punsofiron: (well shit)
[Liz is sitting on the bed in her hotel room looking extremely tired. We're probably all familiar with that feeling by now. What's unusual this time though is the Hebby Repp sprawled across her shoulders like a boa as she scritches it idly under the chin.]

Hey, have any of you seen my friend 90s Kid? He's about this tall, brown hair, sunglasses and backwards hat, really loud and usually seen in the company of this fella? [she means the Hebby Repp. Yup, that's Kodachrome. It's not usually in Liz's care now is it.]
onlyrescuesmaidens: (Default)
[Fiddles with the communicator strapped tightly to his right wrist and glares as the picture comes into focus. Doing anything that requires fine motor control with just his left hand is still difficult, and even fastening buttons takes time. Add completely unfamiliar technology into the mix, and he's lucky he can even turn it on. He's waited until he found the inn the... what was that little white dwarf-bear with the red puff-ball called again? Oh... Moogle... The inn that the moogle directed him to and arranged for a room before trying to turn it on.]

I must admit, it is almost refreshing to be told that I need to introduce myself, though talking to a box on my wrist seems to be an odd way of doing it. Some sort of sorcery perhaps?

[A pained expression spreads over his face. Tyrion would have been fascinated by this. HE would have had ideas. HE would have poked and prodded at the little box and muttered about old books and maesters and theories. But Tyrion isn't here.]

I am Jaime Lannister, son of... no, I suppose that doesn't matter here, if you don't know the Lannister name. Suffice to say, I am a knight and a warrior...

[He looks down at the stump where his right hand once was.]

Though there's less of me than there used to be.

I've been told there are others here from many worlds... if there are any here from mine, be it Westeros, or the Free Cities, or Essos, you know my name, and I offer you... if not my friendship, then my help in getting back to where we came from.

And Brienne, if you're here... wake up and find the Stark girl, and SEVEN HELLS, stop following me! Unless you can't wake up either. If that's the case, I might have a use for that sword arm of yours and that very fine sword I gave you. I seem to be unarmed. Most embarrassing for a knight of the kingsguard, wouldn't you say?

[He pokes warily at the communicator again, and it lets out a shrill screech before turning off. The pricklemane that's been following him since he agreed to let the moogle help him synthesize it, and is now laying at his feet, winces and hisses at him, but doesn't move away from him. Jaime rather wishes that it would just go away, but doesn't think it worth the trouble to drive it off.]
seasaltkeys: (Sparkle)
Path A

[There's a Roxas on the screen. He looks exhausted. And kind of worried, and there's a bit of embarrassment in there to. Still, he's in a bit of an emergency and he needs help.]


Has anyone seen Sparkle? She's been missing for a while now.

[By a while, he means a few hours, enough to worry him. She always comes when he calls.]

She's a Me Me Bunny. I haven't painted her.

I think she's still in Traverse Town somewhere.


Path B:

[There's a me me bunny hoping around near the post office. This looks like  fun place to be. Roxas has never really let her explore like this before. Approach Y/N?]
notquitedracula: (Chillin')
Now, how does this thing...

[It takes Soma a few seconds to figure out that the wristband comm is working as intended, and a few more to figure out what he wanted to say.] Ah, there it goes.

My name's Soma. I've already been given the basic rundown on where I am, but... well, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't skeptical. A week ago I'd have called the whole situation insane. [A wry smile.] But that was a week ago, before... well.

Anyway, that's neither here nor there. I just wanted to get on this thing and see if any of my friends are out there, and ask if anyone has any information they'd like to pass along to the new guy.
letteropener: (a smiling wave of hair)
[Celestia is every bit the princess today, smiling at her communicator with wings slightly spread and not a feather out of place. Her mane drifts serenely, and though her horn is alight with magic, it's just to hold the communicator up.]

Good day, everyone. I'd like to present a proposal to everypony, in light of how successful, and how enjoyable, the recent party was, and thanks to some inspiration by a certain somepony with excellent taste in music.

Most of us were not so fortunate as to bring music from our own worlds here in a form it can be easily replayed. But we all carry vast reserves of music... [She lifts one hoof gracefully, touching it to her temple.] Here.

I have been working on a spell since I had this idea, a variant of a memory spell, and I believe I have mastered it. A spell to bring forth music from memory, and let everypony around hear it. Therefore, I propose we have a concert. We will gather, and share our music with each other. What do you think?

Oh, and Rarity, if you're listening -- should we decide to do this, I will need an outfit for it.
truth_detector: (Cautious)
[ Deanna was familiar with alien worlds, and it certainly wasn't the first time she'd mysteriously awakened in one. The fact that she'd been three hundred years in the past, before first contact, and helping to fight a battle against time-traveling Borg, however, made it easy for her to believe what she'd been told about this being the dreamworld. But given the circumstances at the time she'd lost consciousness, she was most afraid of the possibility that this strange dream was the way her mind was coping while she underwent the process of assimilation into the Borg collective. But even if this was her brain's way of compensating for the strange circumstances she'd experienced when she had passed out, she needed to awaken and get back to the business of carrying out the mission.

That much was of paramount importance.

Having easily accepted the explanation for where she was, she obtained a hotel room and settled into it before choosing to use her communicator for the first time. Her attempt to use her Starfleet combadge earlier had yielded no result, so this seemed the logical next step. ]


This is Commander Deanna Troi of the USS Enterprise. I'm searching for any other Starfleet personnel who might have arrived here. I'm also seeking information on how to awaken myself. I understand that my circumstances may make that difficult. I'd like to awaken as soon as possible, however.
duke_of_pook: (?)
[At first it might not seem like there's much of anything on screen, save that it's very white. Suddenly it shifts, revealing a mouth, eyes- oh my, that there's someone's nose.

Fone strokes his chin as he eyes the video source before finally speaking up.
]

Hullo? This thing is on, right?

Um. ....my name's Fone Bone, and I guess you could say I just got here? I'm still tryin' to get used to this whole idea of here as it is...

At least it sure beats bein' stuck in th' middle of an ocean, floatin' on a wooden coffin...

[The Bone sighs. At least in those dreams he'd been able to wake up.]

Is there anyone else around? It'd be nice to know I'm not just talkin' to myself here, so if you could just, y'know, give a holler or something.

[Abruptly he winces, throwing a glare off screen before he lifts his other hand up and gives it a shake to try dislodging a gnawing Komory Bat.]

-an' can anyone tell me what to feed this guy before he eats me alive?
buymedumplings: (Did not need to see that)
[It's a dark room when the feed starts. There's a little whine from behind the camera and if you know your Dream Eaters it sounds like it might be a Meow Wow. The creature shuffles closer and the dim light from the doorway can now be seen bathing the face of a familiar young man: Bolin. He's broken out in a sweat and is tossing and turning like he's restless but he's also not waking up.

He whimpers and curls up on himself.

Ping whines again and then there's a bleating of as a Tama Sheep, Chi, appears. Chi has had enough of this apparently and she bleats again and then rams herself into Bolin's stomach. He yelps and falls out of bed from the impact, disappearing for a moment on the other side of the bed. Ping drops the communication device and jumps over the bed with Chi.

Bolin groans and finally appears on the other side of the bed, rubbing at his face.
]

Bwuh? What are you guys doing?

[Ping nuzzles Bolin and he notices the fallen communication device.]

...Seriously, what are you doing? I was sleeping.

[He rubs at his face and then stops. He shudders, recalling the dream or nightmare he'd been having. Chi nudges him with her horns again, this time a bit more gently though it still causes Bolin to tilt sideways a bit.]

Oh...uh...better get the communicator before we wake anyone.

[Kyoshi, the Kooma Panda, picks it up in her claws and hands it back to Bolin. He avoids looking at it because he knows if he does they'll see the troubled and sad expression on his face. He shuts if off.]
sailorgenerous: (Faaaaaabulous~)
[The video opens to show Rarity in a fancy sundress - those that know her know this is simple "stepping out" attire. She flashes a bright smile at the communicator.]

Hello, everypony! As most of you know, there is a party coming up soon. It just so happens that party attire is one of my specialties. If anypony needs something to wear to the party, I would be more than happy to design and fashion a one-of-a-kind ensemble for you. That goes for Spirits as well. [The camera moves to show Spike in a green bow tie and top hat, looking just as happy as can be.]

Feel free to stop by the boutique anytime.
spaceracist: (don't be like that)
[Well, this has been a hell of a day...couple of days? Emile's not entirely sure, since his mission clock isn't synching with anything. He's completely out of his element here, especially after the little white fuzzy bastards put him in some kind of stasis a couple times. The idea of those things controlling everything here--which they clearly do--isn't comforting in the least to him. He's also not entirely sure what to make of this little snake...thing that he supposedly "made" from those weird pieces.

At least there was something to fight here, and a few battles with Nightmares had done a lot to calm him down. So now he was poking around with the communicator, and wonder of wonders there do in fact seem to be other people here. Might as well see what kind of afterlife he's landed in.

The video clicks on to show armor that might be familiar to anyone who's been paying attention to the Freelancers, but there's a very distinctive skull pattern carved into the domes gold surface of his smooth EVA helmet.]


This is Noble-Four requesting contact from any UNSC-friendly forces in the area. This don't make any goddamn sense.

--And are those little white bastards shitting me or is it really called "munny"?
punsofiron: (hrmph)
[The comm comes on to the face of a young blonde woman in a black Iron Maiden shirt with a brick wall against her back. She fiddles a moment, getting a feel for the device on her wrist, then rests her chin on her hand and looks down at the camera with some interest.]

So, a little birdie told me that this is some kind of dream world and we're all stuck in it until we find a way to wake ourselves up.

[She tilts the comm over slightly to indicate the Pricklemane in the background, wandering around idly and looking around the premises; apparently they're outside the general store.]

Guess that explains this guy, at least. Granted, I much prefer the dream where I'm fighting rage zombies with an M-16 and Bruce Campbell in his underwear, but I guess I'll take it. I've heard weirder stories. So. What do you guys do for fun around here?
raisethemoon: (What in heaven?)
[Luna looks particularly overjoyed with herself, a paintbrush dipped in black floating nearby in her magic. The bird sitting between her hooves is fidgeting, head twisting and turning upside-down.]

Observe! I hath created an owl! Is he not majestic? [She touches the paintbrush across the back of his wings again, pulling the black paint jar a little closer to dip it again.]

His name is Strix. When the painting is finished, I intend to begin training forthwith. More of you should attempt it, it hath been quite effective with -

[And that was when Strix decided that this was just way too boring to keep sitting around for. He screeches and flings his wings wide, knocking the jar of pain up and into the air as he flies away. Luna flinches, then looks down at her newly-blackened chest and forelegs in shock. Her face is similarly covered, which is probably the sole reason behind that quickly developing eye twitch.]
hiptobe_eraqus: (Resolute)
[Eraqus comes onscreen, looking quite serious business.]

This is a general message to everyone who's thought of traveling to the world that's appeared: please use the utmost care, and refrain from doing so unless you are absolutely prepared for combat, or are in a large group.

There is some creature or entity there that is attacking people at random, even those in groups, and has already caused a lot of harm. It is very fast, and no one has seen it yet even upon a direct attack, which suggests it either has some degree of invisibility or time manipulation. I would recommend people don't travel there until we can find some way to detect and stop it.

On that note, if you have any technical or magical knowledge on detecting invisibility or related, now would be the time to bring it up.

[Something peers in from behind Eraqus: his new Dream Eater, a Thunderaffe. She seems to be prancing in place, as if she's ready to show that strange menace who's boss. Come on, she can take it! Eraqus turns around.]

No, Soemon, you need a lot of training first.
unlucky_hero: (Geeez)
[When the feed clicks it appears to be pointing down at a blue eyed Prickmane. It seemed to have noticed right away that it was recording by the way its ears perked up. Although its person must be oblivious still, so it chirped.]

Huh? [The voice was still off screen but in a few seconds he moved it.] Oh!

Geez, I didn't think it was going to start right away.. [Nervously scratches the back of his head. He didn't even have an introduction planned out yet or anything!]

S-so umm.. this may sound stupid but, what is exactly going on? I'm not too sure how much I believe this whole 'dream' thing. I mean for one thing, I haven't been suddenly in my underwear yet. And second, I've never heard of a dream that you can get hurt in before.

... Or can that sometimes happen? I don't think I even know anymore.
yinyangfox: (exasperation)
[ The communicator flips on, then off, then on, then off. It hisses and crackles, then flips back on. Than off yet again. Every time the communicator registers an image, it is the perplexed face of a young Asian male, lips pursed and eyes narrowed. His voice comes in on and off each time his finger jabs into the comm.]

...--is this thing?....--even know where thi--...comes from. Maybe its...--rk of some demonic enti--...--erhaps it is a curse of some sor--...

[ The constant clicking ceases suddenly, leaving the comm functioning on as the man lifts his head and blinks rapidly. An unhappy "Kupo, kupo!" can be heard out of view, followed by a hurried rush of high-pitched, aggravated words. ]

A thousand pardons! I had no idea it was a gift. I would have treated it with more respect. Please, honorable spirit, forgive my ignorance.

[ The slew of words cease spilling out at mach speed as the comm camera tilts along with the man, who bows politely, then holds his wrist out. ]

Would you be so kind as to explain this to me?

[ The comm camera shuts off again, staying off this time after a Moogle's face appears in view, followed by a fluffy hand.

Not long after, the comm crackles and snaps back on, revealing a handsome Asian face once more, marred only by an expression of puzzlement. ]


Excuse me. The little pink demon explained this is a way to communicate? I do not fully understand. It is a bit dark here.

[ He looks up and around, blinking rapidly before looking at the comm again. ]

I am in an unfamiliar village. Is there...a guide, perhaps? Or someone that can tell me what part of Kyoto this is? I was certain I knew all of the city, and I'm not entirely certain why I woke up in the middle of the street.
unrecovered: (I don't want to talk about it)
[The video starts abruptly and accidentally - the feed shows nothing but blue armored boots. When the blue and yellow helmet clatters to the ground, it becomes obvious it's Wash; when he drops to his knees and the video picks up the sound of heavy, labored breathing, it becomes obvious he's not doing too well. He murmurs, words indistinguishable, trying to talk himself out of whatever is happening while Fang and Melody make concerned noises. The feed jostles as Melody opens the communicator further, revealing the bridge of the Mother of Invention and the leaderboard above her, before she cuts the feed. She knows her person wouldn't want anyone to see this.]

[Later, the feed comes back on again, intentionally this time. Wash looks much more composed - much as he can with his helmet back on, at least. That may have to do with the fact that he's back in the hotel room.]


I don't know how, but the portal in Twilight Town leads to the Mother of Invention. I didn't get very far in. I just...thought you could use the warning.

[He'd meant to filter that to York, North, Wyoming, and Epsilon; he doesn't know that the first video exists or that it's messed up his filter.]
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.]
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!

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