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Sep. 13th, 2014 03:14 pm
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[When Lindir's face appears, he looks a little concerned. That said, being a touch concerned at all times was probably on par for him. Those who listen closely might hear some soft cooing noises in the background.]

I was wondering if I might find someone with the knowledge of how to care for young... tribbles I believe they're called. I came across one of the creatures while in the gardens, but I did not know it was an expectant mother. There are now five.

[Lindir reaches over and lifts one up so that it could be seen by the camera. Holding it now, he actually smiles slightly. It was a soothing creature.]

I had intended on returning the mother to the wild, but I am unsure if that is wise with young ones.

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Aug. 30th, 2014 07:24 pm
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[Tauriel has been pretty busy lately with her various tasks, projects and self imposed duties, so it's been awhile since she actively appeared to talk to anyone on her own terms. Currently she was outside-- possibly on a rooftop as there seems to be nothing but sky behind her.]

I have been studying a great many things lately in an attempt to better understand the world of technology and industry. Unfortunately, I think I have gone as far as I can on my own without some sort of guidance. Even suggestions on what subjects I should focus on will be of help.

There is something else I would also like some assistance with as well, though I think there will be fewer people who can help me. Up until now I have fought using bow and dagger--to great effect, but I am interested in learning other means of combat, such as the use of firearms? There is the tiniest frown as s he says the word "firearms" [It had taken her nearly an hour to come to terms that it was an actual word.] I feel as part of the security team, such skills would be beneficial to have.

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Aug. 14th, 2014 08:21 pm
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[There's a thin, ragged man clearing his throat and looking calmly into the camera. Bruce doesn't bother with introductions-- he still doesn't give his name out by habit-- and instead goes right into what interests him.]

Hi. So. Has anyone gotten to take a look at these teleporters? It's... interesting.

[A beat.] How do I go about joining the research team?

Thanks.

[That's it. Chatty, he isn't.]
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[This particular broadcast starts out with the sound of Braska chuckling to himself. He's settled in his little shack at the table with a book and a coffee tea mug. But his eyes aren't on the screen or anything on the table; he's holding up his arm, shaking his head at the long sleeve of the robe he's wearing. There are... holes. A smattering of them.]

It seems as though I have myself a new roommate. I haven't noticed anything moving about on its own... [Braska laughs fully now, focus turning to the video feed.] I may need some help searching for it? Or, I suppose, them. There's no telling how many new friends I've got.

Ah, and... Perhaps I also need some help patching up my robes? [He grins ruefully.] I'm afraid anything regarding a needle and thread is beyond me. I'm aware I could always take them to my tailor friends in town, but... All things considered, I fear that if we don't find them all, or if more move in, choosing the route of paying credits for repairs could get expensive quickly. You see?

[While Braska's talking, he reaches for his cup without looking at it. It edges out of his reach. Thinking that he just missed, Braska tries again, shifting his hand to the side. The cup slides farther out of his reach.]

I don't expect help for free, of course, but I'd rather trade favors for favors in this case.

[private to Lindir]

Consider this an offer for me to make good on our promise from the Blackmoon celebration.

When would be best for us to meet? Would you prefer to come out to my home, or should I meet you at the resort?

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Aug. 11th, 2014 08:30 am
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Someone wasn't doing inventory on liftoff--

[Ben's red whiskers bristle irascibly. This is careless stuff. It happens, but he doesn't have to like it.]

Everyone who goes outside the fence should already be counting their gear, but if you needed a reason, these props are it. Adaptive little critters like this can wreak havoc on an ecosystem, and this ecosystem is plenty problematic already.

The largest 'predators' on Quadratus, the spiders, won't eat props. Hounds may be able to detect them and hopefully the pseudofelinoids-- the beasts or the cats depending on your parlance-- will think they're tasty. But the upshot is that there may not be a control if these things get a foothold in the wild.

We all know what bullfrogs did to Australia on Terra, right? And terran brown rats on Shesha?

Double-check your gear before you go out. Even if you don't care about the ecosystem, the last thing you want is to reach for your last bottle of water and have it run off.
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[The communicator comes on with the sound of a hard crack, like the buttons are being smacked instead of pushed. The communicator bounces with the force of the blow.

On the screen, Narvin is looking wild-eyed and hair askew. He swears in Gallifreyan and runs a frustrated hand over his head.

Well, now that the communicator is on, he might as well explain.]


One of those vile pests has got into my room. If there's an exterminator around, I would pay good emeralds to see the blasted thing put out of my misery. I last saw it disguising itself as a communicator, but where or what it is now...

[He scans the room, sees something moving out of the corner of his eye.]

No don't--! [And runs off chasing after the Prop, communicator still on, but left on the table.]
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So, I'll cut to the chase.

So far we have an indeterminate life form, capable of extreme stealth and is highly volatile. I've noticed no sign of greater intelligence but if anyone's noticed differently feel free to prove me wrong. I'd be much happier to be able to reason these things down.

They have no sense of self preservation, and they move at a decent pace but the spiders still got 'em beat. It looks like it takes three shots to bring one down.

The thing is, it'll be in everyone's best interest if there's a solution found and the locals are coming up short, so I'm wondering what information you guys have come across or proposals that you might have.

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[Added in later.]

Proposals and Facts:
 → Canines and similar species don't like them
 → Possibly building a trap to lead them into
 → Possibly scanning them for weaknesses
 → Don't use weapons or attacks that involve electricity
 → They don't like cats, no word on whether that extends to other species yet

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Jul. 22nd, 2014 07:43 pm
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Grave sites are splendid repository of priceless artifacts. The golden mask of Agamemnon from Schliemann's excavation of the royal shaft graves at Mycenae. King Tutankhamun's glorious, some say cursed, tomb. Beautiful Etruscan jewelry from the tomb of Tarquinia.

[His eyes gleam with excitement as he talks about the treasures.]

I wonder why there are no graves on this planet. It is a universal truth of archaeology that where there are settlements, there are graves. It may be internments, ashes and bone fragments of cremation, wall burials, sky burials, but all peoples must deal with their dead. And yet for all the ruins here...nothing.

[He's convinced that there must be burials somewhere. But it would suit his purposes just fine if he discovered a burial site (and the grave goods within) with no one else in a position to know or suspect.]

My apologies, where are my manners. I am Dr. Belloq, archeologist from Earth, year of our Lord 1936. These communicators, remarkable devices. It's very strange to think that to some here, I am a part of ancient history.
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[This man has an accent too, German, but it's nowhere nearly as thick as Niko's Serbian one is. He could speak German and let the translator take care of it, but so far he's met enough "standard" speakers that he can handle himself.]

Hallo, I'm Dr. Visscher [pronounced "Fisher"] and I'm new. I am the sort of new where I have no idea where anything is yet and I keep getting turned around. So if anyone could help me to the clinic when they have a chance I would greatly appreciate it.

Speaking of which, I'm a general practitioner. I'll be working for the resort and town. I am a human, but I've never been to Earth. Any Earth, of any sort. I know there are a few of them out there.
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[Niko hates having to ask for stuff. He still feels bad for imposing on Roman so much for so long, but he needs money to get what he wants, and he can't do his job (either job) if he can't go into the woods or the caves.]

So uh...

This hasn't been an issue until now, but I didn't bring any armor with me. I wasn't really expecting so many explosions [or to get wrapped up with gun-runners] and I'm really need to get back to work. If anyone has good suggestions, please give them. I could use something, maybe have it imported in.

[There at least doesn't seem to be a shortage in people that would be knowledgeable in different armors, but probably all of them types he hasn't heard of.]

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Jun. 29th, 2014 03:49 pm
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[The network gets greeted with a milky-eyed stare and a ghoulish line-face.]

There was another explosion. This time in the mines. Two people dead, no survivors.

[He and Boone searched as thoroughly as possible. He doubted anyone down there survived anyway.

He makes a small contemplative sound as he wonders if he should add anything else, but decides he really just wanted to make that little PSA and that was it.
]

That's all.

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Jun. 29th, 2014 11:14 am
usfuzzies: (Firm)
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Did everyone see Boone's message about the explosions? I'm putting together a team to go investigate. First goal is to set up some surveillance equipment motion activated cameras-- second is to try to find tracks or traces. A couple of young men playing around with their new guns should leave some kind of mess somewhere.

You don't have to tell me that the cameras are mostly going to get pick-ups of spiders and other large fauna, but if they come back we'll get something.

I'm looking for a tracker at least, anyone who knows the area, and Mister Narvin.
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[By the looks of things, Lindir is sitting down in a high backed chair in one of Blackstaff's guest rooms. He says nothing, but continues poking at the screen, furrowing his brows and frowning. As there's a beep from the device, he turns his head to listen to it, then looks back again. He lets out a deep sigh. This was going to be a lot harder than he thought it would be. Why did he ever agree to this?]

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Jun. 22nd, 2014 11:41 pm
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[The subject of this video isn't Boone. Instead, it's the outer fence around the village. The only sound for a few moments is of a dog quietly whining, but then Boone speaks.]

Came across this not long ago.

["This" being evidence of some pretty strong explosions happening outside the fence. There are a couple of spider legs just lying around nearby, but nothing else.]

Fence seems fine, but what I wanna know is who or what the hell is blowing things up outside it. You don't need to blow up a spider to kill it.

Not a lot bothers Rex, but he's been doing this ever since we got here. Whining, keeping away from the fence. I've known him to run straight into groups of deathclaws before, so I figure if he's spooked, I probably don't wanna get too close to whatever it is that's spooking him. Saw some shapes moving around through the trees earlier, but I couldn't make out what they were. Tried watching through my scope, but it didn't help. Just... sort of looked like the trees were moving.

[Which is ridiculous really, because he knows the damn trees aren't moving.]

Just figured I'd give everyone a heads up, anyway. Not sure if it's happening in other places yet, but if you see or find out anything let me know.
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On the top floors of this resort, in the conference rooms and penthouse suites, even now the politicians and diplomats are discussing whether or not they'd like to go gallivanting around our universes, and we aren't allowed even a cursory peep at what they're talking about, much less a formal seat at the table.

[Small grenade of political discontent lobbed, Narvin switches topic.]

Also, I want to make it known preemptively that yes, I am a technician and computer specialist, but no, I will not fix your personal computer, communicator, speeder, spawner, or whatever else you brought with you. I'm a researcher, not a common mechanic. [Actually, he might fix your computer, if he likes you. But Narvin doesn't like many people as a general rule. He also might offer to repair it if he thinks that you might have interesting files on your files that he might hack, but that's another matter.]
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[Well, someone has embraced this tin foil hat thing a little too enthusiastically. That hat is probably the first thing everyone notices about this broadcast. Goddamn, look at that thing. As if he didn't already look ridiculous enough in those robes.

The person who's wearing it -- a man, with a long, well-aged face -- is smiling, all warm and serene and welcoming.]


Greetings. I am Braska, a... mage hailing from the world of Spira. [He almost said summoner. Whoops. That's not the important part of his announcement, here. And, besides. Technically, he used to be a summoner. But all that ended... a while ago.] I am offering my services as a healer to Blackstaff. While it is true that I am an experienced White Mage, I am also skilled in the way of natural remedies -- that is to say, the creation and use of herbal cures. So, if you are not comfortable with magic, then there is an alternative for us to use instead.

I accept many forms of payment, so if you are low on gi -- [gil] money, then, fear not, we may trade instead. "Trade" is a... loose term. I do not speak merely of goods; I'm willing to even accept deeds, such as helping me gather the herbs I need for my remedies. [♥]

That said, this is more than an advertisement. [Braska laughs.] As I said, I am offering my services. Should you feel the need, you may come to me for help with your neuralflu. As you can see, I am well-prepared, [he adjusts his hat, grin widening,] and I would appreciate the opportunity to get a better look at the illness myself. The better acquainted I am with ailments, the better I can aid in easing their symptoms, if not curing them altogether. [He holds up his hands, bowing his head placatingly.] No experimentation needed, if you are uncomfortable with the idea; I merely need to watch, and to study.

Ah, and one last thing. [... and then, right at the end, his professionalism drops, and his smile becomes -- goofy.] Does anyone happen to know where I might purchase some grubs from that advertisement?
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[Agent K has been here for a little bit, and is settling in pretty quickly. Given all the other weird shit he's encountered in his career having to walk around with a foil lined fedora isn't too strange. That said, despite being used to every brand of pink, purple, and blue fuckery he's not too fond of the idea of some of his thoughts just popping into other people's heads.]

[So, today he's going to check in on the current stash of resort workers to see how people are doing so that he can be overly cautious.]

I figure as non-natives we might be a little more susceptible to this bug goin' around, so I was wondering if anyone brought in by the resort woke up with a hell of hangover and no drinking last night to go with it. I put some tylenol up at the front desk in security if anybody I'm workin' with is having any issues.

That is if you're not allergic, anyway.
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