[ text ] sweet sweet capitalism

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(Contact via tablet for a quote)

III. [Holo]

[lionofolympus.livejournal.com]

Hercules was not quite planning a big production number. But when he started thinking about what it would be like to actual settle into this place, well... the song in his heart became the song he was singing out loud.

( lulz, cut for lyrics )

Herc then pauses, having totally diva-ed out during that whole thing.

"What didst just happen?"

[Visual/ Location: Wolfram and Hart]

[supercompacted.livejournal.com]

The video shows the interior of the Wolfram and Hart law office, for those that are familiar with it. It actually starts in the science lab, which is very high tech for 2004. The way the image bounces, it's obvious someone's wearing this tablet, probably on one wrist. A small feminine hand picks up a beaker, then sets it back down again, with a sigh.

The video passes out of the lab and down a hall, into a small room that has a great deal of weapons. The person in question moves almost immediately to a flamethrower, picks it up, and continues on her way.

She then walks to the main lobby, then back to the offices. There's a small gasp as she reaches Wesley's office, which is ripped to shreds. The video stops bouncing around entirely for a moment, then moves slowly into the room. The flamethrower is taken off and carefully set down next to what remains of the desk, and the video is near floor level as she tries to pick out books that aren't damaged in some manner.

001 — [ holo ] arrival˳

[sneersgenetic.livejournal.com]

Connor was not intending on ending up in the arrival room of an underground alien city this fine morning, as is evident by the distinct 'what the hell' look on his face. His hand is near his mouth in a fist, almost as if he was brushing his teeth not just a moment ago. In fact, he was, as is indicated by the pause and the step off to the side wherein he spits out the toothpaste that was still in his mouth. Coming back into view, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, takes a good look around and sighs.

"...again? Seriously. I need a scoreboard for this. Okay, let's go with the basics: Who are you, what do you want, did my father piss you off? ...it's probably the latter. He really needs to stop doing that or, at least, give me a heads up first."

And then he's patting himself down, starting at his waist and going around to the back, where he pauses and frowns. Then, he bends over and lifts up his left pant leg. Again, he frowns. Connor straightens back up and puts his hands on his hips, blowing at his hair— he kind of needs a haircut, but...isn't going to get one at any point in the near future. No stake, no dagger. He's always got something on him, whether he's actually going patrolling or just going to class, like he was intending on doing before he found himself here. It's kind of a necessity when you're the son of the man who's currently being targeted by the Demon Lords of Los Angeles; you never know when one of them is going to try and scratch you out.

For all he knows, this is part of that. It's certainly not being ruled out as an option.

"Great. I'm kidnapped and I'm unarmed." Yet, he shrugs at this and makes a sort of indifferent meh kind of noise. "Old fashioned way, then."

The teenager will then occupy this space of time with shoving his hands in his pockets and rocking back on his heels, making a distinct 'bored, now' face and just sort of...waiting. But, he's not very good with being patient and pulls his hands out of his pockets, slapping his palms against his thighs as he asks of the empty room, "Now what?"

[ visual ] | [ location: castle summers ] oh no don't you touch my boyfriend he's not your boyfriend

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

When the feed first clicks on, everything seems normal. Just your average, everyday pain in the butt accidental video post facilitated by your friendly neighborhood nosy alien overlords. Dawn is looking through her closet, staring at her clothes consideringly.

Then, out of nowhere? Electric guitars, sounding out the intro to--

"Now listen--
Not a dime, I can't pay my rent
I can barely make it through the week
Saturday night I'd like to make my girl
But right now I can't make ends meet."

That. Dawn is suddenly in motion, dancing around her room in a way that's both appropriate for a Whitesnake video and seemingly previously choreographed. And the guitars have been joined by drums and bass, also seemingly out of nowhere.

"I'm always working slaving every day
Gotta get away from that same old same old
I need a chance just to get away
If you could hear me think this is what I'd say--"

Pause for some serious rocker face, right at the tablet.

"Don't need nothing but a good time
How can I resist?
Ain't looking for nothing but a good time
And it don't get better than this."

Then as soon as it starts, the music cuts out and Dawn is left blinking in confusion, hairbrush clenched tight in her hand.

"Oh, wow. That was. Really, really weird."

[ visual ] | [ location: sookie's house ] when god-fearin' women get the blues

[lajolieblonde.livejournal.com]

Sookie is puttering around her kitchen when her tablet turns on. There's a minute or two of just her cooking, carefully washing each dish after use. She looks tired-- and not because of any dreams, so certain vampires can just keep their damn mouths shut about it; it's not polite to tell a woman about her eyebags, anyway-- but it's clear the kitchen is helping comfort her.

But then she sets down the bowl she's adding flour to and sighs, and a moment later the music swells.

"Closed off from love, I didn't need the pain
Once or twice was enough and it was all in vain
Time starts to pass before you know it you're frozen.

But something happened for the very first time with you
My heart melted to the ground, found something true
And everyone's looking 'round, thinking I'm going crazy."

That's when the invisible backup singers chime in. Sookie dances around her kitchen, her voice getting louder.

"But I don't care what they say, I'm in love with you
They try to pull me away but they don't know the truth
My heart's crippled by the vein that I keep on closing

You cut me open
And I keep bleeding, keep keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding, I keep keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding, keep keep bleeding love
You cut me open."

She's singing into a spatula now, but her serious expression suggests she's under the impression it's a microphone.

"Trying hard not to hear but they talk so loud
Their piercing sounds fill my ears try to fill me with doubt
Yet I know that the goal is to keep me from falling

But nothing's greater than the rush
That comes with your embrace
And in this world of loneliness I see your face
Yet everyone around me thinks that I'm going crazy
Maybe, maybe

But I don't care what they say, I'm in love with you
They try to pull me away but they don't know the truth
My heart's crippled by the vein that I keep on closing."

The song's reaching a crescendo now, and Sookie gears up for the glory notes. (Gearing up seems to include lots of serious singer faces and meaningful hand gestures. For the record.)

"You cut me open
And I keep bleeding, keep keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding, I keep keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding, keep keep bleeding love
You cut me open

And it's draining all of me
Oh, they find it hard to believe
I'll be wearing these scars for everyone to see."

She touches her neck at that line, where Bill bit her, because too on the nose song choices are awesome.

"I don't care what they say, I'm in love with you
They try to pull me away but they don't know the truth
My heart's crippled by the vein that I keep on closing

You cut me open
And I keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding, I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love

You cut me open
And I keep bleeding, keep keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding, I keep keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding, keep keep bleeding love

You cut me open
And I keep bleeding, keep keep bleeding love."

As the song trails off, Sookie finds herself laying half over the counter, hand clasped to her chest. Flushing bright red, she straightens up and glances around nervously.

"Oh my Lord." Glancing at the counter, she sees the recording light and goes even redder.


[ ooc | i do not apologize. >.> TROLL AWAY. ]

visual :: later he saw that each weed was a singular knife

[oneofthequick.livejournal.com]

One moment, he is Uther Doul, a quiet, occasionally sly mercenary in the employ of Lady Petrana, and in the next, he is En-Doul. While he appears younger, it's unlikely that will be the first thing people notice. Far more shocking is that his skin is darker, no longer tanned by the salt and sea, but chymically tanned into well-crafted leather . After assuring himself that he is whole and hale, he examines his surroundings. The room is strange and brighter than he's become accustomed to, but his eyes are no longer susceptible to being injured by sudden changes in light. Instead of organic tissue, attached to the orbital socket is a thin inlay of metal, housing a pair of translucent, milky spheres. In dim light, it's possible to discern a pale, blue light at the core of the glass.

The window is open and the room is cool, but despite only wearing a linen kilt, fine sandals, and a pectoral necklace made of tiny, iridescent blue feathers. Unexpectedly, there is a strange silver bracelet grafted onto his wrist and while this is odd, the tablet on a nearby table is even stranger. On the top right corner, there is an icon labelled in Quiesy that reads [Lost?]. Tapping the image brings up a short file that explains where he is, what a glitch is, what is likely expected of him, and how to send out a video message.

[I have been told that I ought to introduce myself here and mention that I am 'glitched'. I am unsure if your devices will be able to translate my speech. Failing that, I have been advised to contact Deadman Brucolac.] During the entire time he signs out his message, En-Doul is completely silent and while it looks as if his mouth is just closed, it is actually sewn shut. Wisely, he never bought into the fad for detailed embroidery.