Hey, so uh.

Loki offered membership to me, and I'll accept ... on one condition.

My friend Isaac gets to join, too.

I don't actually know why you offered me, but Isaac is someone I'd like to have by my side if I ended up doing this, so I figured I'd ... put it out there.

I guess I'd also like to know why I was asked, too. I mean, what people know and stuff. Sorry, it's not usually a thing I go throwing around.
 
 
14 July 2013 @ 12:32 pm
Sticking me on a tropical island vacation paradise without any way of getting out? Sounds … not too bad, actually. It's like someone thought this through. But, uh, some things just don't settle well with a night walk on the beach and a straw in a coconut. I'm not good with small … places. Not even this kind of roomy small.

But, all right, uh, sure, I'll buy it, I've seen stranger. Pocket universe, right? Some kind of elaborate cage to keep us all in. It's nice, but somehow I can't see it working out for any of us long term. Can anyone tell me about the barrier? Any sort of readings? X-ray, alpha rays, beta rays, gamma rays, electromagnetic, UV, any sort of nuclear emissions?

Or if anyone has a dosimeter, Geiger counter and a hand-held spectrophotometer, I can do it myself.
 
 
13 July 2013 @ 04:58 pm

 [ So yeah. Of all people to tell that he's a fictional character, Stiles Stilinski is not one to take it well. 

He's spent his time since waking up after the nightmare that was the motel on the side of the road in some place called New Moore, snooping around town and looking for a couple things. Information, for one--he's poking into every business in town and scribbling things down, ordering from Starbox just to see if it really is actually any different from, you know, regular coffee back home, anything to figure out what the hell's going on. 

And two? He's looking for someone. Because after yesterday he's not too keen on being out alone. 

When he does finally open up a feed, you get the image of one (1) teenager with a bird's nest of a hairdo and huge brown eyes, who's fisheye close into the feed before he backs up. ]

Okay, the puns? Real cute. But okay, haha, jokes over. Seriously, this is like by far the most creative prank to have ever been pulled, ever, so props to you for that. Can someone point me in the direction of the law enforcement around here so I can make sure my dad's not worrying his brains out?

And if this is some kind of alpha trick, I need someone to point me in the direction of Scott McCall, and the sooner the better. 

 
 
13 July 2013 @ 04:30 pm
 
Okay, so uh.

The fictional thing was weird. But I almost ... find that relieving in a way. That'd make more sense than my life for the past year.

But can anyone explain why I'm somehow from the future? Or how.

Uh, thanks.
 
 
13 July 2013 @ 01:54 pm
 
Does anyone have a map of the island? I need one, ASAP.

Hi, my name is Paige Matthews, nice to meet you, yadda yadda. Seriously. Someone tell me where to get a map.
 
 
12 July 2013 @ 03:20 pm
[ Erica seems to be taking this in stride, the whole being told hey guess what, you're not real and also on an island in the middle of nowhere. She's staring at the camera on her device with a wry grin. ] As far as pranks go? This one is kind of lame.
 
 
01 June 2013 @ 12:06 am
To: NEW MOORE YA [KB, Billy, The Green Menace, Scott]

It's a friday night, we're all relatively young and good-looking folks, why the hell aren't we out doing something reckless and irresponsible?

I'm thinking drinks at the sketchiest bar we can find, then maybe a patrol, and then back to the bar for another round. That counts as "team bonding", right?
 
 
30 April 2013 @ 05:44 pm
Do you like cuddling dogs? Cats? Other adorable animals? Then Paws! would probably be a great place to volunteer!!


...


I—look, my boss told me to say it like that, but basically we have a lot of animals to take care of, and it's getting more difficult to do it by ourselves, so, if you ever have time and want to help out, we'd be super grateful. It's pretty fun. And it looks pretty good on paper?
 
 
29 April 2013 @ 01:11 pm
 
So I guess Doc Scratch is gone? I mean, I got a new roommate notice, and there's like, nothing left in his room.

He was kind of a weird guy, but we shared the place for a while, so that's...something.
 
 
25 April 2013 @ 11:37 pm
[A familiar musclebound troll is wandering the streets this evening, looking a bit lost. Familiar, that is, except for the ornate blue and gold gown he's wearing (and really, those puffed sleeves are not flattering on a fellow with arms that thick and shoulders that broad), and the elaborate braided updo his hair is in. His expression is sort of helpless and hopeful, and he keeps accosting any passers-by, hands clasped girlishly to his chest.]

Excuse me? Sirrah? Would you happen to know whence the castle has gotten to? I appear to be lost ...
 
 
24 April 2013 @ 09:20 am
[New Moore, you might've missed something in your morning sky if you looked carefully. if you didn't, here's a surprise.

so there's this Loki kid on the screen holding his arms up in a green robe that's way too big. despite his small stature, he looks as menacing as he cold possibly try to looking menacing. so, pretty menacing. maybe an eight outta ten? menacing enough. he raises his fingers, wiggling them, well, menacingly. there's a fog machine or something in the background. or real fog. probably real fog.
]

It seems that you're missing something I've acquired.

[there's a brief pause and he offers a knowing smile.]

But it's mine now! No one can stop me. Not you, or thou, or anyone else. I'm just that evil or something!

[and he points toward the screen.

he murmurs something in another language and adds "and other such mystifying words" toward the end of it and poof! disappears.

sorry about your moon.
]
 
 
23 April 2013 @ 12:29 pm
[ If you're wandering down the streets, there's one panicked teenage girl who may or may not look familiar to the people of New Moore. After all, her appearance has changed quite drastically. She's wearing a dress that once looked beautiful, but are now rags, looking old, worn out, and tattered. She's even holding a cane just to be able to walk properly.

Her face isn't recognizable at first glance, if only because she looks older. And not in the good way, either. Her face is full of wrinkles and parts of her hair is graying. However, there's one thing that hasn't changed.

Her voice.

But as soon as she sees someone, either a familiar face or someone who is seemingly younger looking than she is, she manages to trip and fall flat on her face.

She then speaks, her voice cracking. She says only two words. ]


H-... help me.
 
 
06 April 2013 @ 09:05 am
[ When the feed turns on there is a single brown rabbit who seems to be sniffling around. And then another one. And another.

... And another.

Until there is a pile of rabbits that are too many too count.

But then there's a noise that seems to come out of nowhere. It's a small squeak, but then it's a muffled wail that seems to be coming from the pile. If you hear closely enough you may be able to even hear it. ]


Hieeeee...!! Someone, please help me!

[ And then there's some cries and whimpers before the feed turns itself off. ]
 
 
26 January 2013 @ 12:16 pm
Allison sim really soryr I made fun of hwo red ur noise looked yeserday.

IF I die soon I want you to know it looked cute.

[text message to derek]

Can I die from a cold caujse I feel like im dying???
 
 
25 December 2012 @ 03:00 pm
Okay, okay, just—

[The sound of Scott clearing his throat, and Allison murmuring something, and laughing. If you have the hearing for it: are you chickening out?]

No, shut up. Okay.

[A deep breath, followed by: possibly the most awful rendition of Feliz Navidad you've ever heard. In your life. Seriously, just. Awful. Scott gets the 'Feliz Navidad' parts in alright, but mumbles most of the other parts in Spanish, only to come back strong for the English parts.

At the end of the song there's a lull, and then snickering from Allison, which turns into full-on laughter when Scott makes a pained groan.
]

Yeah, yeah. Merry Christmas.

[The sound turns off halfway through one of Allison's cackles.]
 
 
22 December 2012 @ 06:53 pm
 
What a bad photo. Not even a filter helps it.



I suppose I'd better run.
 
 
16 December 2012 @ 07:41 pm
WHO: Anyone and Everyone
WHAT: All the kissin's
WHEN: Dec 16 - 18
WHERE: Wherever you want!
WARNINGS: Affection, freak-outs, possible R ratings


Ok! Here is the post for collecting all your kissing logs! If you want to do individual Network posts and then lead in to kissing that way, that's fine, but if you're looking to do a straight up log, this is the place to do it. That way we don't flood the community with all the log posts.

Instructions:

1. Post your character's name. One reply per character so that they're all neatly organized.
2. When you tag to a character's thread, put your participating character's name in the subject line.
3. ???
3a. Feel free to edit the post tags to include your character name for easier activity reporting
4. PROFIT!
 
 
09 December 2012 @ 01:18 pm
Who: Connor and you!
Where: Downtown New Moore
When: Late morning.
What: Connor is freaking the hell out.

[To anyone walking around downtown today, at first glance, Connor doesn't seem that different from any other citizen of New Moore. In fact, all things considered, his clothing marks him as pretty normal. Rather that merely walking, however, he appears to be prowling, crouched low whenever he moves as though it's nothing more than second nature. He jumps, startled, whenever other pedestrians pass him by, and while he stops to peer into storefront windows here and there, the first sign of movement from inside or the opening of a door is enough to scare him off, causing him to bolt for the next store over.

At some point during his cautious exploration, he ducks just inside an alleyway near the ice cream shop, pushing his left sleeve up to his elbow and examining his arm with a frown. There are several holes there, as well as faint streaks of dried blood, evidence of the doctors at the hospital trying to sedate him and being met with struggle several times over.]


This place...

[His voice is a low growl as he talks to himself, frustrated, hurt.]

More demon magic. I'm tired of magic.


[Video, Early Afternoon:]

[The young man on the video appears to be rather unsteady, vibrating slightly as he looks over either shoulder while on camera, having fumbled with it for several minutes beforehand. Technology isn't as foreign to him as it used to be, thanks to Fred and Gunn showing him how to work everything in the hotel over the summer, and video is preferable to text. His writing is terrible. He's never had to do very much of it.

When he finally focuses on the feed itself, his eyes are wide, spooked.]


This hell has computers. What kind of demons live here?
 
 
05 December 2012 @ 07:35 pm
 
"Oh Hel," is what he says to himself as he runs. Not much later, there's a number of text messages sent out. He's become good at typing and running.

He was out of time.

-

TO: Kate, Billy, Scott, Homura
FROM: Loki
It may be for the best if you don't let him know that you're affiliated with me. He may not like it, and he doesn't take well to things he doesn't like.

TO: Aradia
FROM: Loki
You spoke briefly of your powers that control the stream of Time. Tell me of them. In summary. A very concise summary.
 
 
05 December 2012 @ 10:16 am
[The phone clicks on with a clatter to a confusing overlapping of several voices. There are at least two male, one female, and a child, all talking over each other in an intense, excited manner so that only a few snippets can be picked out of the hubbub reliably.]

--down, calm down, it's all right--

--mnit, hold her, would you?!

[A thread of Irish Gaelic swims to the surface, urgent and a mite hysterical, but a little slurred.]

--mé! Fuascailt mé, ní mór dom é a dhéanamh tar ar do siadsan, mé gá do sábháil--

This isn't working! You have to put her under!

I'm not putting her under again. She's at the threshold for how much we can give her, even if she's not human. Hold on--

[There's an outbreak of swearing that seems to imply someone just got hit or hurt somehow.]

--trying to help you, if you'll just--

--tá tú cóisir? Níl, níl, stop-! Mé cóisir ní do codladh! Na coill! Ní tú tuig--

--her arm still, I need to-- There. It won't be long now... It won't put her to sleep, but it'll keep her lower energy. Keep the restraints on her, and we'll run some more blood tests.


[The Gaelic voice winds down till it's just a low murmur just above the sounds of people straightening bedclothes and fastening buckles. The phone shifts across the floor as someone kicks it, and it shuts off as it bounces against the wall.]




((ooc: Disclaimer: I don't actually speak Irish Gaelic, so I'm using a translator - I make no guarantees on grammar. That said, translations are as follows:
1. --me! Let go, I have to get to them, I have to save--
2. --are you doing? No, no, don't-! I can't sleep! The forest! I have to save--))