22 April 2012 @ 03:31 am
If anyone has any pictures of me, I'd appreciate it if they were turned over or burned, lest other measures must be taken.

[ the unspoken implication is "lest i have to come retrieve them from you." ]

I'd rather my face wasn't circulating through this place.

ooc | anyone can find pictures of her, i'm totally down for that.
17 April 2012 @ 04:06 pm
[ the camera slowly pans around an apartment to reveal every single surface covered in tribbles. every. single. surface. couch, kitchen counter, windowsill, television, everything.

there's a minute of silence, and then natasha's voice comes from behind the camera, utterly deadpan. ]

I don't suppose anyone has the number of a good exterminator.
20 March 2012 @ 05:27 pm
[ natasha is actually out and about today. at the moment she's picking up a coffee, obvious impatience on her face as she waits for it to be ready. ]

I've never had much patience for incompetance. At this rate, I could have grown the beans and brewed it myself.

[ there's an indignant sound from behind the counter. natasha raises an eyebrow, challenging, before disconnecting the feed. ]

ooc | natasha's cursed! feel free to bump into her or reply here at your own risk.
11 March 2012 @ 01:54 pm
[ natasha sounds so transparently irritated. the tap tap tap of her fingers against the comm are in time to the song blaring in the background, despite her obvious disapproval. ]

Well, isn't this annoying.
28 February 2012 @ 02:19 pm
[ natasha looks tired, sunburnt and she's shaking sand from her hair. thank goodness thor fixed her bathroom, because all she wants is a bath. ]

I think I've had enough sun for a lifetime.

Who else made it back?
03 February 2012 @ 07:31 pm
This is possibly the most amusing curse yet, although I suspect tomorrow will be even more so.

[ there's a pause, then a breath of laughter before she disconnects. ]
31 January 2012 @ 03:23 pm
--like this?

[ Hello, City. Instead of more people discovering sand in things, this accidental broadcast seems to be showing two familiar ladies doing... something outside. Natasha is pressed up against Ariadne's back, one hand on the shorter woman's hip as she slides her back slightly, adjusting the way she's standing. ]

This gives us a better angle.

[ Natasha's other hand is on Ariadne's arm, and now she's shifting that, too. ]

Eyes forward.

[ There's a quiet noise of assent from Ariadne, and then Natasha shifts, tucking some hair behind Ariadne's ear. Lips close in, moving as the redhead says something. It's probably a wonderful sight for some of the City's residents...

...and then something shiny and sharp flies out of Ariadne's hand, embedding itself in one of the targets and making some sand trickle off the top upon impact. ]

I did it!

[ And that, City, is how to use throwing knives. ]

((ooc: regular black is Ariadne, bold is Natasha, and we make no apologies.))
29 January 2012 @ 02:31 pm
What a lot of fuss over a few extra people.

[ ooc | face twins are a-okay, no telling her she's not real and no duplicates please. ]