ℙ the thirteenth;

[eternityalone]

( Filters within for: Bonnie, Lilah & Tess, Attendees of her Lecture, Gwaine, Morgana, Ezio, and Neal. )

1st campaign

[campaigns]

[A man has just laid himself down upon a couch in the lobby, eyes closed and propping his hands behind his head as a pillow. He seems rather content, despite his surroundings.

In fact, he seems rather oblivious of his surroundings. His journal lays open on the floor beside the couch, picking up the words he now speaks to no one around him.]

That was fun, wasn't it? Why don't we have get togethers like that more often?

[His tone is sarcastic, as is its default setting, and there's a pause after his words, as if waiting for a response. He soon realizes he isn't getting one.]

Alicia?

[His eyes open, and instantly they widen as he slowly pulls himself upright on the couch.]

Well... this is new.


(ooc: OPEN TO ALL via journal or in the lobby! come watch him at his most awkward and uncomfortable. warning: he's kind of an asshole, but he means well. sometimes.)

☀080 | XXV

[selfless]

[ Anyone who comes into the lobby might see a strange sight. Colette and Zelos suddenly seem to be standing in the lobby like they literally just showed up. Zelos, freakily enough, looks a bit younger than normal and is dressing pretty ….modestly for himself and draws his sword immediately when he realizes he’s been nabbed to yet another weird place. Meanwhile, Colette looks like she’s wearing clothes that are decidedly more stylish than usual. She has not reached for her weapons, and is instead looking around this strange lobby with raised eyebrows.]

A... castle? Oh my, and Zelos you're here too. [Whatever surprise is on her face is quickly replaced by mildly curious look]

[Zelos meanwhile is less calm. he just got DONE being kidnapped somewhere with Colette ok.] Yeah I’m here! What’s going on now?!

[she’ll reply with a flat look, and then a light sigh] How would I know? Don’t look at me like that, for once, something like this actually has nothing to do with me! [she giggles and smiles]

[Yeah not helping with the comfort Colette. Concern will definitely be on his face as he’s looking around] I can hear other people in the building....let’s try to find the others, okay?

I guess that should be comforting. Alright then, lead the way Sir Zelos. To our mysterious captors! [if she’s concerned, she’s certainly not showing it on her face]

[....Just a flat look at Colette before facing away from her; muttered] Jeez, I hope we find Lloyd soon...

[OOC: Loss start! Open or over the journal! Comment style will be...free for all for both of them so don’t worry too much about comment order :’)]

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[imalwaysright]

Right! Okay. Sure. A totally random hotel room, which I know I wasn't in last night. Why not? It's a nice hotel room.

...

Actually, this is a really nice room for a kidnapping. That's weird. Who kidnaps somebody and doesn't tie them down? Even weirder. And... doesn't guard the door?

What? And they left the door unlocked. I am seriously unimpressed right now, kidnapper! Is this your first time? Because you've made pretty much every single possible mistake.

I mean, I could better than this. ... Not that I go around kidnapping people, but seriously? It's like you didn't even try.

I’m totally not complaining, by the way. Thank you for being the worst kidnapper in the history of kidnappers. Really, I mean it. [Pretty sure it's an empty room. Totally alone.

Worst.

Kidnapper.]

6 Salvaged Memory Boards

[zeke_developer]

[After the disappearance of his infant son, Huey did the only thing he could to take his mind off of things; burying himself in his work. He's completely finished the scaled-down Chrysalis weapon for the Western Outpost, and is just waiting for a good day to take it out for a spin. In the mean time, he's got a couple of other filters to get out of the way first.]


[Filtered to Jack O'Neill]

Hey, I've got your AUG and M1911A1 Custom finished, and spare ammo enough for both to last you a while. Wanna meet down at the shooting range to test 'em?

[Filtered to Aradia]

Hey! I've got the Chrysalis, the flying model done. Just waiting for a good day to give it a test flight. Have you heard from Tavros lately? I haven't seen him around in a while.

[Filtered to Father Tres]

Hey, I've finally got your new muscle finished. It took a while to get the mixture right, but I've been testing the flexibility and durability, and it should be comparable to your old one. Just gotta install it, and you should be back to 100% operational capacity!

[Filtered away from the First-Gens, anyone who would aid or pass information to them, as well as anyone who might seek to use his technology for personal gain or for nefarious ends.]

Hey there! Huey here. Now, you know how Aradia's been working on the Western Outpost, so we've got uhh...a place to go to keep an eye on things in the world outside of the castle? Well, she commissioned me to build some robotic sentries to guard it. I decided on two bipedal robots, equipped with both AI, as well as a pilots seat for emergencies, and a flying robot that I'll be installing a control system for into the Outpost itself. I recently finished construction on the flying model, which I call Metal Gear CHRYSALIS, and I just wanted to let everyone know. It's purpose is for security and aerial reconnaissance only, so if you see it flying around, don't be alarmed. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me.

(no subject)

[raaaaage]

[so after a bit of initial freaking out, followed by less freaking out, followed by investigating his room, followed by a distinct lack of any conclusions, some guy starts talking to the journal. ...well, he's talking to anyone who might be around (like any S.H.I.E.L.D. agents hiding in his closet or something), but the journal fits that description.]

All right. You got me.

This is... [not fair at all.] ...impressive.

[...and he's really hoping someone'll step forward and start explaining.]

one painting burned

[thehangedrose]

[Open the journal, and you might hear the slight mumble of somebody talking to himself under his breath.]

Okay, so right now, I need to go get eggs, and milk, and ooh, stop by the laundromat for the handkerchief, and-

[There's an abrupt pause.]

Wait. This isn't...

[Garry looks around, realizing that this is not the place he was in before. No, this isn't the outside of an art gallery. This is a lobby of some building he's never been before. Huh.]

I'm...just going to leave now. Yes. [There's the sound of stamping as Garry wanders over to the door of the lobby.] See, there are doors, I can just go and lea-

[CREAAKKK. The doors opens, and that is definitely the outside. But not any outside he knows.]

...What. Why is-what's going on? And what keeps poking me in my coat...?

[A few ruffling noises, and then suddenly, whatever Garry has discovered in his coat sends him into a state of agitated hyperventilation.]

No. No no no no NO NO NO. Th-this...this can't be happening. This is all just  some sort of mental kickback to what happened before, a-and...why do I have this? I shouldn't have this...

I'm finally going crazy, right? That's it...that explains everything. Good for you, Garry, you're insane. I knew that place would do horrible things to my mental health...

[A long pause, before he adds, quietly:]

At least I haven't seen any dolls yet...