces slowly away, to the edge of what turns out to be the belltower.] Tonight is the night of the Winter Moon Festival. My festival. 'Twas to be our first in...in some time. We had meant to gift our subjects with a grand and glorious sky, to show them all that -

[She stops, sounding near tears, and tosses her mane in frustration. Then, visibly composing herself, she takes a deep breath and lowers her head, her horn glowing first blue and then a bright silver as she takes flight. The silver light coalesces around and in front of her as she rises, until she is silhouetted against what seems to be a huge, brilliantly shining full moon, hanging high in the sky above Traverse Town.

Luna lands again, her horn still glowing faintly as she maintains the illusion. She's a little out of breath, but smiling triumphantly and somewhat defiantly.]


Tonight, there shall be a moon!
knock_knock: (-classy)
[Wyoming has left his helmet off, feeling safe enough between leaving his motion sensors on and Gamma being very much awake.. No one’s going to sneak up on him- Even the spiky cat thing that he doesn't entirely trust though it's purring at him why is it purring that is not a normal cat thing.

He appears to be on a roof of some building, mostly because it’s got the best vantage point to see where he’s at.]

If I understood correctly this is some sort communicator, and I’m in a dream world. Which seems rather impossible but all things considered, I’ll play along for now.

And since I have an audience, willing or not, I might as well.

Knock knock.

[Guess who’s assuming this is some sort of trick and isn't taking this nearly as seriously as he should be? This guy.]
brodakota: (no helmet)
[Today North's just hanging out in his hotel room, sans armour at the moment because he's done for the day pretty much. And really without a TV or books around, there's not a lot to do besides conversation or playing with spirits. It's a bit hard to do the latter, since both of his spirits have passed out, in some cases on him. Theta hovers on his shoulder.]

You know, with all the new people coming into town, it always makes me wonder who's going to show up next. It's getting to the point where you could start making bets on who's going to show up next.

I'm almost tempted to try.

[He goes to turn off the communicator, but stops himself]

Also, I'm North, and this is Theta, if anyone was wondering.


raisethemoon: (Look upon a summer's day)
[Luna looks extremely pleased with herself, fairly beaming into the camera.]

Behold! [She swings it around, showing off a Kooma Panda fast asleep on her floor.] We hath created a bear! Her name is Ursa, in honor of our beloved Equestrian Ursae. We plan to paint her coat similarly to theirs as well! Doubtless, she shall serve as fiercely and valiantly as -

[The newly named Ursa yawns and scratches her belly, before rolling to face away from Luna.] ...ah, as...

[A silver-shod hoof reaches out to prod the panda in the back as Luna whispers urgently.] Ursa! This is thy introduction!
unrecovered: (Well...)
[The video shows Wash wearing what looks to be civilian clothes - a t-shirt, no helmet - and perched on the edge of the fountain in the Second District. He's also completely soaked. Fang is wheeling through the air behind him, squeaking gleefully and oddly dry.]

So. I tried a water barrel.

[He pauses for a few moments, gathering his words before continuing.] I have absolutely no idea what that was supposed to be, but- [He jerks his thumb at Fang, still doing aerial cartwheels behind him] -he sure seems to like it.

[He just shrugs - what can you do, really? - and turns the video off. That was a thing and it happened.]
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.
raisethemoon: (Do not go gentle)
[Luna's lying on a rooftop, staring up at the moon with a rather forlorn expression. She's quiet for a while, so long that it looks rather like she doesn't even know the communicator is on. After a while, she speaks, without looking at it.]

This night...hath lasted a very long time. 'Tis most lovely, if unfamiliar to us. But, dost thou think - is it truly meant to be so?
shadearchivist: (Default)
Hello, everyone. Having spoken with several people, it seems as if it would do all of us good to have a secure central place where anyone can come and relax with the knowledge that they will be safe from Nightmares. While the establishments that are currently open can serve the purpose, I think it would be better to have something that's run by one of us, since we all know what it feels like to be displaced.

I'm currently focusing on gathering munny and finding a place in which to set up a shop. I wanted to ask if anyone here would be willing to help me clean up and arrange things once I found a suitable space.

Thank you for your time and attention.
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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