Video, un: spacekid

[schrodingersghost]

WHO: Danny and Anyone
WHERE: Libra App
WHEN: Jan 2, Afternoon
WHAT: Danny got multiple pun books for Christmas. Kaisou suffers the consequences. Also something weird is happening when he touches metal, but probably nothing to worry about.
WARNINGS: Puns

[Danny appears in the video feed, with a decidedly mischievous grin. He is wearing a black hoodie that has a bone and "I Found This Humerus" printed on it. It felt appropriate for today. If you looked closely, his ears have taken on a small but noticeable point, mostly concealed by his hair.]

Hey guys.  Everyone have a ice holiday? Now that the rest of winter is here, its time to freeze the day. Because snow happens weather you like it or not. I'm just saying it like icy it.

[Danny grins at the camera, with a grin that says that he knew exactly what he'd just done, and he had no regrets. Without thinking he leans forward on the desk, and his hand touches a part of the desk frame that was made out of metal. He lets out a pained sound and quickly pulls his hand back, shaking it to relieve the sting.]

[video, un: cri985]

[psychonductor]

WHO: Crito & the app
WHERE: The app
WHEN: 2nd Jan
WHAT: Crito seizes a business opportunity.
WARNINGS: Potentially strenuous image-heavy graphic design

( press x to close )

Lately, I've been, I've been losing sleep.....

[exitlightenternight]

WHO: Morpheus and YOU, one closed prompt for Thanatos
WHERE: The streets around Brick Alley, and then a coffee shop IN Brick Alley!
WHEN: 1/2, midday to evening.
WHAT: Reality is changing in this world, and Morpheus is just trying to cling to some sort of normalcy by sketching in a coffee shop. It isn't working very well.
WARNINGS: Mild body horror in the closed prompt, otherwise just a Grumpy Man under duress.

( No more counting dollars, we'll be counting stars.... )

text; un: silverrose

[fionnuisce]

WHO: Waver+open
WHERE: The network
WHEN: A couple days after the Zodiac post.
WHAT: Damage control on the wreckage of his life.
WARNINGS: None, any that come up will be in subject lines.

So now that I've started this year by exploding in grand fashion, let me try again with a slightly cooler head.

My title is Lord El-Melloi II. My real name is Waver Velvet. I prefer to be called 'Professor', as only my family and close associates use or even know me by that name. I've had my reasons for keeping it quiet, but most of them are largely irrelevant here.

I apologize if my reticence has made me a difficult individual to coexist with. It is not something that comes from a place of inherent distrust, least of all after half a year spent in this world.

[he's trying very hard to say he tolerates most of you]

And please stop concerning yourselves with my hypothetical romantic life.

[Action; Open]

[composalvation]

WHO: Kanade & YOU
WHERE: Labyrinth and around the city
WHEN: January 1st
WHAT: A hikikomori is forced outside, aka new arrival time!
WARNINGS: n/a for now, will note of any changes


( In a world that bloomed from my choked past )

video; un: j.porter

[cantgetanyworse]

WHO: Jane Porter
WHERE: Libra app
WHEN: Jan 2nd
WHAT: She's having a moment
WARNINGS: None yet!

[The video turns on... then off, then on again. The phone is on the ground, suddenly, and Jane can be heard muttering to herself as she leans down to pick it up. She's never sounded quite as English as she does right now as she tries to keep her composure.

There's a thunk as something falls over in the background.]

So-- So, look.

[Ah, there she is. Jane looks tense - the kind of tense that is probably familiar to some people in Kaisou - and very much like she may not have slept very for a couple of days.]

I'm sure everyone is dreadfully tired of posts like this, but-- you know-- I've been doing my best. I was living a perfectly normal life, running my little shop, and then--!

[And then!]

And then my husband starts changing, and I love him, so I deal with it. Then gates to a hell dimension start appearing everywhere, and I deal with it! And then everything goes completely dark for a month, and I end up dead in some mythological underworld being attached by giant snakes and suddenly I can fly and I think-- I think to myself gosh, Janey, you're handling all of this terribly well aren't you.

[The screen wobbles as she smacks her free hand down on something.]

But now? [She stretches her arm away from herself and the source of her fretting becomes obvious. There is a pair of wings growing out of her back, peeking up over her shoulders - slim, fairly simple, and identifiable as hummingbird wings for any ornithologists out there.] Now this has happened. This-- And I'm..! I don't think I'm overreacting! [Her voice is pitching up to a level that would make dogs bark.]

I don't think I am! But I don't know how much more of this I'm supposed to take without losing it. So-- So tell me, how. How do you do it?

[Send help.]