18 February 2013 @ 06:21 pm
[Whoever you are, you may very well be getting a text from a pair of glasses. Maybe you know him, maybe you don't! It doesn't really matter, he has processing power to spare, may as well chat some peeps up.]

Hey. Sup.


((WHAT IT SAYS. Whether or not you know AR you're welcome to assume he's texting you. If I DON'T KNOW YOU I will however look you up on the network and devise some random shit to talk about.))
 
 
17 February 2013 @ 11:41 pm
[The video switches on to a very VERY bored looking Loki]

I have found myself out of reading materials or anything else really to do. Does anyone have any recommendations for reading materials? I am rather bored, which is something I actively avoid as bad things tend to happen. For everyone...

[One might expect the last two words to sound like bragging coming from Loki, but they don't. He sounds tired.]
 
 
17 February 2013 @ 02:32 pm
 
yeah so hope you all are havvin fun on your fuckin dates
like im the pathetic one wwhen you all had to pay for people to spend time wwith you
but my neww roommate is the undead
it not fuckin hyperbole neither
not like kan
like a corpse
so not that anyone givves twwo shits about wwhether or not im murdered you knoww again
but just wonderin if this an islandwwide thing or just my goddamn stellar luck per fuckin usual
 
 
 
09 February 2013 @ 03:48 pm
[ A nice view of some dirty pale fingers sliding across the screen until R drops his hand limply to his side. Then there's a view of someone standing in the street, holding the phone in front of them, swaying ever so slightly like they might tip over, and is ...clearly not 100% of the best health. Or alive.

New Moore- was it? He'd introduce himself but he's terrible with introductions. Basically, he's new and oh man. He is so lost right now. Seriously. Both in the 'having no idea what's going on sense' and actually not knowing your location. He already past this street, didn't he? The creepy labcoat guys back at the hospital were kind of terrible at explaining things and completely mad, he thinks. Fictional? Well yeah. He probably thought zombies were fictional too before he became one. Who wouldn't? Anyway... then he ate one of them so trying to get a saner doctor to explain things didn't go over too well. None of that really matters to him, he supposes, but they did give a dead guy a phone so. Hey. How are you? What's going on?

He's trying to say all this. Maybe get some directions too. ]


Hnnngh... Ngh. [ wheeze ]

[ The keyword is 'trying.' ]
 
 
They are very friendly here, aren't they? I just had a long and amiable chat with a particularly outgoing young nurse. She even offered to show me the best places in town to get a bite to eat. Then they offered me this handy phone. I suppose you need a pleasant welcoming committee when you drop a bombshell like that one on a person.

Fictional, hmm.

I've been called many things in my day, but that was never one of them until now.
 
 
06 February 2013 @ 08:09 pm
As of today, I'll be the person to ask if you have questions concerning those who have been released. First, then, the list.

It's not small this month. Or pretty.

Teddy Altman
Bruce Banner
Anita Blake
Mary Margaret Blanchard
Peggy Carter
Connor
Jane Crocker
Raven Darkholme
Rose Hathaway
Sherlock Holmes - the short-haired version
Jenny
Jefferson
Jin
Kenzi
Remus Lupin
Regina Mills
Steve Rogers
Severus Snape
Howard Stark
Tony Stark
Dean Winchester
Charles Xavier
Zim


...My condolences.
 
 
29 January 2013 @ 09:15 pm
 
It seems that half a DeLorean has somehow found its way into our communal living area. Allow the past-further past-present-future-past-back to the future hijinks ensue.

I would like to say that it's much cooler then a colored box.
 
 
24 January 2013 @ 01:09 pm
001  
Hello there!

Do we happen to have any experts on inter-dimensional travel or broken time-lines? I could use a sounding board.

I could also use a big blue box, do let me know if you see one.
 
 
28 December 2011 @ 11:01 pm
[A man with an extremely short haircut, big ears, and a leather jacket is standing in the middle of the sidewalk in the financial district, looking up at a security camera and pointing a little blue blinky light on a stick at it. While he doesn't look familiar, the blinky thing might. When he speaks, his accent strongly suggests to any British listeners that he's from the north somewhere.]

Hello! Just hijacking your network signal for a moment, terribly rude I know, never mind that.

[He glances around a moment.]

In any case, just a lost traveler here, noting that this lovely little island of yours doesn't much seem to resemble Wales. Not that that's a fault! But I was expecting to be in Cardiff about now, so if anyone can point helpfully in a useful direction, I'll just be on my way.

[He glances around, looks briefly a bit more suspicious, then smiles back at the camera.]

For that matter, if anybody's noticed a big blue box loafing about on a corner like it belonged there, I seem to have misplaced one. Love to find it before I have to go.

Ta then!