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[The video starts and focuses on three dolls, sitting all in a row. On the left was a doll with green button eyes and a small stitched in smile, her long black hair created with yarn and dress made out of scrapes. Small carved and painted horns are weaved into the yarn, one curved and the other with a hook at the end, and embroidered where her heart would be is a Jade Virgo symbol.]

[Next to her was a doll with Purple beaded eyes and unbraided yarn for hair to give it a wild look. His body was black with painted on bones and a purple Capricorn symbol where his heart would be, long curved horns poking out of the mass of black yarn. ]

[And the last doll was of a boy with the same messy hair as the purple beaded one but shorter, twin spiked horns weaved into his hair and scraps making up his yellow and black body suit. A small painted golf ball broke and carved to look like a motorcycle helmet rests in his lap. A keen observer may also notice red and blue thread peeking out of the hair line covering yellow buttons. A yellow Twin symbol was embroidered in his chest. All of them had pins poking out, the girl had pins in her heart, the skeletal boy had pins in his sewn up mouth and the yellow doll had pins in his head. They were attached together by pins in their hands. ]

[Kurloz has been keeping himself busy. He stands up and backs away from the dolls and you get a good look at an old oak tree, a strange symbol carved into the bark along with his classic smiley face :o) with lines running over the mouth. He continues to back away and you notice empty soda bottles tied to the branches.]

[Then the video shuts off.]

[But these aren't the only dolls; in fact these 'voodoo' dolls are all over Mallowhallow. Perhaps you'll find them at your place, or just on the street. Each is being highlighted with a candle and was made with scrap and yawn, details embroidered with thread and stitches over their smiling (or frowning) faces. You'd be dressed in the outfit you were wearing during your first post, or any post seen after the mime came to town. He's been wondering the streets and he's seen you, some of you may even have met him, most of you probably don't realize he's there.]

[Maybe you'll run into him just as he's setting up your doll.]
8urn3d0u7: (Default)
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[This whole thing had to be some kind of deranged dream right? Just another of those weird nightmares that Mituna had in his recuperacoon. He never understood what they meant, and he didn't understand what this meant either.

The video feed fizzes to life and shows a tree in a park somewhere. Sitting at the base is a Troll. His eyes can't be seen behind his helmet's colored visor, but it's safe to assume that they're wide with panic. His fangs are barred as he shouts at the screen.
]

D4MM17 7H15 7H1NG 15 500 C0NFU51NG!

WH3R3 7H3 7R0LL H3LL 4M 1?! H3LL0?

H0W D00 1 G37 H0M3?!
transitioning_aina: <user name="palpo"> (His mother told him)
[personal profile] transitioning_aina
[Cronus wasn't sure about anything. First he was in a dream bubble talking about trans-specization and then he was waking up and being frog marched to some ruler who assigned him to this district. But at least he had this communicator. It wasn't that hard to figure out, similar enough to the devices they alchemized while playing the game. He figured, if he is going to get any answers he should see if anyone is out there]

meenah? doll? you there?
kankri? latula? rufioh? horuss? meulin?
aranea? damara? porrim?
...
mituna? kurloz? anyone there?
come on guys, dont leawve me hanging here.
hovw about that shouty little ancestor wvho isnt of kankri?
wvhat the hell is going on here?


[and now that he sent that, he's embarrassed. Did that come off as too whiny?]
genitrix: (over shoulder)
[personal profile] genitrix
[The feed opens up slightly shaky, obviously being held by someone quite upset. There’s some hushed muttering as the camera focuses on the front door of a small residence in Orlea. Bright green spray paint is scrawled across the door and windows and siding, spelling out hateful messages such as ‘ALIEN FREAKS’ and ‘GET OUT.’

Porrim, from behind the camera, sighs, and then calls out towards the house:]


Kurloz? You might want to see this...

[From the doorway you can hear footsteps, hurried due to the pitch in her voice. He comes down the stairs and is by her side still out of shot. No sound is made, something that wouldn’t be unusual with the mime, however it’s like the world just stopped. Slowly he steps forward into the view and touches the paint lightly—it was fresh. He looks back at Porrim, face blank and expressionless, the only real way to make a mime speechless

Porrim turns the camera of her phone toward her own face, and it’s like a storm cloud has passed over her normally serene expression; her brows are drawn downward and there’s a toothy scowl on her mouth. But when she speaks, there’s not just anger but a hint of sadness. Who would do something like this...?]


It seems like our neighbors aren’t too happy that we’ve invaded the neighborhood. Too bad we can’t get back in our SPACESHIP— [She raises her voice and shouts that word toward the neighboring houses, before taking a deep, calming breath]—and fly away home. Is anyone else having problems like this?


[[ooc: replies will be coming from both Porrim and Kurloz ([personal profile] kurloz_makara)!]]
kurloz_makara: (Creepygrin)
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[The screen is black, and then suddenly there is light as Kurloz’s hand recedes away from the phone, not realizing that when he put it down he had activated the video function.]

[As he walks away you notice the room around him. For the most part it was dark other than two dim lamp shades above what looked like a voodoo altar on top of an old dresser. The dresser had chipped black paint and underneath it was paint that looked like barely dried human blood. On top of the dresser was an altar complete with candles, voodoo dolls, and a large goat skull surrounded by little offerings including gold, small animal bones, beads, and a bicycle horn. The walls had a base coat of black with a series of colors dripping down from the ceiling. For humans it was odd but innocent. For trolls it was the equivalent of blood, as if a massacre had been performed up there. He had all the colors of the rainbow and more, although red was more prominent within the array.]

[The troll walks up to one of the windows, covered by long, dark indigo curtains and opened them up, allowing the moonlight to spill in. With the light you notice that rather than wearing his usual skeleton suit he’s wearing blue jeans and a black button up shirt. Those that knew him would find this rather peculiar, but it all made sense as he came up in front of an old Victorian style full length mirror and undid the shirt. He took it off and tossed it to the side, showing off a very detailed tattoo. It was a tattoo of the skeleton structure of a sea goat, the top half taking up a large portion of his lower back and the tail wrapping up around his side before ending just around his right shoulder, as if the beast was swimming around the troll.]

[The skin around the tattoo was still raw, but rather than showing a red hue it was indigo, betraying his blood color to the world. But all in all the mime seemed happy with it, turning and checking out the back. Porrim really hadn't gone easy on this first timer, but he wouldn't have wanted it any other way.]
genitrix: (interested)
[personal profile] genitrix
[Hello, Mallow Hallow, it's your resident spooky alien vampire ghost (no, seriously), and she's looking hungry for a good conversation. Wearing a strapless dress that shows off the extensive black spirals tattooed across her chest, shoulders, and down her arms, she's curled up in a comfy-looking chair in her and Kurloz's place, toying with the gold ring in her lower lip contemplatively before she begins to speak. Her accent is foreign, just a touch middle-eastern sounding, but mostly just alien.]

Hi there. In a place like this, it's nice to know that other people share one's interests. As it happens, I've got a major interest in body modification. Tattoos, piercings, you name it.

[She leans forward, looking inquisitive—though it's hard to tell without irises.]

Who wants to play show-and-tell?
sneakyshoes: (what the fuck)
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[ he's quiet and looks dreadfully tired. he's certainly better than he was the last time he was on the network, but he doesn't seem to be really happy about it. his apartment is dark, but he's not bothered. ]

'm starting to get a hang of this place.

I'm currently living in Orlea with ...a friend of mine. It's comfortable but boring. I'm looking for something to do. It's boring.

[ he doesn't realize he's said the same thing twice. ]

I've been told I used to like to solve problems.. If you'd like to try me out, that would be helpful.

Or you could just send me stories. Anything will do.

private text to Porrim )
forgotten_vows: picture of a rather confused Victor holding up a dwarf skeleton on a sword (all right I'm totally confused)
[personal profile] forgotten_vows
[The text is written in long, loopy handwriting, and displays as a dark blue -- the color of the chalk he's using. Victor's not even close to figuring out the video function yet.]

I -- I don't even know what I'm doing. . . Apparently this chalkboard can be used to talk to other people? Like letters, only more -- instant? Oh dear, I'm so confused. . .

Is there anyone out there who can explain this to me? All I know is that I was in my room, preparing to draw, when suddenly I blacked out and then. . .

[And he just can't help asking the question that's been on his mind since he first woke up here.]

Is this Wonderland?
kurloz_makara: Image by: Durnoykon? (Stitched grin)
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[Kurloz turns on the device, analyzing it to make sure it was working. He had a lit, handmade, joint in his mouth and appeared to be chilling in the park somewhere. He directed his attention to the camera, exhaling slowly and smoke came up between every stitch, enveloping his face before fading off.]


[He smiles and takes the joint out, studying it a moment before looking at the phone questioningly and shutting it off abruptly.]

[Right after this video he sends a TEXT]



HAPPY 420 MOTHER FUCKERS, ANYBODY ELSE SMOKE?
genitrix: (ubuu)
[personal profile] genitrix
[Porrim's expression as the video feed begins is purposely very controlled, a small smile and clear expression projecting nothing but friendliness. It's an attempt to try and reroute any potential suspicion roused by the question she's about to ask, even if she really has no ill intentions.]

Hello, everyone. I was wondering...does anyone here have blood that isn't red? I'm curious.

[Because of reasons. Namely, the red blood she's been getting from the blood bank isn't allowing her enough diversity in her diet. It's fine, for the most part, but...(wo)man cannot live on bread alone. She gives a little wave, wiggling fingers at the camera.]

Have a lovely day.
endearingpassion: (irriated; little punk)
[personal profile] endearingpassion
[Jonouchi was less than happy to be part of some crazy King and Queen's island of whackos , but no matter how much he resisted and complicated things they still managed to get him here. He was left to his own devices, one of which was given to him. A strange phone he's never used before.

Luckily it was about as high tech as his duel disk, so it didn't take him too long to figure out how to use it to his advantage.]


Who am I calling? Can you tell me what the hell is going on here? Where is this?

[He's this close to punching someone's teeth out.]
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[The video feed starts with a full view of Orlea from a place up high, perhaps a perch off of one of the taller buildings. It’s a beautiful day, the sun high in the sky and the people enjoying their new found ability of flight. It’s peaceful, quiet besides the wind. But perhaps a little...too quiet. The person filming is that high, yet theirs not the single sound of birds?]

...

[The camera suddenly switches and you see the face of the film maker. Kurloz is smiling, blank white eyes starring into the screen, or at least you assume he's looking at the screen. His face was painted to look like a skull and he has six vertical lines down his mouth.]

[He blinks before moving the camera back and you can make out the top of a skeleton suit and long wild black hair with two wavy candy corn colored horns protruding from the black mass.]

[His smile widens, and some may notice that the lines down his mouth seem to stretch with the movement, like thread sewn to two pieces of fabric.]

[And he just simply waves hello at the screen before shutting it off.]

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