04 February 2014 @ 06:29 am
[At first, there's only audio. A guy with a pretty thick Rhode Island accent can be heard muttering between keystrokes and clicks.]

'Kay, where's da video option on dis thing ...

[And suddenly there's video. Oh, look, it's David, broadcasting from one of the library termninals! And boy, from the way he's slouching, does he look really worn out.]

—yeah, dere, dat works.

[In an attempt to try and not look so weak (and also so that people might understand him better through his fatigue), David straightens up with some effort and takes the unlit cigar out of his mouth and holds it between the fingers of his left hand before continuing.]

'Kay, so. All dat talk about da "Second Magic" and operating on parallel worlds got me curious.

See, we got all kindsa people in dis Tower, from all kindsa different dimensions. An' we're all here 'cause dat dimension-killing whatsit got loose in our home towns. But how many people here have actually been to other dimensions before gettin' brought here?

I ask, 'cause I'm one of 'em. It was a big deal where I'm from—even coined a name for our dimension, Primal Earth. Kinda have to come up with a name for da home team when you got entire alternate realities tryin' to make war on you, yanno? [Here, David briefly holds up two fingers with his other hand to illustrate what he's about to say—and he's actually careful to not do it in the way that's obscene to British people.] Went through two of dose. And we had to deal with dis punk who eats entire dimensions, Rularuu da Ravager. For a time I was thinkin' dat dimension-killing thing was actually him runnin' wild.

[David heaves a sigh as he puts the cigar back in his mouth.]

So yeah. I was actually doin' a lot of scoutin' missions for Portal Corp, helpin' explore unknown dimensions and watch for potential threats when da Tower nabbed me. How 'bout you guys? Any of youse done da dimension-hoppin' thing before?
 
 
19 January 2014 @ 01:15 am
I've got a question.

Hadn't given it much thought before.

Has anyone ever beaten that game the terminals come with? The one where that thing is after you and you have to collect items? I've gotten up to seven, but no further than that.

[What he doesn't mention, however, is how unnerving the game gets after a while. Then again with everything he's seen it doesn't bother him as much as it used to.]
 
 
12 December 2013 @ 01:03 am
[There's a Neal on the network in a red scarf and hat, looking awkward.

He's been avoiding the network since his anonymous meltdown, but no time like now, right?]


I, uh, wanted to thank whoever sent me these last month.

If you're out there.
 
 
04 October 2013 @ 09:36 pm
What do you do when you wake up to realize that you're once again entirely alone?

A promise of change that never happens. In this place, of all places, I was almost happy again. I could have been happy again.

But then I woke up. And I was once again completely alone.

How do you go on from that? Is it even possible?
 
 
12 August 2013 @ 07:53 pm
[Neal looks like he has been crying. His eyes are bloodshot, and his hair is a mess. He looks terrified, but also angry.]

Whoever sent this to me...

Do you think... do you think something like this is funny? That you'll somehow get me to stop fighting?

This isn't real. This isn't really hers! It's a fake! A copy!

I'll find her. I'll go back to her! And you can't stop me!
 
 
01 August 2013 @ 12:09 am
[Neal looks tired, but serious. His hair is a bit of a mess right now and he clumsily brushes his hand through it before speaking.]

I've got a question.

When glamour failed a few months ago and things... things got messy, did anyone try and see what the world looks like outside of the tower?

[He's really dreading what sort of answer he's going to get, but he has to ask anyway.]
 
 
[ There is a link to a video, followed by a couple line of texts, all anonymous. ]

Video: Subject 009, Experiment Fifteen

During our researches to find more information and truths about this tower, I managed to retrieve this video.

I do not trust I will be able to keep it forever, hence I need as many people as possible to watch it so the administrators cannot delete it from our minds. Please be warned that its content may be shocking.



((OOC: Doc won't reply to most comments, he' just sharing the video but feel free to use this post to react.))
 
 
19 June 2013 @ 09:40 pm
You're a bit slow, aren't you? Fine, fine, I'll give you some more hints.

First, remember, for our dear first five monsters, you need to fulfill a special requirement to kill them during the day. I won't tell you their specific requirements yet--you haven't even figured out who they are, I bet!--but I will tell you this:

If I was a monster so repulsive even I wanted to stop myself, I would need ... before I could stop.

And now, for the identities! Here are some clues for you to figure out!

The Laughing Monster's powers as plain as you can see
Are what he feels and what he is and who he longs to be

The Apathetic Monster never more wants for a sword
With speed unparalleled, it'll find its enemies gored

From blood comes the fire in the Crying Monster's veins
'Tis utterly powerless otherwise, or so the world does deign

Dearest Screaming Monster, what curses do you see?
Whose puppet strings direct this terrifying prophecy?

The Growling Monster on borrowed time lives on
Though borrowed time is stopped once it is called upon

((Ruana will not be replying to this post, but you can reply to each other and use it to try and figure out who's who.))
 
 
19 May 2013 @ 06:20 pm
[Neal looks rather panicked and sweaty as he leans heavily into the terminal.]

This is going to sound crazy, but the food in the cafeteria is poisoned.

Don't eat it, okay? Even the ground beef might be unsafe! You don't know what's hidden in the food!
 
 
10 May 2013 @ 07:06 pm
[The network is happily greeted by the face of a young man with surprisingly golden hair staring into the screen. It's hard to guess what he's feeling right now, seeing as how he was given the news that his world was destroyed. However, that didn't seem to phase him much, so he's not as shocked as others might be. He's relieved to know that some of his possessions came with him, but...

Enough contemplation, he finally begins to speak up.]


A shame, isn't it? That our worlds are gone? It's nothing that I would have expected in the first place, seeing as it's a bit hard to believe. However, I'll have to put my trust into it that my world is actually gone. Needless to say, I'll be missing my partners over there- unless some of them were brought here, as well. If you've ever heard of a Guido Mista, or Trish Una, please contact me.

...ah, I suppose I should introduce myself in the meantime. My name is Giorno Giovanna, and I greet all of you who were taken to this "Tower". Hopefully time will tell if I enjoy this place, or not. The atmosphere is...undesirable, however. But I'm sure some of you might have gathered that much in time.

...also, if anyone is kind enough to show me around, I would be grateful to you. I need to learn about as much of this place as I can before I can truly adventure and claim certain parts as safe. Also, a bit off the subject, but have any of you heard of what a "Stand" is? If you have, then let me know. I have some...things I'll be needing of you.
 
 
28 April 2013 @ 12:26 am
*The video opens up on a single long elven ear. Then the owner of the ear sits back and arches an eyebrow at the screen*

I have had this...device explained to me, and yet it still seems like magic. It was certainly magic that brought me to this place...or that destroyed Thedas. *he frowns* I'm not going to think about that.

The fact remains and is, I am here. In this strange place. With these strange people.

...least there are no slavers.
 
 
15 April 2013 @ 04:28 am
[ Cecil rarely ever looks happy when she uses the network, but this afternoon, she looks especially worn down— exhausted and perhaps a bit sickly to those who are familiar with her natural, particularly fair complexion. It's true, she's been through a lot lately, but up until today, she's still managed to maintain her composure throughout the majority of her hardships in the Tower. Not so, now.

Ah, but she's not using the dormitory third floor terminal to speak of what's bothering her. As per usual, her purpose is to offer assistance.
]

Good afternoon, everyone. As Hei and Ishtar have already announced, a group of us are teaching residents various skills and passing on education regarding a vast array of topics. I am introducing armed combat.

For those of you I am unacquainted with, my name is Cecil Harvey. On my home world, I was the captain of my country's esteemed military force, the Red Wings, an airship fleet. I am also a knight. I am proficient with most variants of swords, axes, knives, as well as archery. I am asking for fellow weapons experts to demonstrate their abilities for the classes.

However, there are a few weapons I have no great knowledge of or skill with, such as firearms, hammers, and spears, to name a few. While I can still teach the basic fundamentals of armed combat, I admit that I am no expert in them, so I am also asking for warriors who would like to take a more active role in the classes, so that my students are able to have the best training available to them.

If you are interested in anything regarding my training, please inform me. My mailbox is #0063 and my dormitory room is 3-01. Thank you and be well.

[ She offers a half-hearted smile and the feed shuts off. ]
 
 
07 April 2013 @ 07:20 pm
 
Why do we depend on others? And I don't mean for survival. I get that. Why... Do we need friends? Emotional attachment? I think I get it sometimes, but... I'm tired of being alone, but when I try to find people, that's how I almost always end up. A lot of people I've become close to have disappeared, and I only have a few I've known for a long time or been close to. I'm starting to wonder if emotional attachment is even worth it.

So really, why do we bring this hurt on ourselves?


[For those who want to seek out the boy, he's curled up in the library near the computers so he can check periodically. Otherwise, he'll only respond in text.]
 
 
06 April 2013 @ 09:44 pm
[Gilbert is at the terminal again, a nutrition bar in his hand. A stack of them can be seen in front of him. He begins to practically shout into the screen, gesticulating angrily.]

Hey, everybody! Gilbert here, and I am PISSED! We've got these stupid bars again! And the restaurant is CLOSED! Definitely, surely, one-hundred-per-cent CLOSED! I checked around the area, in the area, around the area some more, and NOTHING! Maybe we should FORCE the restaurant open somehow! Like, I don't know, we could get in there somehow and maybe raid their ingredients... they've got to still have ingredients.

[An incredibly huffy sigh.] I have to eat bunches of these things before I feel full... [He reluctantly takes a giant bite out of the nutrition bar in his hand.] I've had a nutrition bar month before, but I'd still like to ask you guys: how do YOU survive the Nutrition Bar Lifestyle?
 
 
13 March 2013 @ 09:15 pm
[The Caninu man's sitting in Dahak, his robot, in front of one of the many terminals on Dorm Floor 2. Originally, Red had tried Dahak's radio but found that it didn't work at all. He didn't even get static; the thing just wouldn't turn on. The terminals were his only option for communication. It took a little while for Red to get the hang of them - that and waiting for them to come online - but at last he manages to get an audio entry through. The halls were quiet, thankfully, save for some red goo monster that Dahak had easily dispatched. Hopefully nothing worse than that would show up...]

Hey, anyone in this tower know anythin' about weird blood stuff? I saw this poor girl with blood spikes stickin' out her back yesterday, and tonight somethin' in my bed stabbed me and now my blood's movin' around. Is this normal for the tower or is somethin' real strange goin' on?

Oh, and if anyone knows where a guy can get some real clothes around here, I'd appreciate it.

[Now to wait and see who would respond... or track him down.]
 
 
12 March 2013 @ 11:32 pm
It's true.

It's really gone. I've seen it with my own eyes.

New York is nothing but empty rubble.
 
 
08 March 2013 @ 09:10 pm
[Text; Anonymous]

What is love?

How do you know if you love someone? Is it really as powerful as they say?


(ooc: In before someone makes this joke. Feel free to threadjack and such in response to this.
 
 
08 March 2013 @ 01:47 pm

[He's been staring and prodding at the terminal for the longest time, wanting to at least have a basic grasp of its function before fiddling too much with it, though as of right this moment, Barbossa will fully admit (privately) that he really doesn't understand it. Witchery, devilry, some sort of voodoo...He's not entirely sure, and really, given the circumstances, he doesn't really care. What matters is that he's pretty sure it's for communication. And communicate he will.

There are far more important things afoot, thanks to the letter he's tucked haphazardly into the sash around his waist, because in it, the worst is delivered. He cares not for the world, but his ship...That's enough to make his blood boil.

But none of that shows on his face - for now. He's already raged privately, before deciding it is, plainly and simply, false. Instead, he looks more than a little amused at the circumstances, as he taps thoughtfully at the screen with one long, black nail.]


So, it do seem me home managed to get itself blown apart like a dinghy hit with chain shot. Funny, that. [He doesn't believe a word of it, and it's evident in his tone, and the quirk of his mouth.] Ye'd figure there'd be a tad more warning. Trumpets. Horsemen. Jack Sparrow running away from the scene of the crime. Alas, can't say as I remember a speck of any of that.

So what be the truth of it, aye? Did our saviors rapture us from our dying homes, convinced of our purity and contriteness? Be we the lambs before the slaughter? [Hilarious.] Nay, there be more to it than that. And since it seems ye have me at a disadvantage, I'd be thankful for some...Insight.