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singthesongDoes anybody want guitar lessons? Or ukelele, banjo, or piano lessons? Discounts for rifties!
[They might actually just be entirely free, because the Balladeer's enthusiasm far outweighs his money sense.]
You can play with this too, but I wouldn't recommend it for beginners.
[See attached picture. His enthusiasm FAR outweighs his money sense.]
[They might actually just be entirely free, because the Balladeer's enthusiasm far outweighs his money sense.]
You can play with this too, but I wouldn't recommend it for beginners.
[See attached picture. His enthusiasm FAR outweighs his money sense.]
centralcoreATTN ALL: I REQUIRE IMMEDIATE AUDIENCE WITH A SUPERVISING ENTITY. IF YOU ARE NOT A SUPERVISING ENTITY, PLEASE DO NOT RESPOND.
[text to Sunshine]
Jul. 27th, 2015 01:03 pmeliotwaughHey SO I know youre not awake at this ungodly hour but this has been,
like the worst night in the entire world there is only one way to solve it
you, me, liquor, breakfast foods
whaddya say, I promise it won't be a social disaster
help me drink to forget!
like the worst night in the entire world there is only one way to solve it
you, me, liquor, breakfast foods
whaddya say, I promise it won't be a social disaster
help me drink to forget!
i_jones[an unflattering angle of Ianto's face; he seems to realize and adjusts to a level angle]
Hello! Hello. This is Ianto Jones, broadcasting live from that blue police box in Central Park.
[Ianto's finger reaches for the screen, and the shot flips from his face to what appears to be the interior of a diner. Sort of like this, but also not. The walls are decorated with various souvenirs from Earth and beyond, both vintage and futuristic. As the camera pans somewhat carelessly over the room, Ianto asks of someone unseen:] D'we still have to be coy about that? ROMAC's gone, yeah?
[The camera rights, scans over the surroundings, the bar, some kind of glowing purple rock, a weathered metal sign that says BOWIE BASE TWO, a photograph portrait of Ianto, what appears to be the Eighth Doctor, and an unidentified man in Edwardian dress, a collection of increasingly alien tie pins, bottles of alcohol labeled in non-Earthen languages, et cetera. More to himself,] Well deserved. Awful name.
[The view turns to the windows of the diner, through which the light of a brilliant nebula shines, rather than sunlight. Through the beams of the ceiling, one can see a smokey, sort of Harry-Potter-Great-Hall-esque view of stars.] I gather that September is National Breakfast Month in the States. September's nearly done but I didn't want us to miss out.
[another unflattering angle of Ianto's face; he adjusts] Stop by this evening for breakfast. We'll be open late. Or come this afternoon. [with a shrug] I'll be here.
[He reaches for the screen, pauses, pulls his hand back.] It's in the TARDIS. In the Ramble. Central Park. [to the ceiling] No more hiding! [conspiratorially, to the camera,] She needs more friends. [His hand obscures the screen and the broadcast ends.]
Hello! Hello. This is Ianto Jones, broadcasting live from that blue police box in Central Park.
[Ianto's finger reaches for the screen, and the shot flips from his face to what appears to be the interior of a diner. Sort of like this, but also not. The walls are decorated with various souvenirs from Earth and beyond, both vintage and futuristic. As the camera pans somewhat carelessly over the room, Ianto asks of someone unseen:] D'we still have to be coy about that? ROMAC's gone, yeah?
[The camera rights, scans over the surroundings, the bar, some kind of glowing purple rock, a weathered metal sign that says BOWIE BASE TWO, a photograph portrait of Ianto, what appears to be the Eighth Doctor, and an unidentified man in Edwardian dress, a collection of increasingly alien tie pins, bottles of alcohol labeled in non-Earthen languages, et cetera. More to himself,] Well deserved. Awful name.
[The view turns to the windows of the diner, through which the light of a brilliant nebula shines, rather than sunlight. Through the beams of the ceiling, one can see a smokey, sort of Harry-Potter-Great-Hall-esque view of stars.] I gather that September is National Breakfast Month in the States. September's nearly done but I didn't want us to miss out.
[another unflattering angle of Ianto's face; he adjusts] Stop by this evening for breakfast. We'll be open late. Or come this afternoon. [with a shrug] I'll be here.
[He reaches for the screen, pauses, pulls his hand back.] It's in the TARDIS. In the Ramble. Central Park. [to the ceiling] No more hiding! [conspiratorially, to the camera,] She needs more friends. [His hand obscures the screen and the broadcast ends.]
postictal[An empty black screen, and silence. For ten seconds, this is all there is.
Then, an eerie tone. It staggers on and off, interspersed by the fuzz of static.
A 5x5 grid flashes once over the screen, then glitches out with another burst of static. Garbled words begin to flash soon after:]
Then, an eerie tone. It staggers on and off, interspersed by the fuzz of static.
A 5x5 grid flashes once over the screen, then glitches out with another burst of static. Garbled words begin to flash soon after:]
LEMHK
OMDTR
OIIPX
FWNNA
LFEEX
[The tone persists, merciless, shrilling onward in a continuous, unearthly chorus.]
00110100 00110010 00110001 00110101 00110011
[Finally, more bright white text flares in the center of the screen.]
didyou
seeme[Beat.]
isaw
you
[At the last moment, the words flicker into a symbol, white slashed over black.]
[The tone lingers for a few seconds more, and then the feed severs with an angry snap.]
[[ooc: Tim will be unable to respond until the next morning, but characters are welcome to try their hand at the Masked Man's little puzzle.]]
[[ooc: Tim will be unable to respond until the next morning, but characters are welcome to try their hand at the Masked Man's little puzzle.]]
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[Text to Iman and Sunshine]
Mar. 19th, 2015 06:32 pmeliotwaughHey so uh
is anything weird going on iwth either of you today?
because I seem to be invisible
is anything weird going on iwth either of you today?
because I seem to be invisible
Texts to Johnny, Peeta, Sunshine
Jan. 21st, 2015 01:20 amerratic_hematic(ooc: after this mess)
To Rabbit Man, Flatbread: Sorry if that was really you. I'm still safe. if you dont know what im talking about dont worry about it
To Sunshine: Please tell me that wasn't really you
To Rabbit Man, Flatbread: Sorry if that was really you. I'm still safe. if you dont know what im talking about dont worry about it
To Sunshine: Please tell me that wasn't really you
[Text to Spike]
Nov. 15th, 2014 09:03 pmrae_of_sunHey. HEY.
[ten seconds later]
Are you around?
[twenty seconds later]
So does the name 'Buffy' mean anything to you
[ten seconds later]
Are you around?
[twenty seconds later]
So does the name 'Buffy' mean anything to you
[Call to Gabriel]
Nov. 2nd, 2014 06:38 pmrae_of_sun[Sunshine is a hell of a lot more dubious about this than Aziraphale would probably like, but given the circumstances, she's also in no position to argue. Her voice isn't even close to being steady when the phone is finally picked up.]
Gabriel?
Gabriel?
[Text to Sunshine and Johnny]
Oct. 6th, 2014 02:32 pmeliotwaughHeeey I feel like a complete asshole just dropping off the map for so long, I promise I'm not usually this bad at being social! Since I'm no longer living like a tramp and I've got /wow new apartment/ set up I was wondering if maybe you'd like to come over for a bunch type deal this sunday? There will be copious mimosas.
has_a_hornLucifer is here. Satan. For real.
I've attached a picture. Draw it on your door and other entrances. Big. As permanent as you can. It will keep him out. Do it now.
[attached is a picture- a circular sigil with strange markings around the edge and inside]
I've attached a picture. Draw it on your door and other entrances. Big. As permanent as you can. It will keep him out. Do it now.
[attached is a picture- a circular sigil with strange markings around the edge and inside]
bagropatext 1:
Is this a communciator
thirty seconds later:
Why do you ceelbrate this holida with crude explosive decives
one minute later:
hat is the meaing of theday i do not even??
three minutes later:
you area ll butts
Is this a communciator
thirty seconds later:
Why do you ceelbrate this holida with crude explosive decives
one minute later:
hat is the meaing of theday i do not even??
three minutes later:
you area ll butts
[hand-delivered note to Sunshine]
Jun. 22nd, 2014 09:21 ambrink[A piece of paper with a scrawled note, hand-delivered by a terse, young, pale, punk girl, to Sunshine at her bakery.]
This is Mac. She's gonna be picking up things for me now and then. Pick out some stuff you think I'll like? :)
And give her something yummy too, tell her it's free + add the cost to my bill.
Thx!!
- Topher
This is Mac. She's gonna be picking up things for me now and then. Pick out some stuff you think I'll like? :)
And give her something yummy too, tell her it's free + add the cost to my bill.
Thx!!
- Topher