video ☄ oo1

[pilgrimaged.livejournal.com]

( there's the sound of muffling... while it appears as though the screen is being handled every which way. there's mainly just streaks of colour and a muffled voice. then suddenly, the noises come in crystal clear, apparently something was covering the microphone... ) -- though I'm not sure how it's possible to communicate just by... oh!

( and finally you can see her face -- a brunette with medium length hair, and two different coloured eyes. she seems calm, but... there's almost a sense of urgency about the way she's carrying herself )

H-hello? Is it working? Can anyone hear me? My name is Yuna -- it seems as though I've landed in a place called Traverse Town? I believe that's what the moogle said, even though -- I'm not entirely sure how, exactly... Everything... just got so dark, suddenly... Um. It seems as though I somehow managed to get separated from my guardians... Wakka? Lulu? Can you hear me? Kimahri...?

( and there's a small pause as she seems to be considering something -- ) I suppose... it's worth a try.

( and a loud whistle resounds! )

Looking for a Venue

[executionerrose.livejournal.com]

[Video]

[The feed, obviously being recorded by some one a lot smaller than the man who appeared on the screen for the camera view looked up at him as he gazed at the small white building. The garden out front, if it could be called that overgrown with weeds as it was, needed a ton of work to make it presentable again. The building itself could do with a touch of paint and maybe a few new shutters but otherwise looked alright. ]

How about this one?

[Said to another person who was just off camera. The response couldn’t be heard but from the way Chloé laughed it must have been a precious one. ]

It isn’t like we could afford a place that didn’t need a little work, isn’t that what you said before?

[Again the response could not be heard. ]

The front room is large enough for a small florist shop, that the rooms in back are a little small… [Even he sounds less than thrilled about it but it quickly becomes a joke. ]
I guess that just means we will have to learn to get along.
It is close to the castle as well, if I choose to take the Queen up on her offer of tending the roses there.

[That is when the clandestine camera operator is noticed. ]

Wha… you… You shouldn’t get into people’s bags like that…
[At that the camera is retrieved and the video abruptly ends. ]

Is it hot in here?

[we-schmooze.livejournal.com]

[Video]

Whoa! Hey! There are a lot of you hero types out there these days. Look, I know you have been having fun goofing around with your little song and dance numbers… what was that. I have never seen so many people in need of a good dance instructor! I mean come on! Most of you don’t know your right foot from your left one!
And don’t even get me started on the singing… Makes me glad I had enough brimstone around to pack my ears with.
Anyway, watching how bored you lot must be to carry on like that has given me a little inspiration. I have setup an entirely new set of tournaments in the Underdrome. If any of you twinkle toes think you can handle a little non-musical competition drop by, fight a few rounds. We will watch the tournament, have some peanuts, watch a few heroes die, hey, sounds like fun, right?

Where am I?

[mrsbrisby.livejournal.com]

[Video]

Ah-haa!

[The screen flashes to life much to the surprise of the tiny mouse holding the device. As she recoils she throws the object away from her body. The jettisoned piece of technology tumbles through the air, eventually coming to a sudden jostling stop on the pavement just in time to capture video of the mouse disappearing around the corner of a building.
A moment later she timidly peeks back around but the thing doesn‘t seem to be following her…
Taking small little hops forward while carefully sniffing the air for danger the little brown mouse cautiously makes her way back to where the object has come to a rest. ]

ah… Hello… [A pause as she attempts to compose herself a little. ] I’m Mrs. Brisby.

[Her voice gains a touch of confidence but still remains soft as she becomes more accustomed to speaking to this odd glowing stone. ]
I seem to have lost my way. I need to get back to my home… its near the big stone in the garden.
Please, could some one tell me how to get back there?

≋ One - With Moogles

[protohero.livejournal.com]

[The device switches on in mid-sentence, though the speaker is definitely a moogle. Two moogles, actually, one holding the device, the other standing next to a blond boy slumped up against a brick wall, fully dressed, head lolled down as if asleep.]

-even awake, kupo? His eyes are closed!

With as much noise as you're making, kupo, he shouldn't be. Hey, are you okay?

[The moogle pokes one fuzzy paw into the boy's cheek, pushing his head back far enough to show his face - a very familiar face to some, indeed. But his eyes still don't open, and once the moogle stops pushing his head falls back to his chest, the rest of his body not moving even a little.]

...I think something's really wrong with him! Anyone know who this is, kupo?

I don't know, but let's get him to the hotel.

((ooc: Ven's still in a coma, so replies will be coming from moogles. Decided to delay Flynn's intro until tomorrow.))