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[personal profile] herbmixing
Hi, everyone. My name's Rebecca.

[ The video opens on a small, homey apartment, filled with plants and books. Rebecca sits at a small piano, a mug of coffee steaming by her side. She looks...tired, really. It's been a difficult few weeks.

But that's no reason not to keep trying. ]


I was just wondering...what's the state of medicine like in your world? I had thought we were on the cutting-edge back home, but with everything I've seen here, you realise just how far we have to go. Considering everything that happens to us so regularly here, it can be really easy to lose track of your health.

I'm a field medic and a chemist, so I'd never call myself a doctor, but I still wanted to extend an offer to everybody: if you need someone to patch you up or do a quick check-up, call me. If you need medicine - over-the-counter stuff, obviously, not anything serious - then I'll run it over or get someone to deliver it to you. Just... [ She gives a weak smile. ] I want to help a little more, and I don't think being okay with a handgun really holds up against everything others can do, you know?

...anyway, I'm rambling. [ She looks down, playing an idle few bars of a melody. ] I've been staying in a lot. Watching old Disney movies, mostly, and I ended up working on this...

[ She adjusts the sheet music and sets her fingers in position. What follows is a nice little rendition with very few errors. Being able to just concentrate on something helps, a lot. Once it's done, she flashes a quick, embarrassed smile at the camera, then leans over and shuts it off. ]
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[personal profile] bloodspring
Hello. My name is Louis, and it’s been about a month since my arrival.

This is something I’ve been curious about since arriving, so I’d like to gauge the current community:

Are you, do you know, or have you ever known a vampire?

If so, I’d like to learn as much as possible about the vampires from your worlds. While one might have in mind a vampire they would call “stereotypical,” that is undeniably a relative label, and it interests me just how widely the differences can range under what may very well now be called an umbrella term.

For example: My race goes by the name “revenants.” For all intents and purposes, I would still classify us as vampires, as we are immortals sustained by drinking blood—but perhaps you might think other criteria more appropriate for determining whether or not one falls into the vampire category? I welcome any challenges or elaboration.

Some further questions for consideration:
  • Do your vampires have fangs? Powers, abilities?
  • What kind of blood do they drink? How often? How do they feed?
  • What does a vampire’s immortality look like to you?
  • Are vampires well-embedded in your world’s history, or are they more recent?
  • What relationships do you or they have with non-vampires?
  • How have other vampires adapted since coming to this world? Are there any particular hindrances you or they encounter?
These are just a few to prompt discussion, but don’t feel limited to these questions only. This is meant to serve as a collaborative gathering of information.

As all of this may be a sensitive or even unpleasant topic for some, I want to offer full transparency from my side of things, and welcome anonymous responses should anyone wish to protect their identity. Please share as much or as little as you’d like, and feel free to ask if there’s anything you’d want to know of me, as well.

Thank you for reading.
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[It's been a few days since Sycamore arrived in Lunatia, and he feels he's managed to learn the ropes well enough; there's been one thing that has stood out to him more than anything else, however. It's likely not what he should be focusing on, but...well, he's always believed in following one's intuition whenever it strikes.

When his image pops up, it's framed quite nicely, as if this isn't the first time he's spoken to others through a video network. He's seated himself in a quiet corner of Cafe Azure, leaning back in the chair and smiling softly into the camera.]


Salut! I do hope I'm doing this right.

[One moment! A waiter has appeared off-screen bearing a beverage, and the professor chats with them for a moment before he returns his attention to the feed.]

It's come to my attention that most people in this city have no idea what Pokémon are! Such an odd experience, but not an unwelcome one! I see this as an opportunity to educate those who are interested!

[Reaching underneath the table for a moment, he soon emerges with what looks like a small orange fox. Said fox is obviously very pleased with being on-camera, if the little pose it makes has anything to do with it. Sycamore, meanwhile, takes a quick sip of coffee after Fennekin has settled himself on the table, looking momentarily pensive.]

Ah, where to begin with such a topic...I am used to beginner trainers, yes, but not those who have no experience with Pokémon whatsoever! I have been mulling this over for a few days now-

[-while spending ample time in whatever café is nearby, because that helps the academic process-]

-and have decided that perhaps it would be easier if I gave anyone who was interested the chance to contact me personally!

[Smiling again, Sycamore pauses for a moment, as if finished...before slapping the table and surging forward towards the camera, scaring the life out of poor Fennekin-]

I cannot believe this! I have forgotten to introduce myself, amidst all this Pokémon-related excitement! I am Professor Sycamore, a researcher from the Kalos region! It would truly be my pleasure to share my knowledge with any of you who are interested in learning more about these wonderful creatures we call Pokémon! Let me give you an introduction-

[...or not, because as soon as Sycamore is ready to launch into his monologue, two more Pokemon pop up into the video...before the latter one accidentally bumps the camera and switches it off.

...

enchanté...]
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[Someone has heard Rasha's voice, but for Don - well. Loving himself is pretty much par for the course.]

So back in my time we have this thing called the Mickey Mouse club. A whole bunch of kids who sing and dance about Mickey Mouse. He's got a song.

Who's the leader of the club
that's made for you and me
M I C - K E Y M O U S E

And so on, and so forth. he's a talking mouse and he's Disney is amazing. He's pretty damn fantastic. He's not as great as I am but he's still pretty damn good. Where was I.

Anyway this boy band thing for those who are curious seems like the Mickey Mouse club and all of you look stupid in your hats and T-shirts. No class. No style. Nobody has any idea what class or style looks like and the only thing you have to turn to is my era. We defined it.

We peaked in the 60s. I'm at the peak. All there is to it, but I thought I'd provide some insight. Namely that. Children are dumb. And that's what this is.


[OOC: for anyone who wants to find Don, he'll be strutting around in his nicest 1960s cut suit at 100% Thot level 2 clubs flirting with anyone who gets close. Leave some action tags for him.]
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[personal profile] axemeaquestion
[The video is shot from someone's seated lap, legs in dark jeans crossed, Rochelle doing her best to hide that she's recording. Across cameramen and a news van, a Level 2 local news anchor is interviewing a young deer Prismal in a *BTSB shirt.

The Prismal is very excitedly going off into why Lecter is their favorite fox boy. He's hot, he's talented, he LOVES cats, and they saw him in the gym the other day and oh my god look at this selfie they got??

They take out their phone and start waving their selfie in front of the camera, jumping up at down. After a point, they just start rambling. Rochelle tilts her phone up to her face. She grins behind a hologram script, expression equal parts exasperated and fondly amused.

She switches to text not long after.]


back where i'm from we had a couple big boy bands like this with a LOT of fangirls like these. i was sixteen when they got really big. i was also pretty dumb. somehow thought i was better than everyone else who liked them because i liked 1980s new wave and synth pop more. like i said, i was sixteen.

so anyone seen these BTSB guys around? Backstay Sailor Boys or something? because wow. i thought the Midnight Riders was a bad name for a band.

then again, the latter literally saved my life after the infection hit. had to blast crappy old guy rock music and fireworks and fight off zombies on a fairground stage to get a helicopter's attention. so what do i know?

anyway. people are saying i should use this network thing to talk about my thoughts more so uhhhhhh. work's interesting lately? management's pushing a lot more fluff and celebrity stories. this station's already small and kind of directionless and now

well

here's hoping i don't end up in tabloid journalism i guess.
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[The camera clicks on rather violently with a hushed "Shit!" as it nearly falls to the ground. The camera stabilizes after a few seconds as Nick props it up on a counter, brows furrowed in concentration until the angle hits just right. He's in his kitchen, and sitting on the counter is a collection of bowls and frying pans.]

Okay. Got to talking to someone about recipes from home. Figure I might as well do this, considering the assholes that live here already consider me an affront to God or whatever. I'm gonna show you guys how to make the worst thing to ever come out of New York state: a garbage plate. You ever wonder what would happen if you put all your barbecue cookout leftovers on the same plate and smothered it in chili meat sauce, ketchup, and mustard? Cause that's what it is. Great if you're drunk.

[You might think this is a joke, but the expression on Nick's face is dead serious. Watch in horror as he loads up a plate with an abomination - macaroni salad, fried potatoes, and a cheeseburger patty layered underneath what looks like chili and onions. He talks as he works - to his credit, everything he's using looks homemade.]

None of that fancy shit on top, either, 'cause if you're going to eat a garbage plate, there's no point trying to pretend you have dignity. If you don't use regular, shitty yellow mustard, you missed the point. You can throw some hot sauce on there too if you want - Frank's RedHot is the best, but they don't have that here, so just... make do. Trick to the chili is to grind it up and add cinnamon.

[He holds up the finished product.]

Only rules to eating a garbage plate are to make it as nasty as possible and don't eat the whole thing in one go, 'cause it'll literally kill you. Cut it up, mix it together, grab some bread to soak up the grease, and you're all set.

[Someone stop this menace - no, too late. He takes a bite, savoring it for just a moment before muttering "Hell yeah" under his breath. He has the audacity to look pleased with himself.]

God, I haven't had one of these in years. Oh - name's Nick, by the way. You're welcome. Eat responsibly. I don't take criticism.

video;

Apr. 9th, 2020 06:05 am
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[personal profile] herbmixing
[ The camera turns on to reveal a young face, currently in transit. It's Rebecca, walking down one of the broad, bright streets of upper Lunatia. She's a little unused to mobile videos, so occasionally she bobs out of frame. You can see her short hair, the pink choker she perpetually keeps wrapped around her neck, and the top of a green baseball tee. It is the nineties, after all.

More of relevance is probably the flushed cheek, the slightly heavier breathing. Iris is in full effect, and it's not giving her a second of mercy. She gathers herself before starting, eyes flicking over the display to make sure everything is set up and working correctly. ]


...you guys really weren't kidding about the effects of these moons. The physical and physiological changes already didn't make any sense, but this is just-- [ She puffs out a breath, shaking her head. ] Maybe there really is some merit to the lunar effect. We have all sorts of old wives' tales back home about how the full moon makes people go crazy, and we've only got one of them.

[ She pauses, glancing up to cross a street. Once across, she flashes an embarrassed smile at the camera. ]

Anyway. That's not what I wanted to talk about. Now that I'm settled in and things seem...peaceful... [ Her expression creases briefly, a nonverbal "for now". ] I was wondering, how do you all fill up your day?

I'll start! I'm Rebecca. [ She gives the camera a little wave. ] I haven't settled on a job yet, so mostly I'm going to the gym or at the cafe if I'm not in my apartment. I love sweet drinks, so it's nice to just relax in the sunshine with a book. I like playing basketball, and piano too, but those sort of fell by the wayside. All that keeps me busy, but when the moon's full, I'm still kinda lacking strategies to...distract myself.

[ It's about the most polite way she can conjure of saying, "Jesus Christ, nobody told me the moon effects were this bad, I'm going out of my mind here." ]

I figure we should all be trying to help each other out, even if it's just with sharing coping mechanisms. I'm always here to help if you need a medic, or even just a sympathetic ear. So...let me know!

weiss; )
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Will moonlace for pizza.

[That's it, nothing else of value is texted. There's no added information, no limits listed, or preferences for that matter. The only other addition to the text is an attached picture featuring great abs and very low slung pants and little else.

Dante figures that it'll get the point across without saying anything more.]

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