storesbooks: ("Probably a faggot.")
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[There's an extremely British, slightly overweight, beaming middle-aged man with a tartan scarf staring into the camera.]

I've finally gotten this working, [he says, self-satisfied.] These contraptions are quite tricky, aren't they?

Well. I must say it's been somewhat slow here, even for me. Would anyone care to join me for a cup of tea and feeding the ducks?

[There's a short pause. Don't ask where the ducks will come from. He'll handwave them up.]

--Dear me, I've entirely forgotten to introduce myself. My name is Aziraphale. I suppose there's no use trying to hide it anymore; I'm an angel. It's lovely to meet you.
adamantly: (☾ morgana had forgotten that)
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[There's no video with this post, but the voice that sounds over the network is deep and undoubtedly that of a young man's. Mordred sounds calm and unaffected, although perhaps a little uncertain of the technology in his hands.]

It is easy for skills to weaken in this place. Very easy. [There's a note of resignation as he says it. He knew coming here would mean leaving Camelot and the knights behind, but it's still frustrating to feel the dexterity he'll need later ebbing idly away.]

If other people have weapons, I thought we might train? Sparring may be useful if we want to keep up our strength. [A considering beat of silence.]

Um ... that's all. Let me know if you are interested, I suppose?

@ Arthur and Kara )

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reactionvomit: (so totally hacking)
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[The video feed opens up with a close up of one thick brown eyebrow in the bottom left of the frame. Danny's voice can be heard off screen.]

Man this boat technology sucks. Alright. Think I got it.

[He places his feet on his desk and leans back in his chair. A telltale manilla folder is on his lap.]

Check it, peeps. I'm looking for a [Riffling through the folder:] Dave Strider. So, if that's you, come to room...oh no. [He jerks upright, and quickly grabs the trash bin from the floor. Not a minute too soon, as he immediately starts vomiting. Profusely.]
amateurtimelord: <user name="icontroller" site=livejournal.com> (she gives me agony)
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lame
how could those nubby horns be sharp enough
dude has the nubbiest nubby horns
dont think rose died and she got gored by tzs
and lets not get into kanayas horns and the mayor
how the hell did the mayor make it and i died
not even a heroic death
just landed on a pair of the nubbiest horns in paradox space
couldnt be a just death either
unless paradox space is using my life in exchange for everyone elses
so when do i wake up?


[for anyone that happens to walk by Dave's room, he'll be muttering this all to himself as he types it]
jungenrhein: (Floats heavenly quietude.)
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[ At her arrival, for a moment, she was happy to open her eyes again, shivering at the thought of being so close to death again, but then fear made it's way into her mind. With the sunlight, she couldn't see so clearly so she guessed she was back home... Then she noticed it wasn't home, and she actually was on a boat. She was used to being in the mountains, the forest, but not the sea. She was literally a landlocked country- so she was frightened. It didn't help that this was an unfamiliar place, and she couldn't see her brother anywhere.

She stumbled around the deck, hearing a few things from the people around her... She died? She has to redeem herself now? The sudden intake of all this information made her head spin, either that or it was the moving of the boat. She made her way onto a chair to sit on after she almost tripped. Thankfully, she was rather technically inclined so she had no problems with understanding the device, clicking through all the things on it to figure it out, once she was done she typed out a message. ]


"Hello, Guten Morgen? I'm hoping this device doesn't belong to anyone?

Does anyone have any more information on why I am here?

Are we all really dead?"
crabkind: (and the damned)
[personal profile] crabkind

WOW. THIS IS HILARIOUS. I AM LITERALLY SITTING HERE AND LAUGHING MY ASS OFF OR ROLLING ON THE FLOOR OR DOING WHATEVER SHITTY THINGS YOU PINK-FLESHED ALIENS DO WHEN SOMETHING FUNNY HAPPENS.
ACTUALLY, WAIT. NOTHING FUNNY HAS HAPPENED. SO I'M NOT REALLY LAUGHING AT ALL. IN FACT, I WANT TO KNOW WHY THE FUCK I'M ON A SHIP BEING TOLD THAT I'M DEAD. I DON'T REMEMBER DYING. OBVIOUSLY, IT HAPPENED. I GUESS I'M NOT SURPRISED. IT'S JUST ANOTHER THING I HAPPENED TO FUCK UP ON.
OKAY, SO I'M DEAD. SO WHAT HAPPENS NOW.
AM I *REALLY* SUPPOSED TO TRY AND MEND MY WAYS. ARE YOU SHITTING ME. I'M LAUGHING AGAIN, ONLY THIS TIME, AT YOUR PROFOUNDLY RIDICULOUS IDEA THAT BETTERING MYSELF WILL ALLOW ME TO BE RAISED FROM THE DEAD AGAIN. WOW. WHOSE IDEA WAS THIS. HOW DID YOU COME UP WITH SUCH A PERFECT WAY TO SUCKER DEAD LOSERS INTO TAKING CARE OF YOUR GHOST SHIP. I THINK WE'VE FOUND THE WINNER OF THIS YEAR'S BIGGEST VOMIT-INDUCING SACK OF NOOK EXCREMENT AWARD!
IF ANYONE NEEDS ME, AND I'M PRETTY SURE THEY WON'T, I'M GOING TO SIT IN THIS ROOM AND CONTEMPLATE THE FUCKING AFTERLIFE AND WONDER HOW I ROYALLY SCREWED EVERYTHING UP. THANKS.