23 May 2011 @ 12:24 am
[If you have a keen nose or happen to be passing by the spaceship, if might become apparent that someone's spent the better part of the day baking with maple syrup. (Adversely, if you happen to be inside the spaceship, chances are good you've already found the freshly baked stash of maple cookies big enough to feed the Royal Canadian Air Force (circa 1946, though) and are stuffing your American face.)

Should the maple not entice you, maybe the young nation in braided pigtails and an oversized sweatshirt repeatedly whipping a small rubber ball at the side of the spaceship will. With the stick in her hand, she catches the ball neatly no matter which way it bounces back to her, running back and forth to catch it, only to jerk the handle of the lacrosse stick, sending the ball soaring back to the outer wall of the spaceship once more.

It's obvious Canada is taking this as a serious bout of training, cursing those rare times she misses. It's been too long since hockey season ended for her and she's gotten slack at finding people to play lacrosse with her. She misses being able to pour herself into her national sports, letting herself get caught up in the fun and comraderie of the game, whatever it happens to be.

What probably isn't obvious is how sad, homesick, or absolutely tired of being forgotten she is.]
 
 
23 May 2011 @ 05:52 pm
[Guess who's holed up in the library? The eternal bookworm Venom has been keeping herself occupied by soaking up what information she can about the place. Though she's not sure how much more fiction she can take. It's like every book is porntastic...]

They're all erotic books. Isn't there anything about the Garden or its surrounding area? Unbelievable...

[She goes back to searching for a non-erotic book, and she pretty much fails at it.]
 
 
23 May 2011 @ 06:12 pm
[The important things out of the way, Meta having found her armor and finally gotten the cats to leave by reading their silly little scrolls, she makes use of the vine to try and gather more information. At this point, she didn't care about any gardens, didn't care about any Queen; her only drive was the AI she'd had and the one she'd been persuing. They were there moments ago, she'd find them again.]

[The vine records a written message in sharp, angular writing, penned by a hand that's known more anger and less sanity than any woman has the right to know.]

WHERE AM I
WHERE IS EPSILON
WHERE IS TEXAS



I DEMAND TO KNOW
 
 
23 May 2011 @ 07:23 pm
Great, we're finally here... Thanks Starmie.

[Breathing a little heavily from the effort, Misty finally releases herself from her position in which she was holding onto Starmie, lounging on the side of the pond. She's leaving Starmie to its own devices after levitating herself all the way from the ocean Why was she doing that if she had two perfectly good legs?

Well, that's because she has a mermaid tail in place of them now, courtesy of a wild card from that lovely ocean. The irony of this happening to her after playing one in a water ballet would be on her mind, if she didn't miss her legs. Misty sighs deeply, exhausted not just physically.]


... Why did this happen?

[ooc: Yes, the wildcard turned her into a mermaid. Feel free to bother her! It's going to be fun. Not for her, though.]
 
 
Current Mood: rushed
 
 
Sora (♀)
[When the video comes on, it's distinctively inside and away from the sun. And when Sora can be seen, it's obvious something is kind of wrong.]

...Hey. A lot of people are offering lately, and I thought I'd extend one, too. There's plenty of room here in my treehouse. So, if you want to, just ask and you can stay here!

[A short, uncomfortable beat later?]

A-Also, I won't be out in daylight much for a little while. It's been... Making me kinda dizzy lately. But you can still find me here, in the treehouse!

[And then, a filter.]

[Filtered to close CR]

...C-Could one of you...

[Sora nibbles on her lip now. Is that the glint of a fang or two?]

...Could one of you bring me some of the blood from that lake...? I'm sorry to ask, but... But it's important, and I just... I need it, okay?

[And then the feed ends. Sora then sits back on the bed, pushing the vine away gently before sinking back into a corner of the bunk and hugging her knees to her chest.]

[[OOC: due to the wildcard effect of the ocean, Sora is now a vampire and will be appearing in her Halloween Town form, though she's removed the mask for the moment.]
 
 
23 May 2011 @ 08:27 pm
[The feed opens to the image of a young girl of no more then thirty looking mildly angry. She is wearing little save for a jacket that leaves little to the imagination and a pair of very, very, tight leather pants. Her visible skin is covered with odd scars that suggest massive amounts of stitches that seem to have been used to repair some grievous wound in the distant past.

She scowls loudly then launches into a tirade against every little detail of the world around her.]

I guess this thing works like a two way TV or some shit? Whatever, I got a few question for all you bitches.
First: Where the hell am I? Second: Who is this Queen person and where the fuck can I find her?  And finally: Why am I smellin so much estrogen floating round the cheery hellhole? It's smells like a lesbian orgy in here...
 
 
23 May 2011 @ 09:00 pm
[It has taken her quite some time to realise that she will not be returning home any time soon. No, she's never been particularly good at adapting to change, but she doesn't enjoy wandering around the gardens on her own either. She has been living in the mansion, but it is so large and so lonely and reminds her of her home when there was no one but her living in it.]

I am looking for a home, for friends to live with. I do not want to be living alone any longer.

[After all who wouldn't want to live with her! She clears her throat and smiles pleasantly.]

I have only one small, insignificant criteria. No Americans.

[This seems reasonable enough. All she has to do is wait for the offers to roll in! Then she can choose her new friends.

Waiting.





Waiting.]