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Who: Jon Sims (

apocryphalarchivist) and... you. :)
What:
Post-statement chats, unrelated incidents, friendship times, the whole nine. No place for it on an event or TDM? It goes here!
When:
Early August-Late September
Where:
Locations to-be-decided!
Warning(s):
Unreality, discussions of death, and things along those lines. (Will add more warnings as we go / if something specific gets brought up!)

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killerwail

SPLATFEST

Colorful stage lights! Themed t-shirts! Dancing in the streets! GLOWSTICKS!!! This can only mean one thing--- it's Splatfest in Little Inkopolis! This beloved sports-and-music festival happens once every few months, allowing participants to band together into color-coded groups to support their stance on an opinion-based dispute, then duke it out in Turf War to rep their team!

But of course, Turf War isn't the only thing to do. Grab a limited edition Splatfest t-shirt, enjoy some street food, or dance till you drop with a rotating schedule of musical acts! Hometown heroes Off the Hook, up-and-coming Deep Cut, or the iconic Squid Sisters--- one of them will always be playing live until the event ends! If you haven't given Turf War a try, now's a great time, or just come hang out and enjoy the festival vibes!

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theydrewfirstblood

[Good morning, Dreamscape! It's early yet, so the image of John Rambo is one of rare ease and being broadcast from the kitchen of the ranch house. Sleep's not necessary here, but old habits die hard and John's clearly not long out of bed: unruly curls afflicted with a serious case of bedhead he's trying to tame by raking his fingers through it, an open flannel shirt barely thrown on over jeans and bare feet. He's cracking a yawn and has a cup of coffee in hand...and generally has a look to him that John Rambo rarely wears.

Relaxed. Sleepy. Comfortable--happy.

Once he's finished yawning, he offers a vague wave and sips his coffee, which seems to help in terms of waking him up, so to speak.]

Hey, everyone. Sorry, I know it's early, but I, uh--I had this idea I wanted to put out there. See, uh...

[He pauses, and his small, sleepy smile grows as he runs a hand back through his hair again--more a nervous gesture this time.]

...I sorta have this kid sister. Who's never seen a horse before, at least not 'till she came to visit the ranch. So I got to thinking that maybe riding lessons might be something folks would be interested in? Wasn't sure how to negotiate cost, but I figured maybe take it out in trade. Say, two hours work around the ranch per lesson? Or if you want to pay, maybe...three months for one feather--see, I don't know.

[John huffs a little in mild frustration, pausing for a sip of coffee to think about it for a second. Finally he sets his mug down and shrugs.]

Maybe the best idea is just to see if anyone likes the idea, first of all. If nobody bites, whole thing's moot anyway. Also, I'm not planning on growing the ranch too much, so I have a lot of open space. If anyone's interested in using some of the land for anything, come talk to me. If your plans profit the ranch, I'll gift you the space. If you just like the area and want to--I dunno, build a house or something, we'll discuss rent.

So...yeah. Uhm--thank for your time.

perchancetodreammods

SPECIAL EVENT- Winner's Circle!

( Closed to Feather Leaderboard Winners )

doubledollar

[ the video feed starts off with the camera pointed towards what looks to be a starry sky. It's broken up by visible structures that hold up the dome-like ceiling that reveals the infinite, endless sky of the universe above, and as the camera slowly pans down to show that it's the inside of some high-tech ship. Tubing and metal columns that feed dozens of mechanical wires down into piercing white, but blank computer screens settle on the sides of what looks like an opened-up navigation room. Flickering on and off above the complicated machinery that was clearly only meant for space travel were the image of dozens of ships, and planetary bodies that are hard--if not impossible to put a name on.

But as the camera pans down furthur, from the navigation panel and all the high-tech computer stuff... the floor of the large room feeds into something different. A wide, grassy plain that's got all manner of trees and plant life now growing up and mingling with the machinery. Flowers and curling plants, even little berry bushes with mainly red-tinged petals and fruit hang on the well-kept branches, down to where the inhabitant of this very odd, half-nature, half-spaceship is sitting. It's a ... ....really unflattering view that's nearly up his nose until he rights the screen. ]

I've had my share of weird dreams before, but this is a new one.

[ spoken like a man who truly thinks there's noone listening in on the other side of the call. noone is ever listening when he sends his broadcasts out through old Lost Technology, why would this be any different.]

A ship like this won't go anywhere, but at least it's nice to look at. A guy could probably waste his life on a view like that, huh.

[ the camera pans up again, and it's like the stars are... moving. As if the dreamspace he's created is actively moving through space, through an impossible ship made of metal and dirt.]

If I make a recording of it, maybe I'll be able to remember it once I wake up. I wouldn't be so lucky, though, don't you think.

A little lonely to be on a spaceship by yourself, though. --A, Ack!!

[ and the feed tumbles, as vash drops his star pendant down from where he'd been using it to pan down over his nimbus, the new surroundings apparently created from his own mind. The angle is odd, but one can see him peeling a spider off the side of his neck, shooing it off into a tree with an unsettled sigh under his breath. ]

No accounting for bugs being travel companions, though. They're just not talkative enough.

uselessdandy

[Simon's pendant is a sort of silvery red, like someone draped a layer of spider's web over a fox's fur]

I knew my sleep wouldn't be a restful one, but this isn't quite what I expected.

[He's pacing the length of the barest suggestion of a room; the space is still foggy and but there's the suggestion of shelves and glassware starting to form. He seems to be mostly talking to himself without caring or perhaps even noticing he has an audience, sounding oddly amused. He looks like he could be an extra in a production of the Great Gatsby, aside from the fact that even now his suit looks like it's in bad need of mending at the edges.]

Reason says I should conclude I've finally gone properly mad, to think that any being might find me suitable for anything more than what I brought upon myself. But either I'm to be tormented with the idea of my laboratory for a century, or-[he sighs heavily, running a hand through his bright red hair, finally seeming fully conscious of the pendant's glow] Or, there are unknown number of strangers probably thinking me a nattering fool. Either one would be suitable torment.

perchancetodreammods

Secret Friend Gift Exchange

( Secret Friend Gift Exchange )

death_incarnate

🔔~Guh-dong~🔔

"𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖘"

[ Just as the broadcast starts, the haunting sound of a death bell tolls. Loud and echoing, followed by a sinister voice announcing Thanatos is nearby... Sorry everyone but yes, yes this is how he announces himself. Apologies if it startles anyone to death. ]

Kkh! Where is he? This is unacceptable.

[ It's hard to see where the voice is coming from, on account of all the billowing dark smoke and fog that plumes and drifts around the room. Thanatos' nimbus already takes on a dark and gloomy appearance for him to dwell in. All that could be made out of the man, was a set of dull, glowing golden-yellow eyes that seemed to pierce through you the longer you looked.

His tone was dry and dull, almost stoic if not for the air of annoyance lingering in it as he snapped and spoke. ]

Hypnos! Awaken me at once! I haven't the time to spend stuck in one of your needless slumbers. There are mortals to fetch, Wretched shades to reign in! Lord Hades will be cursing my name if I don't get back to work.

belmonts

[ Video ]

You'd think I'd be used to this by now. So what is it this time? Am I dead again? Or Is some Fairy King gonna jump out of the closet with a boner and a flower crown for me? C'mon then, bring it on. I don't give a shit anymore.

[ Trevor had somehow managed to broadcast his little rant to anyone and everyone who happened to be watching. Standing in the middle of his nimbus that was slowly starting to take the form of a dingy old tavern. Apparently, all the Belmont wished for at that moment, was a stiff drink and a place to sulk. ]

Actually, hold that thought... I need to take a piss.

[ Action ]

Later on, after spending far too long imagining and dreaming up, possibly the blandest nimbus ever! Trevor decided to venture out and see where he was allowed to roam. He wasn't doing a very good job of paying attention to his surroundings, however, as he seemed to somehow manage to get himself lost.

"You're joking... You've got to be."

He grunted, running a hand down his face as he let out an exasperated sigh.

"I could have sworn I came from that direction... God, please just open the ground and swallow me up. I think I preferred being dead to this."

theydrewfirstblood

[Not long after the announcement of the grand adventure--one that John chooses not to follow--he utilizes his star pendant to broadcast a message to those who may have remained behind. He looks uncomfortable as his image appears over the network, but not unhappy.]

Hello. Uh...

[He laughs ruefully, reaching up to rub the back of his neck with a shy smile.]

I'm sorry, I just--I'm not used to speaking publicly. I'm--still not real used to speaking at all, I'm so used to being alone.

[But he's not alone anymore. The reminder of that makes him smile brighter, wider...

...then whatever else he was going to say is lost as the network goes completely dead.

For the next thirty minutes, he is unreachable and nowhere to be found.

John Rambo has, apparently, woken up.]

[VIDEO;pubic ~ thirty minutes later]

[The feed flickers back to life--only now, though the face that appears may be familiar, it's changed immeasurably.

A body already hardening under the treatment of hard labor has been carved out of stone, the chest and shoulders in sight far broader, straining the fabric of his shirt. His features are far leaner--honed rather than emaciated, jaw and cheekbones more prominent with the skin pulling tight in some places and laying hollow in others against his skull.

He's also sporting a fresh scar, a line of cauterized flesh standing out pale between his left eye and his temple.

He looks hollow, haunted, angry, and impossibly tired. He visibly swallows, clearly unsure--maybe even a little afraid as he speaks. The soft, deep voice that had grown in warmth and confidence over the last couple of months was once again hesitant and unsteady.]

H-hello? Is anyone out there?...

[OOC: RAMBO HAS BEEN CANON UPDATED! While he's been gone about half an hour in game, he's been back in his own world for a little over two years, and has endured the events of FIRST BLOOD PART II. His usual warnings are no worse than usual, but my own sensitivities dictate I warn that someone close to him in his canon just died, so he's grieving. If you're not in a place to handle just general grief, skip this one and come plot with me for happier stuff later. :P]

sonofrome

[Marius's pendent is blood red, with hints of silver inside of it]

[The Centurion literally jumps as the box thing moves]

"What is that!"

Finally, a Roman Centurion stares into the circle as his face is shown on camera.

Hi, my name is... Marius Titus, Centurion of the 14th Legion of Rome.

[Marius is speaking in his native tounge of Latin, but others hear English.]

touchofcashmere

[the hologram starts to show a pastel vague cloudy room with smudges of brown, as if something is starting to take shape but is not quite there]

Hello...? Hello? Is this thing on? I'm just going to assume it is.

[he straightens and smiles]

Hello, everyone! My name is Stede Bonnet, otherwise known as the Gentleman Pirate. And wow! This place is incredible... and a little...startling to say the least. I wouldn't recommend the circus unless you are up for a bit of perforation. [a faint laugh]

I just want to say hello, and welcome, I suppose, and to see who my neighbors are here. I'd invite you in for tea but...I can't get the hang of the interior design and the moving stairs? Frankly terrifying. I prefer an elevator thanks.

[don't ask]

I'd also like to know if anyone else is from the Serena Eterna. If you recognize me give a little wave?

Beyond that! A little about me! I am a pirate captain, as I've said, and lead a crew of ruthless bloodthirsty individuals along with my co-captain. Together we tear a bloody swath across the sea [okay he might be overselling it a bit]

In a second-when I find them- I'll introduce you to my two crewmen who are here with us, going by the names of Frenchie and the Swede. They may seem like air-headed sweethearts but they will end you if they feel they have to so watch out. [and it's not...entirely a lie. They did want to end him after all. And it's best if the particularly murdery people are less inclined to murder]

While I'm not currently accepting applications for crew positions, you never know when that may change.

And oh! Before I forget... does anyone know a good boutique around here? Only I'm a bit lacking in the garment department.

Thanks a bunch!

[then after a little while longer of fussing with the pendant, he manages to get it shut off]

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