[identity profile] share-a-parfait.livejournal.com
[Nephrite had disappeared so suddenly.. Naru had waited a few days in case he came back but somehow she knew he was gone. Before she came here she would have been devastated.. but somehow now she had hope. Hope that he might some day return. Either way you looked at it she'd gotten to spend a little more time with him than she would have had in her own world]

[Still it was difficult turning on that communicator and addressing everyone again. Her actions probably seemed even more foolish than they did before. The way she had run off with Nephrite without telling anyone beforehand.

In the background there was clearly a beach and the gentle lapping of the waves slapping against it.
]

Uh-- Hi again everyone.

[She started hesitantly]

Just wanted to let you all know I'll be attending the school over here.

[She felt like she should say something about Nephrite's departure but... she shook her head, held the comm close to her chest and faintly smiled. That would just be between the two of them. The other shitennou could probably already tell that he was gone.. and she wasn't sure she should tell them anyway.]
[identity profile] pinkhairedkitty.livejournal.com
[Yuiko was at Destiny Island, hiding in some unknown place and her cat ears flat against her head.]

Can someone help me? I saw a white figure in my room and I don't want to go back.

[She shivers slightly.]

I don't know what they wanted and I left before I could see what they were doing.

[She looks down slightly before turning her head to the left, looking away from the communicator.]

Does anyone else know of another place I can stay?
[identity profile] pilgrimaged.livejournal.com
( when the feed clicks on, it's pointed towards a bit of a shoddy looking corner building in traverse town. it could use a new coat of paint... maybe some new windows but... it's obvious that someone's started work on it already. there are some supplies laying around in front of it, when finally, a pair of black boots sneak out from the side of the camera's lens.

yuna walks out, positioning herself in front of the building, her back turned to the communicator at first as she seems to be admiring it... then she finally turns around, smiling )
Well everyone... what do you think? Is it... a good place to set up a clinic? I thought if it was Traverse Town, since many people seem to arrive here first, it might be a good idea to set up shop where it would do the most good... ( a pause ) I know that... there's still a lot of work to be done but... it's a start, right? ( she smiles )
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[personal profile] restorehonour
So that's it. My entire world... gone. My country, my people, everyone...

[A teenager in red and gold clothing slumps dejectedly onto the steps in Traverse Town's first district. A moogle carrying the communicator is hovering beside him.]

I'm sorry, kupo. For now, you'll have to make a new life here!

[Zuko looks up, showing his mismatched eyes; one side of his face is covered with a burn scar. His anger flares as his gaze fixes a little above the camera onto the moogle.] I didn't want a new life! How many times do I have to lose everything?!

[He moves to stand abruptly. Bad decision; the still-fresh wound in his midriff jolts and he has to sit back down, gritting his teeth in pain. The moogle flutters beside him, worried.]

Are you okay, kupo?!

...Yeah. [Zuko runs a hand through his hair, obviously agitated.] Sorry. Getting mad at you won't fix anything. [He accepts the proferred phone from the moogle and looks at it with a blank expression.] What are you giving me?

It's a communicator! Maybe you can contact your friends with it!

How--? [He's curious, even in spite of his situation. He presses a button experimentally-- and the feed ends.]
[identity profile] ninthserenade.livejournal.com
--averse Town, huh? So, uh... What you're sayin' is after all that crap or whatever went down, I ended up here this time?

This time? What do you mean, kupo?

E-Eh--Nothing. Forget I said that part, dude. It's just a lot to take in, I guess. I never really expected it to happen to that world, that's all. Are you sure that's all you can tell m--

[Some silence, and then a bewildered noise.]

Hu--? Now where'd he go? [Then the speaker groans and plops down onto something.] Great. I lost the freakin' tour guide. Way to go, man. Way to go.

[With that, the feed ends. Anyone in Traverse Town--in the Second District to be precise--will come across a young man clad in a long leather coat slouching on one of the benches, his gaze focused on the communicator as if he's waiting for it to do a trick. However, there's no such luck, so he just stares. And stares. And stares. Care to snap him out of it?]
[identity profile] hithimwithmycar.livejournal.com
[Hello Traverse Town and the rest of the worlds, you have a very distraught Jane Foster on the line and she's arguing with the moogles.]

Please, explain it all later, I need to find a friend! H-he was hurt! [She sniffles lightly, running her hand through her hair.] Last time I saw him, he was on the ground! You don't understand, I need to find him!

His name is Thor, please tell me you've seen him? Or-Or my other friends, Erik Selvig and Darcy Lewis? They aren't hurt but I didn't see them after the... the Darkness, you said? The Darkness came and-

I just need to make sure everyone's alright! [She is curious, don't get her wrong. She has no idea where she is or what's going on but she'd be a lot more calm and collected if she knew Thor was okay and not lying on the ground bleeding!] Please...!
[identity profile] sycophantishly.livejournal.com
[ Prepare for some tl;dr by your local over-dramatic genome. He has some words of wisdom for everyone. So sit down, you're in for an earful on your device today. ]

With each passing minute that we sit and twiddle our thumbs, he crushes each world with a titan grip and leaves in his path nothing more than crumbs. Such trembling amount of power, it is quite magnificent if you really think about it. What was once a live and thriving something transformed into a shrivel of nothing within a blink of an eye, perhaps the work of fate's true design. But what measures have we taken as the crumbs of every world to restore what we once called ours?

You are not refugees but prisoners freely scattered about the planes of this small universe. Ripped from your world and trapped into a cage where you'll spend the rest of your days beating your wings but never with a song to sing. Have you noticed that, my dear and delusional comrades?

Whether you wish to believe it or not, this is now our home. Or do you believe that one day you will see your world again? If so, have you taken measures to do just that, or does your focus lie purely on maintaining the safety and stability of the world you now reside. Do you see where I am going with this?

You are already home.

[identity profile] tonane.livejournal.com
[The communicator comes on partway through a sentence.]

-essing this button?

[The man speaking has a young looking face, but there are lines enough to hint that he's older than he looks.]

That's right, kupo!

[He laughs.] My friend, I am called Tonane.

Yes, you said, kupo.

[Tonane laughs again. Whatever the being is, it's not an evil spirit] And now I can speak with the people living here? [He looks at the camera.] Hello people of the world beyond the darkness. I am called Tonane and I have never traveled this way before. The only other world I have gone to was through the Circle of Standing Water.

My friend here... [He looks at the moogle.] I do not know what to call him. He is not a demon and he is not a spirit. My friend says that there is a building I may sleep in. I do not know where to find it. There are more buildings here than I have ever seen.
[identity profile] pinkhairedkitty.livejournal.com
[The feed turns on to show Yuiko sitting at Traverse Town, a smile on her face, her ears perk up for the moment.]

Umm, I was wondering about something, but... does anyone want to bake something. It's really relaxing and I brought some strawberries recently. So... I was hoping that people would want to bake something with them... like one does in Home Ec classes.

[She looks down slightly, ears drooping for a moment, she wasn't sure that people would want to, but it was worth a try.]

Th-Thank you for listening.

[With that she switches off the feed.]

[video]

Sep. 21st, 2011 10:37 pm
[identity profile] guardiaprincess.livejournal.com
[When the feed turns on, Marle looks distressed.]

Has... has anyone seen Lucca? I can't find her anywhere, nor can I get hold of her.

Someone please tell me they know where she is...
[identity profile] pinnd-buttrfly.livejournal.com
[The video switches on to show a plate of still-warm brownies. They look thick and soft, baked to the perfect point. The brownies move after a moment and the camera focuses on Soubi who, as it now can be seen, has been holding them. He smiles.]

Ritsuka, where are you? I have a gift for you and Yuiko-chan.
[identity profile] amuletskeeper.livejournal.com
[A young woman gives the device a concerned look and it's apparent that she's in an alley way of Traverse Town...somewhere.]

Um...if someone would be so kind...I believe I am lost. I know that kind Moogle showed me a little bit of this place, but, I seem to have gotten myself turned around.

Please, I am new here and I'm not certain where to turn so as not to get more lost.
Not...that I suppose I truly have a destination in mind, but, I would at least like to see something familiar again.
So, if it would not be too much trouble, could someone, perhaps, direct me in a better direction?

Thank you.

001 Video~

Sep. 18th, 2011 09:57 am
[identity profile] spiritofguardia.livejournal.com
[ A man with messy blonde hair and brown eyes appears in the video looking more than a little confused as he tries to figure out the device he was given.]

Yes...I believe it to be working now...but is it relaying a message yet? Oh! Yes, I think so.

[He stops fiddling with it and looks into it properly, his demeanor turning more formal.]

Excuse me, my apologies. My name is Cyrus and I have, really, only just arrived here. I was informed this place is called 'Traverse Town' and that there are many like me who do not normally belong here.

Is this the case? And, if so, what else can those of you who fit that description say of this place? I must admit, my curiosity is strong and I would like to know as much as I am able to learn of my new...home...as I suspect I will not be returning.
[identity profile] pinkhairedkitty.livejournal.com
[Yuiko looked down slightly, holding something close to her.]

But...I made it for you.

[Look down at the scarf she stood there quietly as there was an echo of a voice.]

I hate it. It's ugly.

[Her ears go down, her tails sulking slightly.]

But...I tried my hardest to make it for you.

[Tears formed in her eyes as she held the scarf closer to her, the same thing repeating over and over in her head. That was until she heard a new voice speaking to her.]

Be a good girl and play with the string.

[At the sound of the new voice, Yuiko looks up slightly to see something being thrown at her, hitting her in the face.]

Owwwwwww...

[She looks down at it and soon hears the sound of a bell. She soon spots it around her neck as she jumps slightly. The ball of string rolls away as soon she was holding the scarf again.]

Good girl, Yuiko. Do you want some milk?

Huh? But I'm not a cat.

[She looked to see the person she was talking to, but they seemed to be ignoring her. Making her way towards him she tugged on the shirt slightly.]

Excuse me?

[The figure turns his head, looking at her.]

What is it girl? Here you go, have your milk.

[They place a saucer of milk down.]

That's not what I want, nyaa~

[She looks surprised as the figure stroked her on the head.]

Good girl, here's you ball of string.

[They place some toys down for her to play with as she shook her head.]

Nyaa~ I'm not a cat nyaa~

[Once again shocked she started to moved away, trying to stop everything and was scared about what was going on.]

What's going on nyaa~ I'm not a cat, I'm a thirteen year old girl, nyaa~

[She sat there as all around her she could hear the same thing over and over again.]

Here kitty, kitty, kitty.

[Yuiko just covered her ears, trying to drown it out. This had all started out with her nightmare of Ritsuka hating something she made, how did that end up like this.]

Stop nyaa~ Please stop, nyaa~
[identity profile] lastesper.livejournal.com
[ The feed is upside down. The feed is upside down and has the image of pointed boots and a fluttering cape - oh, and the ground. In the background, one of the moogles can be heard talking to what must be the person holding the device. ]

"-- munny will let you stay in the hotel for a while, but you'll have to manage for yourself after that, kupo. Now if you look over -"

[ He is abruptly interrupted by a second moogle. ]

"No no, Kupo, you're holding it the wrong way. Turn it around."

[ Dutifully, after a moment, the image swings upwards to the hovering moogle, and a girl's voice. ]


"...Like this?"

[ The moogle helpfully turns the device around so it faces Terra, her brows knitted in confusion. ]


"I don't..."



"Go ahead, try it, kupo!"


"Um... thank you Mogli."

[ So much encouragement, what else was there to do but do as he asked? She looks into the device, all lost-lambish. ]


"H-Hello...? Is there anyone out there?"

[ She doesn't really believe there is - how could there be? Certainly not anyone she knew. Not if what she was told was true... ]
[identity profile] pinkhairedkitty.livejournal.com
[Yuiko appears to be focused... really focused on something as she soon flinched, holding up her finger and spotting a small pool of blood starting to appear from the injury.]

Now where did I put the plasters.

[She puts what she was doing down and walks off to get something, a plaster to be more certain. So she soon sorts herself out, her fingers showing clearly now that she had plasters on another finger or to.]

Nearly done.

[She picks up the needle and thread as she continues to sew,the object she was holding appeared to be a little pouch with letters sewn upon it. If you look close enough you would see the name Zell upon it. After a couple of minutes Yuiko looks rather happy.]

There finally done.

[She holds it up happy at the result before she places it down next to some other pouches before she reaches over to pick up the communcator.]

I've finally finished my project I've been working on for the past couple of week.

[She smiles, proud of what she has done before turning them around to show off all the pouches she had done, anyone she has come to consider a friend will see there name upon one of them.]

They are meant to be Munny pouches, but I keep thinking that maybe they are too small. What do you think?
[identity profile] feelsforthem.livejournal.com
[The communicator turns on with a crack. Lucca is staring at it, frowning in concentration. But she doesn't seem to realize she's turned it on. Unless she intended to send out a video of a chisel in the extreme foreground and a hammer coming down upon it.

The chisel glances off the phone's surface and out of her hand and she mumbles something decidedly vulgar-sounding under her breath.]


...can't open it up this way, either. It's worse than the Gummi Blocks.

[She removes her gloves with a sigh, then sits up again and holds a single finger up. It glows, first red-hot and then white, and the heat of it can be seen in the way the air around her hand distorts the image behind it.]

Okay, pal. Remember that I did try to play nice. Let's see how this works...

---

[And less than an hour later, there's a fairly alarming bang coming from one of the rooms available for rent in Traverse Town. A few seconds afterward, a window is thrown open and smoke pours out followed by a smoke-marked Lucca, coughing and gulping down the clean air.]
[identity profile] halfmadcopy.livejournal.com
Give her back!

[He was beyond livid. He'd gotten a taste of Juno's future and the fact that he wasn't able to reach her now..]

Your world is gone, kupo! She could be here. Try asking around, kupo!

[Starkiller wasn't getting any answers, at least, not the ones he wanted to hear. Being stuck on this world was not an option. Not when he was so close to his goal. It wasn't this creature's fault, his anger had gotten the better of him. Relaxing his hand, the moogle didn't stick around to get it's air cut off again by another unseen force.

He was left with the object he'd been given and more time to mull over thoughts than a clone should be allowed.]


Juno.

[This was sort of like a comlink, he notes, looking over the communication device. If Juno were here, she'd be able to hear him, or contact him.]

Juno, if you can hear me..
[identity profile] innerflow.livejournal.com
[As soon as the moogle is gone, she transforms. Only then does she pick up the communicator again, and attempt to contact whoever might be present in this strange new world.

Her hair is blue, as are her startlingly clear eyes, as is the sailor top of her uniform. Notable beyond this are her earrings and the glimmering tiara with its blue central gem. The color seems to be a theme. She faces the screen directly, expression serious, tone formal and businesslike.]


Excuse me. This is Sailor Mercury. I've just arrived here, and I'd like to ask for help in orienting myself, and any further available information. Although I've participated in the tour, I'd like to hear the perspective of others already here.

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