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!
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?
*Enoch is holding a sheet of paper - thin plastic, really - in front of him.*

This is what started this, I'm sure you've all seen them now and know what I mean.

*He lets out a breath and lowers the paper.* And if the red-collared brute somewhere behind me doesn't see fit to attack me for this just yet, I'd like to say something. An apology. To our current administrator, for the trouble this could cause on his undeserving watch, but most importantly, to all of you. To everyone who was here at the beginning of last month.

*There's a pause while he takes a breath, steeling himself and preparing for possible attack. When he speaks, he doesn't look up at the screen, playing with the sheet of plastic in his hands.*

...I've had over seventy names in my lifetime, and I've somehow found myself with yet another alias in this tower, and I'm certain all of you have seen it. I am one who would call himself Pandora.

It was never my intent to bring harm to anyone, but if not for that incident, we would not have been able to find this, it was hidden in the glamours. I am so, so sorry for everything...true enough to my newest name, the demons must be released before we can find hope...

*He looks up at the camera again.* So let us find it together. Let us all stand strong. There is no need to be an enemy...no need to be an opponent to anyone. Ruana is a danger to us all, here and at home. Above and below.

*He glances back for sign of his retrieval unit...and warily turns back to the camera, allowing his feet to rest after the efforts to put up all those pieces of paper.*
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.))
Monsters that can enter even our rooms, Ruana? That is your game? And if the pods aren't what protects us from them otherwise, what is?

*Enoch sighs tersely, a little shaken beneath his annoyance. Death isn't fun, even if it isn't real.*

Jason must rather dislike all this extra work you're giving him...
10 June 2013 @ 03:31 pm
[V/V seems a little hesitant to ask her question.]

Does anyone mind if I sleep with them tonight?

I don't want to be troublesome, but I really can't defend myself very well.
02 June 2013 @ 09:30 pm
*It's a recorded video. Enoch stands before the terminal. He eyes the screen before taking a breath and beginning to speak.*

Shall I tell you a tale, Animus?

In another world, there was a dark and foreboding tower with no name, ruled by seven Fallen Angels. Heaven sent a man to capture these rulers, but in the three hundred years this man searched for them, the Tower built its own story. Inside the Tower, people thrived, and enjoyed a life of luxury and abundance in beautiful, otherworldly lands. Each level was as its own world, and had beauty all its own. Even the land of cold steel and eternal lights was breathtaking in an eerie way. But all was not as wonderful as it seemed. The people lived luxurious lives surrounded by beauty and wonders, yes, but when they died, their souls did not ascend to Heaven. They were taken from their rightful course and sent to The Darkness, to sate the gluttony of the demon prince Belial. No one seemed to know this but Belial himself and a resident of the Tower named Ishtar. Ishtar heard the voice of God, and knew that the Fallen Angels were not to be trusted - she gathered followers. It meant severing their connection to the safe and the familiar, to spurn the luxury of trust and plenty and ease of life. It meant turning their rulers against them. But...

*Enoch pulls something from his pocket - something small. Those who look hard enough might be able to catch a faint green glow before he closes his fingers around it, and a strong female voice speaks.*

They became the Freemen. The Fallen Angels became angry and rebuked us. I knew then that God's Word was true.

*Enoch's fist lowers, and he continues.*

But the Freemen knew the truth. Ishtar died in battle against the children of the Fallen Angels, who were in such misery they ate one another to end their brothers' pain. But she left behind prophecies. Messages that outlived her, to aid the Freemen that had sworn to follow her. The prophecies promised Ishtar would return to save them, but until then, they had to work hard to survive when those who were as gods in the realm were against them. And then, when the time came, they surely would not stand by while the resurrected Ishtar fought alone.

That is the story of the Freemen, a story that I did not know of until my own intersected it. Do not forget, Animus, that there are always stories other than your own. Thank you for hearing me.

*The recording ends, showing Enoch sitting at the terminal, feed live to hear responses.*
*Yes, this was totally worth bringing his dinner up to the library to share. Enoch is seated in the terminal chair, a plate of glazed chicken in his lap and a glass of rosewater wine in his hand. While his words and manner are formal, there's a real, if exhausted, gratitude in his voice.*

I must give gratitude where it's due. *Enoch raises the glass.* It's much appreciated. Thank you, Riki.

((backdated to the dinner hours of the first, of course.))
01 May 2013 @ 12:22 pm
[It takes a moment for Sam Erstwhile to speak- when he finally does, his voice is quiet and strained, as if he's doing his best not to break down and cry right then and there.]

I....I'm sorry. For what happened back then, with the brainwashing and all. I mean, god, I remember hurting people, and...killing them...

[He grows quiet for a while, before suddenly speaking back up again.]

And I know it wasn't me. I was changed into a...monster. They experimented on me and changed me and now I'm back to myself again. But I still remember it all- the memories just won't go away, you know?

[And a shuddering sigh.]

The whole point of this is, well...first I wanted to apologize.For what I did, even if I wasn't myself... And second of all, I wanted to ask something. When they change us back to our normal selves...they don't leave anything behind, right? Because after doing that, it still feels like I did it with my own hands. Like what I was then and what I am now are still the same, like part of that thing is still inside me and I can never get it out...

[It's been inside him for a long, long, long time, but like he'll ever say that.]

I mean, it's the first time I've gone through this thing, this experimentation, and I've heard other people have went through it multiple times in this Tower...so I want to know. How do you deal with something like that when you return to normal? If you really do return to "normal".

How do you convince yourself that you're still a good person after all of that?

[If you're in the library later on, you'll find him curled up in a corner with his fairy tale books, murmuring quietly  to himself:]

I wonder if they saw...? No. It's alright. Yes, yes, I know, I'll get over that...it can't have happened, right?

[And then he just shakes his head and continues reading, frown on his face.]

27 April 2013 @ 05:25 pm
[Saki looks tired, but she's holding up okay as it stands. She doesn't much like using the network, and right now, she really doesn't like it, but it's the best way to speak to the tower as a whole. She has a book with her, and she cracks it open, beginning to read:]

April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.

[Anyone who knows Saki knows poetry isn't her usual style, but she's not been herself lately, to say the least.]

Is April always so cruel here? Or was this month just particularly bad?

...Kazumi, Kyoko, Mami - are you three okay?
03 April 2013 @ 10:59 pm
EVE would like to verify that Chung, Raven, and Rena are still present in the tower. Additionally, if any others from Elrios have arrived in her absence, and updated list is requested.

EVE was not able to bring back any samples, but... I can confirm that our world has died. I was unable to find any traces of life or El energy. Not even the demons remain. The red-haired boy... I was also unable to find.

If there are still those here who doubt the information we have been given about our worlds, EVE urges you to reconsider. Whatever force caused this, there is no way anything could have survived. Revival is not possible. This death is absolute.

I am sorry.
06 February 2013 @ 09:54 am
A question, tower residents.

If a person does not have a soul, would you still consider them a person? Are they different from people who do have souls? What makes them different from others?

( ooc: Mami will reply as anon, of course. )
22 January 2013 @ 05:30 pm
[It takes a moment for Meiling to realize that the video was on but she doesn't look like she's all there right now. Both the video and someone going missing just hit her hard and she looks quite lost.]

What...What was...

I don't understand why.....Never mind. I'll just go to think.

[She then shakes her head and turns it off. She's going to stick around the terminal for a bit and then take off to the Graveyard floor to sit quietly]
11 January 2013 @ 09:22 pm
[It takes a moment for Eiki to adjust the camera just right, so her face has a rather extreme close up. Once she is done she sits back in a chair. She folds her hands together and places them ontop of the desk. She carries herself rather well, one could easily assume her to be some sort of statesman.]

Good evening everyone. My name is Shiki Eiki Yamaxanadu and I am a recent arrival to this tower. I have been informed that the best way of gaining information about this location is through the network, so I am here to as the general public a few questions. I would appreciate as much information as possible, but whatever can be offered is fine.

For those who can assist me I will be grateful towards.

First, what is known about this tower? Those who run it? How did we arrive and what are these collars?

Second, how many people have currently been brought here? How many different places are represented? From what I can tell quite a few "worlds" are represented.

Third, what are the general rules of this place? And I don't mean rules as in you may do this, and not do that, but more how does this place function.

Thank you for your time.
10 December 2012 @ 01:31 am
[ Coughing. He looked like he was about to say something, but, well, you know how it is when you have the flu. He looks flushed, and yet, he's sweating just a tiny bit, which isn't good in this kind of weather. He's wrapped up in not just his orange suit, longer pants, and his blanket, but it looks like he stole a bath robe from somewhere, too. Hey, he paid attention in health class. ... sort of. He glances down at his phone, for a moment.


Yukiteru then looks up at the camera, wiping his face with a tissue. ]

... never mind. [ Cough. ] That answers my question.
24 November 2012 @ 06:50 pm
[The network has rebooted, and with it the translation systems--everything is in working order once more.

The following files have appeared, apparently by accident, on the network:]


[These files will be available for two hours before being deleted, although those with particularly good computer skills will be able to find the deleted files again.]
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.]
15 November 2012 @ 09:40 pm
*Oh no, how could he have forgotten? In all the emotional numbness and subsequent breakdown and guilt and preoccupation with getting something figured out, he failed to realize, well...that last month certainly would have been rough on more than just him. And certain people in this tower can't afford to despair...*

To those under a fairy's contract,

Last month was terrible, and in my own despair, I am afraid I overlooked yours. Are you well? I can be found on the third level, if you need my help.

Please forgive me for my oversight.


((ooc: He can be found here! Also because of the date, yes, this post may simply not be there. Have fun with that.))
24 October 2012 @ 04:04 pm
*Enoch is standing a little bit away from the terminal itself, a pile of slain Miniblins around his feet. His Arch is black, its beam red, tainted from the battle.*

Ruana. You have killed and are trying kill, you are torturing others here, including children. You have forced a man to kill.

Jason. You have tortured and killed, and brought children to harm.

Riki, you attempted to kill many people with your puzzle rooms.

Dax...though it wasn't your original intent, you have killed. I'm sorry.

*He runs a greenish- glowing hand over his Arch, light eclipsing the screen for a brief moment, clearing to reveal it purified - properly white with a blue beam. He levels it at the camera threateningly.*

All of you, show yourselves for judgment!

*And he steps over the Miniblin corpses to his left and walks away.*

((ooc: Unless I note otherwise assume any replies happen after a delay of anywhere from half an hour to three or four hours, since he's patrolling the tower at random. Very few responses will warrant him sticking around for a conversation.))
05 October 2012 @ 08:14 pm
Hell is repetition.

But Hell can make you strong.

[Someones back after an extremely short departure. And isn't very happy about it.]