TWELVE.

Dec. 26th, 2010 03:33 am
failhound: (OMFG GTFO)
VIDEO


[CRUNCH.

you get nothing but DARKNESS--

--ZZZAAPP annnd light!]

... Ow! Stupid--

[there's a shift, and then something moves in the light; are those shoe treads? quite possibly! the screen is still partly obscured so it's probably hard to really tell wtf is happening]

'Tch, I know this shock! Don't think you can--

[CLUNK, SCRABBLESCRABBLE, THUD.

HERE HAVE NORA'S FACE -- it's covered in dirt and there are leaves in his hair and he looks approximately as cheerful as ever]

--hide anymore, stupid thing, why did I bother running around so damn long for--

[the comm gets bumped a bit, and you can sort of see hints of foliage and whatnot up above, cut off by... walls of dirt? if you are observant, welcome to a hole in the ground!

this is also the point at which Nora's muttering and cursing devolves into growling and flat out vengeful stomping on the device

... and just before he stomps on the power button?]

--what kinda sock is that??

[OOC: BACKDATED TO THE 25TH, MERRY BELATED CHRISTMAS, DISCO.

So Nora got lost in the forest tracking down a monster. That stole his comm. And buried it.

And then he had to dig it up.

... THAT'S HIS STORY AND HE'S STICKING TO IT!!]

TEN.

Oct. 19th, 2010 01:00 am
failhound: (i got nothin'.)
VOICE


[there's silence for a few moments, and then a low growl that filters into the words that follow]

How hard is it supposed to be to find a doctor in a damn hospital? Huh?!

[another silence]

I wanna talk to one. Right now.

[click.]

[OOC: Kicked it on the 14th (please note that it was an offscreen death and thus probably not explicitly known to anyone, though you may or may not have noticed his extended absence), recently revived, stalking the hospital like a thundercloud. Feel free to poke him, but he'll probably be even more snappish than usual, whoops.

Any interested doctors please ping here!]

EIGHT.

Sep. 3rd, 2010 12:09 am
failhound: (touch the sky.)
TEXT


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6666 6

how th hell dyou
stiupid[0oyuiglyfkthje56gfx8pdo;f/invk bmhnanvJOQIW8R3Y9274

VIDEO


[hello there, Discedo! from this brand-spankin' new Iphonator communicator, you get a nice view of the top of Nora's head and then of the endless grassy plains stretching around him -- obviously outside the city -- before it flips down a little to show his eyes squinting upwards]

... Did it work? I don't get this stupid thing, it's not like the other one at all! Still doesn't go across dimensions either.

[a familiar voice nearby chimes in--] Maybe you have to shake it a little.

--Already tried that. Tried hitting it, too. An' other stuff. It's like the other one like that.

They probably gave you the broken one as an experiment.

[a low growl] I wouldn't be surprised, stupid-- But I knew there was a map on--

VOICE


--Wait, where'd the others go??

[pause] They were right there, weren't they?

... 'Tch. They better not have gone back without us, we haven't even found the plane-thing yet!

I'm sure they went this way.

You JUST SAID they were right there!

Did I?... Maybe I meant over there instead.

YOU JUST POINTED AT THE SKY.

You never know where you'll end up in this place.

[annnnd this is where the feed times out]

[OOC: Grey is a [livejournal.com profile] moarcowbell! Rest of fail!party can feel free to hop in action-style or WTF at them over the network for getting lost while being lost. Lute will likely be finding everyone.

... other than that, everyone else can lol or something.]

SEVEN.

Aug. 26th, 2010 05:17 pm
failhound: (like my disco stick?)
VOICE


[THUNK, CRUNCH.]

[and so at long last! we are back with more comm abuse as Nora's communicator hits something quite solid, knocking it on and straight over to--]


VIDEO


--TCH WHERE YOU'RE THROWING THE DAMN THINGS!! I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THEIR UGLY MUGS WITHOUT YOU HELPING 'EM ALONG!

HEY, ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO--

[okay for the first moment you probably have no way to understand what you're looking at, since everything is at crazy angles. but that is Nora's hand over there and perhaps his knee down there and yes.

something large and dark-colored and organic-looking is flying very fast in this general direction.]

--ME?!!?

[there is a blurry moment where you get the full benefit of closeup on Reaver A's lovely, disfigured face before--

CRUNCH.

In the next frozen moments you realize:

1. Something black and silver and red has just whizzed across the scene and straight into the incoming Reaver.
2. This something has resolved itself into a red-tipped spear with a black handle and silver grip.
3. The Reaver is now a small speck on the horizon.]

... that was cool.

DO IT AGAIN!


[Excited loli has gone to fetcheth another Reaver.]

--Huh? Wait, what do you mean, what're you--

HEY!!

[whatever other objections Nora may have been about to make are cut off as Reaver B comes rocketing down the street. oh boy. but! that's the end of the spectacle, because next moment Nora's foot comes down on the communicator.]

[OOC: REAVER BASEBAAAAAAALL. Red denotes a [livejournal.com profile] u_n_asplode, who is now our Designated Reaver Pitcher. ♥ Feel free to spectate/join in/have a Reaver break your window/head/idk. Replies will be sporadic until later tonight due to CLASS!!!]

SIX.

Aug. 11th, 2010 05:03 pm
failhound: (ah...)
VIDEO


[yet another post with no violence done to the communicator! has the apocalypse--

never mind. anyway the owner is currently strolling along the streets, it looks like; you can just catch glimpses of empty shopfronts]

--nice of her to lend me clothes, but I can't keep her brother's stuff forever. This place looks a lot smaller than the last time...

[after a moment, the view swings up as Nora (so he thinks) clicks the communicator on so he's not (presumably) talking to himself -- he's also wearing a new set of clothes... that aren't his] Hey, the shops didn't get fixed at all! They're still all trashed, the hell's up with that? Where'm I supposed to--

[a crackle of static. suddenly, it's raining lions. ... or rather. [livejournal.com profile] whatthefactor.]

[--it's a fucking huge lion, thank you very much: CRASH.]

... MOTHERFU--

[annnnd Nora lands on the communicator]

[OOC: Commentloggin' with Sho. Feel free to mock him mercilessly over the network, though there'll be an IC delay getting back to you. :p]

FIVE.

Aug. 8th, 2010 12:56 am
failhound: (eh.)
VIDEO


[for once! the communicator flickers to life with no hint of misuse or abuse, and Nora (back to normal!) is staring bemusedly into it while his face kind of looks like it's trying to go several different ways at once]

That... made no sense at all. I don't get this freakin' city at ALL.

[his face decides! -- it screws up briefly, then smooths out] But whatever, it's all done and over with! I don't care anymore. And look, I got one of these, too--

[a brief cameraswing and you can see what looks like a nondescript package] --came outta nowhere but I bet it's the scien-- [ripping paper... and a sudden resounding silence, and before the camera wobbles back to a narrow-eyed glare you can just catch a glimpse of a colorful package]

... THAT'S NOT FUNNY. I KNOW THIS DIDN'T COME FROM A FUCKIN' SCIENTIST. FOR THE LAST TIME, I AM NOT A DOG--!!

[annnnd on the tail-end of that bellow? you get a prime view of 10 GALLONS OF WATER SUDDENLY DESCENDING OUT OF FUCK-NOWHERE]

[... drip]

[splutter]

[...]

[/transmission cut]

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