[Backdated to the event!

No matter who you are, even if AR is never spoken to you before, you might be getting a text message, it reads:

Hey.

UNLESS you happen to be blind right now, in which case your phone just starts talking to you in Siri's soothing robotic voice:

"Hey."]

[The one time Jack decides to fall asleep up in a tree, something jolts him awake and he goes toppling twenty feet down face-first.

Which wouldn't be such a big deal except when he jumps off the ground, brushing himself off, and notices he can't see.

Why can't he see?

It could be worse, he could have been wet, but he's breathing a little more rapidly anyway. Reaching out, he fumbles around until he reaches his staff, checking his pocket to make sure he still has his smartphone. He does, though he's not sure how much use it is to him right now.]

Wind. Take me to the city.

[The wind gently scoops him up, tossing him in the air like he asks. Unfortunately, it's a lot like his first time flying, so he ends up hitting branches and bumping into the building walls and windows even as the wind tries to act as a buffer against each hit. Finally, the wind drops him in the road, and he crouches down, holding his staff close to his chest while shouting.]

Hello?! Can...can anyone hear me?! Anyone?

[Hello New Moore Highschoolers and Staff.

On this lovely Friday afternoon, if you happen to be near any public computer on campus, such as the computer lab or library, at precisely 1:15 you will find every computer opens up a video file, cranks the speakers, and assaults you with Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff: The Moive:]

I TOLD YOU MAN
I TOLD YOU ABOUT STAIRS!


[It a wonderful and culturally enriching movie from an alternate future, starring Ben Stiller as Sweet Bro, Owen Wilson as Hella Jeff, Donald Glover as Geromy, and our very own Dave Strider listed as the director and producer.

It looks rather like a live action version of this crock of shit.

Safe to say the movie an over-saturated, poorly 'acted' (??), curse strewn mess that makes absolutely not a bit of flipping sense. The first ten minutes is Sweet Bro falling down an endless flight of stairs that is actually obviously just him falling down the same set of stairs over and over, seemingly without end.]


((OOC: You can read more about The Moive here if you are actually curious. Otherwise, while people will be able to physically override the machines (unplugging them, turning off speakers) attempts to close the files will prove largely unsuccessful until the movie has played exactly 1.5 times, and then they will all shut themselves off.

Enjoy, New Moore ))

check out this boss costume boys
and ladies
its nurse ro-lal
here to baby ur sick butts
and sooth sickie tummies
no barf tho thats mad gross
or other stuff
basically just sniffles and compliments r what im comin around 4
i have a medical degree in pap shooshery and lookin hot as hell
if u are sick let me know and we will get downrite concillatory if u need it
no point bein coy
whos hurtin

[ What costume? glad you asked, cause there's an artistic rendition attached. Or maybe its a photo? who knows.


I'm sorry. I don't have an excuse okay, it's canon. She's wearing it. Sorry for everything. ]

Howdy, kids.

Looks like this is take number three. Who knew that a guy like me could be so damn popular? But hey, you’ve gotta hand it to them: they’ve got great taste.

But don’t worry boys and girls, I’m not gonna pretend that I remember. That was a clever façade last time, and I’ve gotta give myself a hand, but it doesn’t work out that that’s the best move to make. Lots of things aren’t. Because, wow, I’m going to say that this is the most impressive oppressive regime I’ve ever seen in my lifetime. See, my dad used to like to make sure I was well-read. It was super important. Completely.

Haha, right. Then again, there’s a chance that the line-up here has rotated enough that I’m just speaking nonsense. Who’s this guy again?

So, let’s start with the basics.

Hi, I’m Jason Todd. I’d like to know how you all have been taking care of my little brother, Tim. See, he’s adopted and things are kind of rough for him, but sometimes they say the best things come in threes. Or fours. Or fives.

Anyway. Clue me in?

[This post is for AR bothering people during the event.

It's also cool if for some reason you want to text him.]

While these devices may be a more efficient means of communication than magic, and nowhere near as messy as firetalking has the potential to be, there are inherent flaws in their design. They are far too small, for one, and lend themselves to being easily misplaced. I suppose it will have its uses, which is more than can be said for most Muggle devices, but if not for the distinct lack of owls, I would not be so resigned to let it replace the perfectly respectable practice of letter-writing.

That said, the sheer amount of idiocy beyond the doors of that Muggle hospital is absolutely baffling. Never in my life have I heard such a ridiculous tale, which is quite a feat when one considers the many desperate lies told by Death Eaters when presented with anything resembling consequence. I have little tolerance for foolishness and will not be treated as either an invalid or an imbecile they assume is eager to believe stories that are clearly meant for children.

Writing on this fool thing is an exercise in tedium and a miserable excuse for communication, I might add. Quill and parchment would have been much quicker.

Who: Dirk, Dave, Bro, Roxy, Loki, and Lil Hal, in various combinations
When: Backdated to Friday/Saturday/a day or so ago
Where: Various place! Lost and found, Dave's dorm, some random place, Dirk's dorm
What: I am just going to use subheaders ok.