oo2 ∞ this is jezebel in hell [visual]

[phoenixsays.livejournal.com]

Zorya has gotten reasonably acquainted with Taxon, in her estimation, and it's time to get to know the locals. She's had a perfectly adequate excuse for laying low for a while, but socializing comes too naturally for her to stay in the background long. She switches her tablet on while sitting in the middle of the indoor stairs inside her beloved and incredibly lavish Palais Garnier--yes, she's living in the Paris Opera House, she loves it--flashing a lazily pleased smile as soon as she knows she's broadcasting.

"I just wanted to thank dear Mr. Rayne for doing me a good turn when I arrived. And the rest of you who chimed in helpfully; I was a little stressed," even if she...didn't really do a lot to demonstrate as much, "but as you can see, I've found what I brought from my world and settled in quite well, in my opinion!"

She has a bottle of alcohol nearby, presently unopened (Johnnie Walker Excelsior, because if she's going to drink, as she is considering, it's going to be both potent and absurd), and rests one hand on the top of the bottle, considering it absently. It's visible at the edge of the tablet screen.

"But some things you can't get from home. Newspapers. Certain aspects of culture...we're all foreigners here, aren't we? None of us more important than the others." She sounds amused by the prospect, but maybe she's used to it. "Some of us are missing specific previously omnipresent cultural figures- like a man I knew who said, and he was so very serious about this one: 'Let me tell you something else about the character of God. If necessary, God would raise up a tyrant--a man who might not have the best ethics--to protect the freedom and the interests of the ethical...and the godly.'"

She mimics the preacher's sonorous, emphatic manner of speaking, finishing with a tremble of something almost like laughter in her voice, as though she can't keep up the act.

"He was famous for saying things like that. Kind of hard to be famous here, isn't it? I like that. Anyway, all I wanted was to thank my good Samaritans; if you want a drink, you just let me know, I am certainly not going to finish this thing all on my little lonesome."

eight | visual and text | if you wanna play it like a game

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

To the Master:



>>Your move.

[holo] they are cute for science

[taxcollectors.livejournal.com]

Midday in Taxon, there is a special arrival.

Two very exceptionally large hamsters stand on the platform of the Sanctuary's arrival room. One, pale caramel with white underbelly and gray stripes, takes immediately to unconsciously preening itself before squeaking out triumphantly, "Oh! It worked!"

The other, white with exceptionally long white fur about its head to go with its exceptional height, claps its little forepaws together and smiles a bright hamster smile. "It did! Fully synced?" There's a moment of hesitation before it realizes that, yes, it did just think and speak at the same time. Then, with a squeak to go with its fellow's, "...Fully synced!"

"Oh! Oh, yes," says the first as it approaches the tablet, ready for its big moment, "Hello citizens! Hellooo!" It waves cheerily as it speaks, "So wonderful to see you!"

"Yes! Wonderful!" The other follows the first, with a happy shake of its long fur.

( LONG WINDED HAMSTERS ARE LONG WINDED )

"Question time now! Can't wait to hear from you!" The second appears almost giddy, bouncing lightly on its hind-paws as it addresses the city. "You're such wonderful personalities, aren't you? Do hurry, can't stay long!"

The first pipes up with a squeak, "Limited time offer!"

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A short time later, when all their little conversations are not quite done, but as finished as they'll ever possibly get considering, they wave a little sadly at the tablet.

The second pipes up with a squeaky hamster sigh and shake of its long fur, "Hate to leave!"

"Oh," the first agrees, sounding happy but tired from all the excitement of talking to the citizens they've watched for so long, "we do! But we must!"

"Toodles!"

With the tiniest little shiver in the holo display, the two of them disappear from the arrival chamber, still waving to the citizens.