hamburgerhero: (Yℴu just gℴtta ɪgɳɪtε thε lɪght)
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[Compared to his last network announcement America looks much healthier and far happier. He's sitting in his apartment as he speaks over the video feed. His pet goldfish are in a fish bowl behind him.]

I want to send out a thank you to everyone who supported me during my time in the hospital. I was released after recovery and questioning on a good note though it seems the reason for my collapse had nothing to do with Saeng Seong. I have been assured that Canada and the others were returned home safely. AHAHAHA! [Eye twitch. Yeah he still has his suspicions.]

[He clears his throat.] But on to another topic that I feel needs addressing...

Tell me I'm not the only one here who noticed that the closest thing they have to burgers in this world are sad pieces of flavored tofu between pieces of bread. All the beef you ever see is served as steak- hey I love my T-bone but really there are no true American hamburgers here.

I intend to change that! [He puffs out his chest.]

Starting today I'll be looking into locations and suppliers to start a gourmet burger joint here in the city. For all my fellow Americans, I hope to provide you with a little taste of home, and for the rest of you a taste of awesome!

Eventually I'll need employees, and I'm extending an invitation first to my fellow visitors to consider working for me. If you're interested let me know what your experience and skills are.

I'm sure this burger joint will be a great opportunity for us to meet the locals and find out more about them and their city. [This is followed by a very obvious wink wink nudge nudge.]
readytobe: (!!!)
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[Finally, after months of text, there's a voice coming from Mewtwo's post. It's a strange voice, not in the tone but in the way it's transferred from the network directly into the mind. Telepathy!]

I have been asked to relieve the suffering of others... [Actually, the tone of the voice is a little strange as well. That is, he sounds somewhat surprised, in a dazed state.] The voices of the shadows have quieted...I must have been given some kind of gift.

[Hesitation, because this is not something he normally does. He's not actively a hero. But...well...]

...If you need relief...if you need the shadows to be chased away...I am available.
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[the entry starts with Draco suddenly leaning away from the stationary screen, looking relatively bewildered—and not looking at the camera, because he doesn't know what that is or where to find it. he leans back forward, observing the screen, and gives it an uncertain little tap. he mumbles, a little.]

Is it working, then?

[he rolls his eyes and sighs.]

Feel like a sodding idiot...
Well, here goes.

[and, unsure if this is properly doing its thing or not, Draco just hopes that it's working so that he's not literally talking to a wall. Draco seems to decide looking at the screen is probably the best course of action, as he talks—so to those viewing him, his eyecontact isn't direct, but hey, it's not too off!]

Some of you've already met me; my name is Draco Malfoy. I'm a somewhat recent arrival for this embarrassment of a city.

[and, as is characteristic of his house, Draco gets straight to business.]

I heard this was probably the easiest way to contact people conveniently, since there's no other option. I'm looking for a partner—someone to rely on when I start to get ill.

[he prays people get his meaning.]

That said, besides obviously helping the health of whoever steps up to the task, you won't be doing this for nothing. I'm a wizard—I know magical abilities aren't incredibly uncommon around here, but there's a fair bit of magic that can be incredibly convenient in the—[Draco half scowls, half winces,] domestic scheme of things, I guess...

Anyway—a simple exchange of information, such as where we're living or places we frequent, and trust enough to find one another as necessary is all I ask.
brainiest: (spell for frizz??)
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[ Finally having mastered the art of the communication screens properly - admittedly, it took her a little while to work out the difference between answering someone else and making your own video - Hermione has a determined look on her face. She has a few pieces of paper held in her arms, close against her chest, protected by the large hardback book behind them. If anything, she looks like a very upset, if not frustrated, librarian. 

After double checking that the video is on, that she's broadcasting and that she doesn't look as nitwitted as she thinks she does, she musters herself and begins to speak. ]


Hello, everyone. My name is Hermione Granger. [ Okay, now she looks a little more nervous. She just wants to ask questions, she was a professional at that. ] I was wondering if I could ask a few things, if that's alright with anyone watching. 

[ She takes a deep breath before she tugs out one of her papers. ]

I was wondering if anyone knew about the lasting effects of our, um, illnesses, and how long they take? What sort of side-effects can I expect? I've heard a few things, but I'd like a solid basis of comparison just to be sure. Also...

[ Well. This part is... Awkward? Yes, awkward, that's a good word for it. ]

Has anyone else... Read about my life? In books? It's just - I don't remember agreeing to any sort of publication...

[ She sighs, lifting a hand and rubbing her eye gently. She's tired, frustrated and hasn't really slept with all the research she's been attempting. ]

If anyone could help I would appreciate it, very much. Thank you.
soldiernoclass: I didn't notice (maybe just once someone will call me sir)
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[ The second time around, these terminal things are a little easier to figure out. Zack still hasn't gotten the hang of their finer workings (see: anything other than Record and Send), but at least he's past the fifteen minute delay stage.

And he hasn't smashed anything - there's that. Technically, he's still in debt for the last computer he touched. But that's beside the point. ]


I didn't think it'd be this hard to find a decent weapon shop around here. They're usually front and center, y'know? [ Right next to the Items Shop and the Inn, generally. This is very basic city planning. ]

But I probably should've guessed. There's not exactly a lot around here to fight... [ Which is weird, and makes life a little boring - but it definitely isn't a bad thing. He shrugs, flashing the screen a lopsided smile. ] So what I'm saying is, if anybody out there's had better luck, I wouldn't mind a recommendation or two. I can't be the only one who wound up here unarmed, right?

Oh, yeah, and uh... [ He runs a hand down the back of his neck, looking around indecisively (as if that's doing anything to hide the faint hint of color climbing in his suddenly uncomfortable expression). ] If somebody wouldn't mind holding my hand for a while, I'd appreciate it, too. I kinda let that get away from me.

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