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what I want to know is, when I'm asleep, - April 24th, 2012
do I really remember how to fly?
24 April 2012 @ 01:32 am
Really, City?
[ Ariadne is standing in a particularly green part of the labyrinth, trees hanging over the walls. It's still dark, stars peeking through the branches and in the open expanse of sky between the labyrinth walls. ]
Let's put the girl named Ariadne into an actual labyrinth. Funny. You didn't even give me a ball of thread.
[ She's definitely not pleased about this and clearly doesn't find it funny at all, at the moment. At least she's not cold, or unarmed; her trademark red cardigan is on, and she has her throwing knives. Hopefully the deities didn't throw in a minotaur... ]
I guess I'd better start trying to find the way out. If anyone has any leads, I'd appreciate it.
((ooc: network or action is fine!))
[ Ariadne is standing in a particularly green part of the labyrinth, trees hanging over the walls. It's still dark, stars peeking through the branches and in the open expanse of sky between the labyrinth walls. ]
Let's put the girl named Ariadne into an actual labyrinth. Funny. You didn't even give me a ball of thread.
[ She's definitely not pleased about this and clearly doesn't find it funny at all, at the moment. At least she's not cold, or unarmed; her trademark red cardigan is on, and she has her throwing knives. Hopefully the deities didn't throw in a minotaur... ]
I guess I'd better start trying to find the way out. If anyone has any leads, I'd appreciate it.
((ooc: network or action is fine!))
24 April 2012 @ 07:00 am
[First thing to notice, the device seems to be surrounded by a lot of white and green and blue. And the device seems to be moving slightly, swaying back and forth. There's also a faint humming-buzz sound, almost like a hummingbirds wings. The device is set down and all people get is a view of someone with very blonde, very long hair from behind. They're in a shimmery white dress and they have very large wings that flutter and buzz on occasion. The person, whoever it is, is crouching and looking at something outside of the blue and green and it's more and more obvious by the second that this person is in a flower.
Whoever it is, or whatever since clearly it's not human, turns to look at the device.
Oh. It's Charlie. What. She gives the camera a smirk and a slight wink before putting a finger over her lips. It's about that time that something is heard moving around outside, something that clanks and grumbles to itself and whatever it is, Charlie doesn't like it. She sees it but it's not visible just yet. Charlie waits, crouched slightly, head craned forward and then this lovely gentleman passes by. Charlie seems to cringe away from him, arms over her head and eyes closed tight but the creature continues on. Charlie watches him for a moment and something occurs that she doesn't like because suddenly there is the mother of all glares on her face and she zips out of the flower. The device is left behind to pick up pained shouts from the creature as it runs by, arms waving over its head as Charlie dive-bombs him repeatedly, pulling hair and ears and finally removing his hat, much to his displeasure. Charlie flies off with it and drops it in the fountain nearby and when Hoggle bends to retrieve it, she flies at him again. Something she does overbalances him and he falls in and when Charlie returns to her device, she speaks.]
Visit the gardens. See if I care. But don't harass the fairies. Don't spray us with whatever that guy was spraying us with. It's rude. And don't ask us to do nice things like grant wishes or whatever it is you think fairies do. That's a lie.
[She reaches over, switches the device off and will be somewhere in Xanadu for your harassing pleasure.]
[ooc: pretend she's blonde in her icons. That'd be super. I couldn't find any with the right facial expressions.]
Whoever it is, or whatever since clearly it's not human, turns to look at the device.
Oh. It's Charlie. What. She gives the camera a smirk and a slight wink before putting a finger over her lips. It's about that time that something is heard moving around outside, something that clanks and grumbles to itself and whatever it is, Charlie doesn't like it. She sees it but it's not visible just yet. Charlie waits, crouched slightly, head craned forward and then this lovely gentleman passes by. Charlie seems to cringe away from him, arms over her head and eyes closed tight but the creature continues on. Charlie watches him for a moment and something occurs that she doesn't like because suddenly there is the mother of all glares on her face and she zips out of the flower. The device is left behind to pick up pained shouts from the creature as it runs by, arms waving over its head as Charlie dive-bombs him repeatedly, pulling hair and ears and finally removing his hat, much to his displeasure. Charlie flies off with it and drops it in the fountain nearby and when Hoggle bends to retrieve it, she flies at him again. Something she does overbalances him and he falls in and when Charlie returns to her device, she speaks.]
Visit the gardens. See if I care. But don't harass the fairies. Don't spray us with whatever that guy was spraying us with. It's rude. And don't ask us to do nice things like grant wishes or whatever it is you think fairies do. That's a lie.
[She reaches over, switches the device off and will be somewhere in Xanadu for your harassing pleasure.]
[ooc: pretend she's blonde in her icons. That'd be super. I couldn't find any with the right facial expressions.]
24 April 2012 @ 08:06 am
You know I was just gonna say that yesterday was a nice quiet day. Now the City's turned into a maze. Guess I should be glad I didn't speak too soon. And maybe I should've skipped my morning jog today.
[Yep, the Labyrinth has him and it's turned his morning jog into an adventure. He won't admit to being lost though... not yet anyway.]
[Yep, the Labyrinth has him and it's turned his morning jog into an adventure. He won't admit to being lost though... not yet anyway.]
Current Mood: 
lost
lost24 April 2012 @ 08:47 am
[ Well, now that he's gone and fibbed about looking for a job, Arthur's found himself in the peculiar position of having to find a job. And so, classified in hand, our brave Arthur has set forth into the wilderness! Except... ]
Merlin, I know you said to take a left at-- [ Arthur stops and makes the most disgusted face he can manage to make without actually hurting himself. ] What is that stench?
[ oh yes, Arthur's discovered the lingering odor of the bog of eternal stench. It's a shame really. No matter which way he turns, he'll be caught right in the middle of it. I guess interviews are out for the day.Someone truly needs to teach Arthur the art of private filters. ]
Merlin, I know you said to take a left at-- [ Arthur stops and makes the most disgusted face he can manage to make without actually hurting himself. ] What is that stench?
[ oh yes, Arthur's discovered the lingering odor of the bog of eternal stench. It's a shame really. No matter which way he turns, he'll be caught right in the middle of it. I guess interviews are out for the day.
24 April 2012 @ 09:14 am
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[The sweet sound of singing has drawn you this way, guided you through the garden labyrinth and its tall hedgegroves. This little courtyard is almost completely overgrown, covered with shade and heady with the scent of flowers. The flickering portal casts an eerie light over the turqouise grass and violet flowers. Where does it lead? To the citadel? To home? Or back to the beginning?
Maybe that depends on what you pay him: the boy dressed in white with the big blue eyes, flowers in his hair and many glittering strands of beads and jewels and shells draped around his thin neck. He led you here with his song, aren't you grateful? Best hope you are, there are many eyes watching from the circle of trees, their stares heavy and attentive. Their stirring on their perches, leaves rustling, disconcerting.
Jast, however, smiles brightly in greeting. Don't be frightened.]
Are you lost, traveler?
[[ooc; Jast will be taking various sparkly/valuable/important-to-you things in exchange for his door. I would also like to make a post of him shyly returning them once this curse has worn off 8'| italics is and forever will be Jast's translated birdsong, it's understandable to everyone this post. Check out his permissions if you've got a moment though.]]
24 April 2012 @ 11:45 am
[There once was a boy named Neil McCormick and he led a rather strange but relativly normal life - when compared with the things he's found and experienced in the City, anyway. So many people from so many different places and curses at every turn, it seemed, and -
But I'm digressing.
The boy named Neil woke up one morning and found he wasn't quite in his bedroom - or his apartment at all - and that he wasn't quite himself. He's in a labyrinth and he's dressed in something... gossamer - a shirt with long sleeves and loose trousers and barely concealing anything underneath - and his ears are... pointed at the tips and his eyes are the bluest blue, with no pupils. He doesn't know that yet, having no mirror.
But I'm digressing again...
The device turns on to reveal the a close-up of a hedge before being turned to face this strange person, who is crouching and sort of familiar to people he might know.]
I seem to be lost...
But I'm digressing.
The boy named Neil woke up one morning and found he wasn't quite in his bedroom - or his apartment at all - and that he wasn't quite himself. He's in a labyrinth and he's dressed in something... gossamer - a shirt with long sleeves and loose trousers and barely concealing anything underneath - and his ears are... pointed at the tips and his eyes are the bluest blue, with no pupils. He doesn't know that yet, having no mirror.
But I'm digressing again...
The device turns on to reveal the a close-up of a hedge before being turned to face this strange person, who is crouching and sort of familiar to people he might know.]
I seem to be lost...
24 April 2012 @ 12:41 pm
[In the forest, dark and deep, who could be watching the tread of your feet? As you go, you will find your path is blocked by bramble and vine. If you wish to be on your way, with this faerie you'll have to play. She's a tiny sprite of bark and thorn, but beware if her you scorn. She is the gatekeeper on this path, and now you must preform your task, or back you go! No questions asked.]
How irritating. [A small voice complaining, but from where? The faerie steps out into the open, a long train of tangled thorns trailing after her. She wraps them around herself like a little cloak, frowning up at her visitor.] To pass zhis way you must answer my riddle. I 'ope you are clever enough not to waste my time.
[Never change, Marie.]
How irritating. [A small voice complaining, but from where? The faerie steps out into the open, a long train of tangled thorns trailing after her. She wraps them around herself like a little cloak, frowning up at her visitor.] To pass zhis way you must answer my riddle. I 'ope you are clever enough not to waste my time.
[Never change, Marie.]
24 April 2012 @ 01:04 pm
[Video Post]
[Blink--! Darkness at first and movement and flickers of silvery light and the sounds of low voices and music. But nothing to see. Not at first. Well, not at first. After a moment, all that can be seen, really, are a pair of kohl-smeared green-gold-green eyes peering out from behind a mask. These do not depart, but they do draw back and perhaps they (and the face around them) are familiar--it's Cain, yes, but also not quite Cain. Or Cain as he is when he is not in his right mind. And such an expression: a haughty mix of disdain, boredom, idleness, and curiosity. One wonders what the Network device looks like to such a face.
Not that he spends too much time considering the device. He leans away from it, into what, for lack of a better term for it, must be a small settee or sofa all covered in silvery damask (though it seems, even from this brief glimpse, to be a little misshapen and malformed, as though it were less made than grown). And now the rest of the strange finery he's wearing can be seen: velvets and satins and silks and lace sewn together in a style less like any particular era and more like a combination of one time or another. A jacket from one century, a tie from another, and none of it looking quite as it should but as though someone had these things described to them or saw all these things in dreams. He turns his attention away from the device--a languid turn--and looks out to the room at large. The device is turned just enough to show some of what he sees:
A ballroom--as if that could be any surprised--and a crowd there already. They seem dressed just as strangely, in just as much bedraggled and re-purposed finery, long gowns and velvet coats, torn lace and filigree flowers. And they're all masked as he is--strange masks, misshapen things too, like everything is here. Perhaps even the room itself seems a little misshapen--like a chamber inside a shell or the hollows behind gilt flowers on a mirror. The whole room shimmers, though, with mirrors and with hanging silk. None of it can be seen too clearly or too well, but there is a sense of it, this strange place.
There is dancing, yes, but only a little. The music is low (one wonders on what instruments it might be played). The dancers seem bored. A great many more of them seem to be sitting on other benches and chairs (as bulbous and weird as this first one) or standing at the walls (some behind twisted and shell-like columns). They are waiting. They are biding their time, they are making idle chatter, and they are waiting.
There's little to see here. The green-gold-green eyes turn back to the device. Have you seen enough? the look suggests. Even if you haven't, that's enough for now. One can't see all of these things, not so soon. Nor, perhaps, will one ever see all of it. So that's enough. His hand stirs, a finger or two drift over the lens of the device (could it be as weirdly shaped as everything else in this room?), and then the whole image falls into the dark again as the feed is cut in a--
--blink.]
[//video post ends]
[ooc: Well, someone has to be a goblin nobleman. That would be Cain. Not the goblin king, but just a goblin earl. He's lounging around the fantastic mirrored ballroom with all the other goblin lords and ladies (although everyone here might just be imagined), waiting for something to happen. Let's hope something does. (Apologies for raiding the "Dream of Doll" website--he's not wearing the hat, of course, and his whole outfit might be a little different from that, but it's an idea of what he's wearing for the day.) Do, please, come and bother him! He might go out and walk around in the Labyrinth himself too. And why not?]
[Blink--! Darkness at first and movement and flickers of silvery light and the sounds of low voices and music. But nothing to see. Not at first. Well, not at first. After a moment, all that can be seen, really, are a pair of kohl-smeared green-gold-green eyes peering out from behind a mask. These do not depart, but they do draw back and perhaps they (and the face around them) are familiar--it's Cain, yes, but also not quite Cain. Or Cain as he is when he is not in his right mind. And such an expression: a haughty mix of disdain, boredom, idleness, and curiosity. One wonders what the Network device looks like to such a face.
Not that he spends too much time considering the device. He leans away from it, into what, for lack of a better term for it, must be a small settee or sofa all covered in silvery damask (though it seems, even from this brief glimpse, to be a little misshapen and malformed, as though it were less made than grown). And now the rest of the strange finery he's wearing can be seen: velvets and satins and silks and lace sewn together in a style less like any particular era and more like a combination of one time or another. A jacket from one century, a tie from another, and none of it looking quite as it should but as though someone had these things described to them or saw all these things in dreams. He turns his attention away from the device--a languid turn--and looks out to the room at large. The device is turned just enough to show some of what he sees:
A ballroom--as if that could be any surprised--and a crowd there already. They seem dressed just as strangely, in just as much bedraggled and re-purposed finery, long gowns and velvet coats, torn lace and filigree flowers. And they're all masked as he is--strange masks, misshapen things too, like everything is here. Perhaps even the room itself seems a little misshapen--like a chamber inside a shell or the hollows behind gilt flowers on a mirror. The whole room shimmers, though, with mirrors and with hanging silk. None of it can be seen too clearly or too well, but there is a sense of it, this strange place.
There is dancing, yes, but only a little. The music is low (one wonders on what instruments it might be played). The dancers seem bored. A great many more of them seem to be sitting on other benches and chairs (as bulbous and weird as this first one) or standing at the walls (some behind twisted and shell-like columns). They are waiting. They are biding their time, they are making idle chatter, and they are waiting.
There's little to see here. The green-gold-green eyes turn back to the device. Have you seen enough? the look suggests. Even if you haven't, that's enough for now. One can't see all of these things, not so soon. Nor, perhaps, will one ever see all of it. So that's enough. His hand stirs, a finger or two drift over the lens of the device (could it be as weirdly shaped as everything else in this room?), and then the whole image falls into the dark again as the feed is cut in a--
--blink.]
[//video post ends]
[ooc: Well, someone has to be a goblin nobleman. That would be Cain. Not the goblin king, but just a goblin earl. He's lounging around the fantastic mirrored ballroom with all the other goblin lords and ladies (although everyone here might just be imagined), waiting for something to happen. Let's hope something does. (Apologies for raiding the "Dream of Doll" website--he's not wearing the hat, of course, and his whole outfit might be a little different from that, but it's an idea of what he's wearing for the day.) Do, please, come and bother him! He might go out and walk around in the Labyrinth himself too. And why not?]
Current Location: Goblin Castle Ballroom
24 April 2012 @ 05:03 pm
Where the hell are we?
[ Liam frowned and shook his feathery head ] I have no idea. Not in the City.
Wherever it is, I hate it. It's hot, it's humid, there are annoying trees everywhere, I can't see where I'm--
[ WHUMP
That would be the sound of Elliot not paying attention to where he's going and slamming into a hefty tree branch. Ordinarily, he'd just topple over into the dirt, but today is no ordinary day. As his body is falling forward, his head goes flying backwards to land on the ground a few feet away, rolling until it hits the tip of Liam's left foot. ]
[ Liam cries out a warning only to---
FLOMP
He tripped over said head.
... and left a leg behind. ]
Elliot. [ Liam pushes his glasses back on his nose as he sits up with (some) dignity ] I do believe you've lost your head. [ he knew it was bound to happen sometime. He just didn't think it'd be so soon. ]
Don't be ridiculous! I know exactly where my head is.
[ See? The body's even going to prove it by scrabbling up to it's feet and drunkenly lurching towards where Liam stands with Elliot's hand. Too bad it trips over Liam's leg first.
It's another minute before Elliot's body reaches Liam, at which point it grabs its head and promptly sticks it back on its neck.
Backwards. ]
[ Liam stifles a laugh ] Yes, I do believe you do.
((ooc: Liam and Elliot have turned into a firey from the labyrinth. Enjoy playing with their heads! or whatever other body part happens to just, well... come off.))
[ Liam frowned and shook his feathery head ] I have no idea. Not in the City.
Wherever it is, I hate it. It's hot, it's humid, there are annoying trees everywhere, I can't see where I'm--
[ WHUMP
That would be the sound of Elliot not paying attention to where he's going and slamming into a hefty tree branch. Ordinarily, he'd just topple over into the dirt, but today is no ordinary day. As his body is falling forward, his head goes flying backwards to land on the ground a few feet away, rolling until it hits the tip of Liam's left foot. ]
[ Liam cries out a warning only to---
FLOMP
He tripped over said head.
... and left a leg behind. ]
Elliot. [ Liam pushes his glasses back on his nose as he sits up with (some) dignity ] I do believe you've lost your head. [ he knew it was bound to happen sometime. He just didn't think it'd be so soon. ]
Don't be ridiculous! I know exactly where my head is.
[ See? The body's even going to prove it by scrabbling up to it's feet and drunkenly lurching towards where Liam stands with Elliot's hand. Too bad it trips over Liam's leg first.
It's another minute before Elliot's body reaches Liam, at which point it grabs its head and promptly sticks it back on its neck.
Backwards. ]
[ Liam stifles a laugh ] Yes, I do believe you do.
((ooc: Liam and Elliot have turned into a firey from the labyrinth. Enjoy playing with their heads! or whatever other body part happens to just, well... come off.))
24 April 2012 @ 05:38 pm
[The first thing the camera picks up is a mass of bright blue smoke, then, moments later, there's a hand waving some of it away. Percy appears, looking much more disheveled than he usually does: tie gone, sleeves rolled up, the first few buttons of his shirt undone to reveal the vest beneath, stained with multicolored soot, and there's more of the same on his forehead and cheeks. His hair is a wreck - and, interestingly, electric blue.]
Is that it, then? Explosions and smoke?
[He shakes his head, reaching for a pen, when a woman's voice interrupts, barely holding back laughter.]
Perce. Your hair.
What? Oh, Merlin's beard! Where's my wand? Finite!
[Nothing.]
Finite! Finite incantatem!
[Still nothing. Grinning, Ginny joins him, eyeing his hair thoughtfully.]
I don't know, I rather like it. It really brings out your eyes, you know?
[He swats in her general direction, still scowling in the mirror.]
See if you can find an antidote; there's bound to be one in here somewhere. I'm not leaving the shop with blue hair.
You sure? You'd have girls falling all over you in a heartbeat. [She smirks, adding sweetly,] Blue's everyone's favourite colour.
Oh, go away.
[Ginny leaves, flicking her hair over her shoulders and still laughing as she goes. Percy glances around, then picks up the phone, frowning.]
What the - ? Oh, no.
[Flushing, he quickly ends the connection.]
Is that it, then? Explosions and smoke?
[He shakes his head, reaching for a pen, when a woman's voice interrupts, barely holding back laughter.]
Perce. Your hair.
What? Oh, Merlin's beard! Where's my wand? Finite!
[Nothing.]
Finite! Finite incantatem!
[Still nothing. Grinning, Ginny joins him, eyeing his hair thoughtfully.]
I don't know, I rather like it. It really brings out your eyes, you know?
[He swats in her general direction, still scowling in the mirror.]
See if you can find an antidote; there's bound to be one in here somewhere. I'm not leaving the shop with blue hair.
You sure? You'd have girls falling all over you in a heartbeat. [She smirks, adding sweetly,] Blue's everyone's favourite colour.
Oh, go away.
[Ginny leaves, flicking her hair over her shoulders and still laughing as she goes. Percy glances around, then picks up the phone, frowning.]
What the - ? Oh, no.
[Flushing, he quickly ends the connection.]
24 April 2012 @ 08:30 pm
[ Pepper had been walking around the transformed City, trying to find someone or something familiar, when suddenly she'd fallen down a hole she hadn't noticed was there. Now, she's not only lost in the labyrinthine maze, she's also stuck in a deep stone pit. ]
Whoever can hear me, I could use some help. I can't describe where I am geographically because I honestly have no idea, but I'm in a hole with no doors or tunnels or footholds in the walls; the only way out is the open roof which is maybe ...fifteen or twenty feet up.
I realize that's not much to go on, but if you see a hole in the cobblestones, I guess, look down and see if I'm down there. In any case, try not to fall in one yourself.
Whoever can hear me, I could use some help. I can't describe where I am geographically because I honestly have no idea, but I'm in a hole with no doors or tunnels or footholds in the walls; the only way out is the open roof which is maybe ...fifteen or twenty feet up.
I realize that's not much to go on, but if you see a hole in the cobblestones, I guess, look down and see if I'm down there. In any case, try not to fall in one yourself.
24 April 2012 @ 08:48 pm
No, you don't want to go that way.
[The voice seems to come out of no where, but if you turn around and look closely at the wall behind you, you'll find a small, fluffy, blue worm watching you. He's not happy about having to lie, but it's his job. Besides....]
Would you like to come inside for a spot of tea instead? [You're not really in a hurry to get out of here, are you? Humor him or not? Or call him on his lies about directions?]
[ooc: And pretend I posted this three hours ago.]
[The voice seems to come out of no where, but if you turn around and look closely at the wall behind you, you'll find a small, fluffy, blue worm watching you. He's not happy about having to lie, but it's his job. Besides....]
Would you like to come inside for a spot of tea instead? [You're not really in a hurry to get out of here, are you? Humor him or not? Or call him on his lies about directions?]
[ooc: And pretend I posted this three hours ago.]
24 April 2012 @ 10:42 pm
Did I turn this on correctly?
[There is a tapping noise, as Herc prods his communication device with a meaty finger.]
Hello? This is Hercules, Lion of Olympus, mighty Avenger, Prince of Power and son of Zeus. I... this isn't a pocket universe created by my sometimes treacherous step-mother Hera, is it? Only I'm pretty sure that was where I was going to end up but this isn't quite her particular style at all.
Also, I think I am getting strange looks from the locals. You'd think they'd never seen a man in a battle-ready outfit before. So really, I have two important questions to ask, to whoever is listening. One, where am I? Two, and most importantly, where can I get a drink?
[There is a tapping noise, as Herc prods his communication device with a meaty finger.]
Hello? This is Hercules, Lion of Olympus, mighty Avenger, Prince of Power and son of Zeus. I... this isn't a pocket universe created by my sometimes treacherous step-mother Hera, is it? Only I'm pretty sure that was where I was going to end up but this isn't quite her particular style at all.
Also, I think I am getting strange looks from the locals. You'd think they'd never seen a man in a battle-ready outfit before. So really, I have two important questions to ask, to whoever is listening. One, where am I? Two, and most importantly, where can I get a drink?