04 April 2014 @ 08:59 pm
[The face that pops onto the terminal screen is far, far too close for comfort. It's squeezed tightly into something trying for scorn, but there's an unmistakable edge of panic beneath those thick brows.]

This is hilarious, Barry! Really, you've outdone yourself!

[He backs up now, enough to actually be visible in all his lanky glory on the video feed.]

I'll be the better man here, I'll admit when I have been punk'd--hey! Look at you! You've completely lived up to your reputation as The Invisible Cunt and we're all very proud.

[He points with accusation at the terminal, as if he's giving it five seconds to confess to a crime it's committed before he becomes very, very disappointed and maybe throws a tantrum.]

But hasn't this...uncomfortably well thought out set-up gone on long enough? I thought we were friends!
 
 
15 January 2014 @ 09:35 pm
[The feed clicks on abruptly. Richtofen glances up at the camera, then down at the keyboard, and scowls.]

Wha- No, you stupid thing, I did not mean-!

[He heaves a sigh. He's silent for about three seconds, then looks back up at the camera wearing a grin that's more predatory than anything. He raises both hands, fingers spread, and gives them a little wiggle.]

...My hands are not cooperating with me today. [He balls them into fists. His smile is tight-lipped, eyes shining with annoyance.] Ah, well. Video will work just as well as text, I suppose...

[He sucks in a big breath, and lets it out in a high-pitched whine of air that trails into a word.]

Soooooo, Tower, mein kleine friends. It has been a little bit, has it not? Two weeks, perhaps three? [He moves one hand around in the air as if grasping for words, and a shiver of a laugh creeps into his voice.] You know, it is just so hard to tell the time when you are trapped in a desolate wasteland without even bugs to keep you company!

[He ends in a shout that wipes the smile off his face, so Richtofen - chest heaving just a bit - takes care to twist his lips upward before he goes on.]

But I digress.

[He leans back in his seat, hoists his boots up onto the terminal. With his arms folded behind his head, he looks confident, even if he's too high-strung to ever be considered "relaxed."]

Tell me, what have I missed? It feels like it has been forever since I have been around all of you lovely people. Please, I implore you, I want to know everything that has happened while I have been away. [He lifts an index finger and gives it a little wave.] The doctor does not like being out of the loop, you know!

[It's unclear why he's asking this on the network, of all places. Surely nothing too secret can be revealed in public... Maybe he just wants attention.]
 
 
08 July 2013 @ 01:26 pm
alright, you chuckleheads.
you're all obviously very bored, and since you're incapable of coming up with entertainment that isn't pants-on-head retarded, I'm here to help you out.
I know, I know, I'm very generous.
so, here's what we're going to do:

reply to this post anonymously and say whatever the hell you want.

seriously, that's it.
blubber about how mean the admins are, talk shit about people you want to punch in the face, whatever.
trust me, you'll feel better after.



[ ooc: The most IC of IC anonmemes! Just indicate whether something is anon or not in your comment header. Shinji will put up a couple of example thread headers, but feel free to have characters make their own. Some of Shinji's replies might come from [personal profile] gamechamp. ]
 
 
07 July 2013 @ 05:26 pm
[The feed cuts on to a frantic-looking Nazi who's struggling to smile.]

Look. No, okay, look, ja? [He holds his hands up to the camera in a "calm down" motion.] There are three posts about that silly collar thing. Talk in those. Let us do something else now, okay?

[He lifts up a book.]

We are going to read some stories, then we may discuss them. That is fun und unrelated, right? Here, I will begin.

[He clears his throat.]

'It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...'
 
 
07 July 2013 @ 10:00 pm
[She's been reading without commenting so far, but she sees disharmony and can't resist prying at that gap a little bit more.]

So a mass protest? It will probably fail, we will probably all die, anyone who joins in without knowing that is a bigger idiot than the one who started it.

But so what? We only have a year left, we have no plans, we don't even know how to prevent these people from turning us into mindless monsters, or drones, or whatever they wish to do to us next. Never mind working out a way to defeat them all and restore our own worlds and our own bodies and our souls and walk out of here alive.

It sounds like the ending to a rubbish children's tale.

So what if we don't know Ruana's true power? She has proven that she is loathe to destroy our souls. And what are our bodies but wireframe and illusion, death doesn't matter here and crying about dying doesn't help anyone.

It doesn't matter if we fight or don't fight. Nothing is going to change, they will still hold all the power, we will still be puppets with no free will. But we still have choices, and if the choices are fight or not fight, even when fighting means dying, then so be it.

If that means we are split then so be it, because in a year we will all be dead, and there is no use in harmony or friendship.

Nothing we do matters anymore so with that in mind.

Let chaos rule.
 
 
07 July 2013 @ 02:40 pm
I can't help but notice a handful of people actually following along with that little collar-based rebellion only just mentioned on this very network.

You're all idiots. Allow me to outline the problems with this ill-conceived notion.

class is now in session )

In summary? All of you engaging in this little collar boycott are either ill-informed, stupid, or both. I would advise those of you with intellect or common fucking sense to dissuade those showing interest in this. I think I've covered the most urgent and pressing points. If there are any questions, comments, or smart remarks of 'what the hell do you know', please leave them here or in the mailbox of Lord El-Melloi II. I'm not hard to find.
 
 
 
06 July 2013 @ 01:57 pm
So, say you have a family member that locked you in a basement to hide you from someone. How weird is that really? Especially when it didn't work.
 
 
06 July 2013 @ 09:36 am
[The tower is met with a completely new face today. The man on the feed is holding up a letter as he leans close screen and, needless to say, he looks rather miffed. Angry even.

Oh. Did I mention he is shirtless? Because he is. His guild stamp is exsposed on the right side of his chest, along with his new collar
]

'Your world has been destroyed. I saved you. Let's all be happy here.' Is this someone's idea of a sick joke? Listen, whichever one of you bastards brought me here better speak up, I'm actually really tempted to started a fight and I'm not going to go easy on you.

Which brings up another matter. Where are my friends? Are they here too? I swear...

[Gray doesn't even finish that statement, he trails off. Too busy being mad and what have you]
 
 
02 July 2013 @ 12:16 am
filtered from Ganondorf Dragmire 'cuz he don't need your sass

This is strange and I am not used to doing it, so you will have to settle for what you get.

I was one of the monsters last month. One of the ones in a red mask.

I attacked people.

I'm sorry.


[He's glad he decided to do this through text, because it gave him a lot of time to struggle with word choice. In the time it took him to write those 5 sentences, he laughed, grimaced, put his head in his hands, gagged, revised, and stared at the monitor blankly more times than he could count. All in all, he spent about 20 minutes typing up a message that can be read in 10 seconds.

And he still has one more thing to add, just in case the two people he's on relatively close terms with come across this post. He can't have them worried he's going soft, after all.]


filtered to Nesir Aeser and Lambdadelta

If you know what's good for you, you'll say nothing about this. Just trust me.
 
 
23 March 2013 @ 11:34 pm
[The feed clicks on. Hunched over the terminal is a haggard, shivering man in a Nazi uniform with snow still dusting his body, who's glaring at the camera as if he's trying to burn a hole through whoever is watching. He's silent for a moment, just breathing heavily, until he finally speaks in a voice that's as gravelly and uneven as a cobblestone road.]

...That's it. [His German accent is thicker than ever, as if he's not even trying to speak properly anymore. He sounds strangely serene underneath it all, eerily so.] I've had it. I can't take it anymore. I don't want to live here-

[He cuts himself off sharply after his voice rises in volume, and he draws in a ragged breath, shutting his eyes. A violent shudder runs through his body, and a strap of leather slides down his shoulder as a result. He shrugs it back up, and the glinting metal of a large gun can be seen behind his back.]

...I don't. You are all- [A look crosses his face like he's just thought of a funny joke. He gives a chuckle, and the sound is light and airy, but it's weak, too.] You're all laughing, aren't you? You're laughing- [He slams his fists down on the terminal, all traces of good humor gone from his face and his tone.] -und you're happy that I am suffering like this! Well, I'll give you all another reason to hate me, ja?

[He straightens up, and for a moment, a pained expression crosses his face. He puts a hand to his head, mutters:] Shut up, shut up!

[And then he tugs his gun off its strap and over his shoulder. To those who are familiar with WWII-era weaponry, it's an MP 40 sub-machine gun, and Richtofen's holding it with a vice grip. He gives the camera a lopsided grin, then shouts at the terminal, at the viewer.]

Why don't you all try to give me one reason why I shouldn't knock on every door in this hallway und blow the brains out of whoever answers? Hmm? Come on, I know you have it in you! Convince me, heroes. [He spits out that last word like it's poison.

Speaking up again, his voice is bitter. There's an almost mournful edge to it.]
Give me a reason to try und be a good person.

[And then he leans against the terminal again, eyes darting to and fro over the screen, gripping the gun tightly in his trembling hands.]


((ooc: Richtofen is at one of the terminals on the 2nd dormitory level. action replies are welcomed! just beware that an action reply also puts you at risk of being attacked by Richtofen. he has no supernatural abilities, but he has a knife and an itchy trigger finger.

warning - replies may include violence, dark subject matter, and possibly suicide if Richtofen isn't calmed down. as always, he has a permissions post that you can use to let me know what you are and aren't okay with, or you can just let me know in your tag.))
 
 
02 January 2013 @ 01:42 am
This is my first new year's day, now that I think about it. People make resolutions around this time of year, right? What are yours?
 
 
}↠ It has come to my attention the presence of certain, shall we call them unexpected elements
}↠ Native from my world
}↠ That one would have thought impossible to be found in here
}↠ Is this to be a common occurrance at all


[No, he doesn't mean the Grand Highblood. Someone had a run in with an imperial drone and died, because he's too stupid to run. So he's caught between having died a horrific death, and being just bemused in general. He's in the library if you want to pester him in person, quietly growling at the terminals because the one time he decides to use the network, it's being uncooperative.]
 
 
09 December 2012 @ 11:10 pm
For anyone who wishes to have an alternative source of health care that is not ran by our captors me (Shion) and Hojo are going to be running a clinic in the upstairs lounge. That is floor thirty eight. Feel free to drop in any time if you need help, or come and find me I live in room 2-12.

Anyone who can heal or has any medical knowledge is welcome to come and help.

Thank you. If you have any questions please ask me or Hojo.

[locked to Reno]

Don't worry, I won't leave him alone with anyone. I promise.
 
 
My name is Jun Kurosu. Some of you may remember me from the body swap fiasco.

Others have offered their translation services and I thought perhaps I could help as well. I'm fluent in English, Japanese, and French, and I know some German and Spanish as well. If you need help communicating with anyone who knows those languages, please let me know.

If you speak a language that is in the same family as those, I can try my best to help with that too. It shouldn't be too difficult. At least as long as this keeps up.


[The next part seems to be added after the fact;]

I suppose if anyone wants to learn any of those languages after this mess too, I can assist. In addition, has anyone been able to figure out how the language of this world works?

[The message is repeated and rewritten in every language that he lists, though the German and Spanish versions are a bit broken grammar-wise.]
 
 
21 November 2012 @ 10:26 am
[At first what Dax is saying is completely incomprehensible--a good ear for languages may notice it's the same language the worker units are speaking. Dax has some sort of device in his hand, though, and after fiddling with it a little eventually his words become understandable to anyone listening:]

--Testing, testing--aha, there we are. Alright--well, to get this out of the way for our new residents, I'm Dax, and I'm an administrator of the Tower. Anyway, as you may have noticed, we're having a few minor malfunctions when it comes to our usual translation process which wasn't helped by having to divert all that power to quarantining and scrubbing radiation. I'm using a portable device to translate this to all of you and to translate any of your responses, but it's a bit fussy.

We should have everything fixed within a day or two, however! If you have any questions, feel free to ask me.

[He sounds just a bit nervous about the prospect of Q&A, though. It's as if these situations often bring long discussions and arguments, or something.]
 
 
05 November 2012 @ 06:51 pm
HUMAN TRADITIONS ARE STUPID.
COSTUMES ARE STUPID.
CANDY IS LESS STUPID.
YOU ALL ARE FUCKING STUPID.
NEXT TIME I'M LOOKING FOR AN APOCALYPSE, I'LL REMEMBER TO DIAL THE LINE TO TOWER WONDERFUCK.
HOME OF LITERALLY EVERYTHING TERRIBLE IN THE MULTIVERSE.

ALRIGHT NOW THAT WE GOT THAT OUT OF THE WAY, TIME TO GET BACK TO BUSINESS.
YOU MIGHT ALL REMEMBER BACK A WHILE AGO WHEN I MENTIONED DIFFERENT SHIT HAPPENING AFTER MY LAST DEATH.
WELL IF YOU DON'T, SURPRISE!!!!!!!!
I HAD SOME WEIRD SIDE EFFECTS AFTER I "DIED".
I DON'T EVEN FUCKING KNOW IF WE CAN CALL IT DEATH ANYMORE AND I DON'T ACTUALLY CARE.
I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT EITHER.
THIS ISN'T A PHILOSOPHICAL DISCUSSION.
I MADE A DUMB PROMISE A WHILE BACK THAT I INTEND ON KEEPING SO.
HERE'S SOME MORE NEWS.

I KNOW YOU'RE ALL ABSOLUTELY ECSTATIC TO TO HEAR THAT I HAVE DIED ONCE AGAIN.
LAST TIME IT WAS A FUCKING COLD ASS TABLE.
THIS TIME I WOKE UP NOT BEING ABLE TO FEEL MY ARM.
THE RIGHT ONE, IF IT MAKES ANY DIFFERENCE?
SOMEONE WAS FUCKING WITH IT BEFORE THAT, I DON'T KNOW WHO.
I DIDN'T SEE.
DIDN'T HURT.
IT WAS LIKE SOME FUCKING OUTER BODY EXPERIENCE AND I H8TED IT.

MOVING ON AGAIN.
DON'T FUCKING PESTER ME ABOUT THIS OR I'LL RIP OUT YOUR PROTEIN ORBS AND FEED THEM TO CAPTAIN CINNAMON CLAWS.
DON'T THINK I WON'T.

DESPITE BEING HEADHUNTED ALL LAST MONTH LIKE GOD DAMN PYGMY LARVAE IN FIDUSPAWN, I COULDN'T HELP BUT NOTICE THAT YOU ARE ALL TERRIBLE AT KEEPING YOUR QUADRANTS IN ORDER.
LIKE LITERALLY TERRIBLE.
PROBABLY SOME OF THE WORST CASES I'VE EVER SEEN.
AND YES, I'VE ALREADY BEEN MADE WELL AWARE OF SOME YOUR HUMAN CONDITION OF ONLY BEING CAPABLE OF ONE TYPE OF ROMANCE.
WHAT THE FUCK EVER WE AREN'T TALKING ABOUT THAT EITHER.
WHAT WE ARE GOING TO TALK ABOUT IS ME AND YOU.
AND HOW I CAN HELP YOU.
I CAN HELP ALL OF YOU FOR A ONCE IN THE LIFETIME FEE.
OR MAYBE IF I'M FEELING GENEROUS, I WON'T EVEN CHARGE.
YOU WON'T KNOW UNTIL YOU GIVE ME A TRY.

FOR THOSE WHO DON'T KNOW ME.
NAME'S KARKAT VANTAS, ROMANCUL8TOR EXTRAORDINAIRE.
BEEN DOING THIS FOR SWEEPS, YOU'RE IN GOOD HANDS.
AND EVEN IF YOU DON'T THINK YOU HAVE A PROBLEM, YOU PROBABLY DO.
SO LET ME HOOK YOU UP.
 
 
05 November 2012 @ 01:52 pm
What do you think about death if it's not permanent? Is it really death?
 
 
 
03 November 2012 @ 09:01 pm
If you could, please respond here with your costume, deaths- ones you caused, or ones others caused you -and also what you 'gained' from participation, if anything. Likewise useful would be a list of winners, but I suppose that may be shooting for the stars just a bit.

After you've done that, you may go back to your hugs, tissues, or whatever it is that soothes your troubled souls.