colorbymemory: (content)
[Namine isn't often one to start conversations on the communicator like this, but recent conversations have given her an idea. So here she is, her sketchbook in hand.]

I know some of us agreed to help look for the missing items in Ponyville, and I thought it might help if we had a drawing of them so everyone knows what we're looking for. I've tried one...

[She holds up the sketchbook. While she has the basic shapes of the jewels on the necklaces and tiara right, some of the details are wrong. For instance, the necklaces look like pendants on chains instead of collars, and the star on the tiara is smaller than it should be.]

...but I'm not sure if it's right. If I get a good description, though, I'm sure I could do better, and that might help everyone who is looking.
colorbymemory: (friends)
[From the look of things when the feed opens, one of Namine's Spirits is holding it--probably Batty. Namine herself is putting the finishing touches on a picture. It's a big one, too, drawn on one of the walls of a building in the fourth district. Anyone who cares to look closely will probably find themselves in it, sometimes more than once. It looks like Namine's drawn a picture of everyone with their friends, and not just those they knew from home, but those they've made here as well. People not present in the Real of Sleep are in it, too--Sora's drawn with Riku and Kairi and Donald and Goofy, for example.

Finally she looks up, and, oh dear, it looks like she didn't know she was on camera.]

You were recording?

[Batty chitters what is probably a 'yes'. It's pretty~ She was gonna show everyone anyway, right?

Namine sighs, then smiles slightly.]

After Nepeta showed us her, um, 'shipping wall' someone suggested I start a friendship wall. So I drew everyone with their least I think I managed to.
unrecovered: (Well...)
[This is Wash, in Twilight Town, standing in front of a very large crack in a wall. Through the crack, there's trees and grass visible - the beginnings of a forest. He gestures towards it.]

Does this look familiar to anyone?

[Oh, look, he's fishing for information and baiting the Keycast all at once. Must be Tuesday.]
salvagedlight: (normal expression)
Hey, Linka, leave that alone-

[The Bat blocking the camera backs off with a chitter, almost knocking it over in the process, as a hand grabs the communicator to save it. At least he's not trying to have any of his Spirits hold it? That would be a fantastically losing prospect.]

Okay, are we set? We- Linka, come on, you don't- [The bat flaps by again, the end of a roll of bandages draped over her head and one of her wings, squeaking happily and trailing the cloth strip behind her. A slightly frustrated non-specific exclamation comes from off-camera, and this time two hands grab the bat, unwinding the bandage from around her before setting her free again.] How do you get into all this stuff? I should get some more boxes with locks on them... Okay! Just- stay put for two minutes.

[Considering the Spirit in question, the person making the broadcast is obviously Ven, but he's finally seen full-camera for the first time as he steps back into frame, reaching over to pick up something small-ish carefully in one hand. He's in the little clinic he started in the Fourth District, which he's sort of halfway redecorated in (what else) shades of green, mostly a pale sea green that's pretty restful. It's clear he hasn't gotten much in the way of organizational materials yet, though.] Can everyone see me? Or at least hear me? 'Cause Wheeler knocked this thing in the shower the other day and it's been a little weird since, and the moogles had to replace a couple of parts.

But I think we finally figured something out! One of the moogles and I were working on a container to put potions in for Spirits, since it's kind of hard for them to drink out of the regular ones, and this seems to work pretty well. See?

[He holds up his hand, palm up and fingers open- only for Linka to fly in front of the camera again and block the view. Ven just sighs and waits for her to find her perch on the rod he hung from the ceiling behind his head. When it's visible, it's plain he's holding a shallow clear bowl, possibly glass but probably some sort of plastic, with a flat bottom for stabilization and what seems to be a separate lid, screwed on. It's mostly full of liquid, but since it's clear it's probably just water, and it's about the size to fit comfortably in a normal pocket.] It made more sense for us to try and figure out a design they could drink from, since most of them are a lot more animal in body and don't have hands. These things are pretty indestructible, we spent awhile throwing them at the walls to make sure. They won't hold up under really big stress, but normal every day stuff and even a lot of fighting should be fine. And see? They already know how to use it.

[He unscrews the lid and bends down, disappearing for a moment from view, then reaches up and grabs the communicator to focus on his test subject - Wheeler, who's been pretty much behaving himself this entire time. The little dish is next to him, he chitters something up at Ven - and at Daddy's "go ahead," he bends over and his little lizard tongue comes out and starts lapping up the water in the bowl.]

It may not be perfect, but it's a lot better than trying to feed it to them, and they're refillable. We've got a bunch over here now, and- Mati!

[Ven and Wheeler only have time to jump back out of the way with a screech on the Hebby Rebb's part, as with a baaaaah a round, white fuzzball barrels through the screen, over Ven's toes, the place where Wheeler had been, and the place where the bowl still is. With a clatter it tips over, spilling water everywhere as the Tama Sheep continues on out of the picture, Wheeler starting to chase after it and scold it for messing stuff up.]

[Ven, meanwhile, can only sigh.]
At least that proves that they don't break easily.
eternalfrolicbond: (Default)
[A lanky redheaded man in a long black coat waves at the screen, apparently already comfortable with how it works. A komory bat is fluttering around above his head.]

Didn’t think I’d see this place again. Hey, everyone, my name is Lea. [He grins.] Don’t forget it, now.

I don’t know how I ended up here again, but does anyone know what’s going on? The moogle said you guys had been trying to work out what was up but that it didn’t seem like anyone had figured out how to get home. Since this isn’t the exam, I don’t think anyone’s going to try to wake me up any time soon.
colorbymemory: (In distress)
[At first it looks like Namine's fiddling with the controls to make sure she's got the settings right--looks like she might want to say something privately. Once apparently satisfied that she's managed to get things set up the way she wants, she nods in satisfaction.]

Sora? Xion? You know how Bolin found a photo the other day? Well, I found one, too, and thought you should see it before the others.

[She holds up a photo of the two of them fighting a massive amount of Nightmares in the Back Streets near the post office.]

I'm sorry to tell you like this, but it seemed like to the fastest way to talk to two people at once. Do either of you recognize it?
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.
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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