[Alex/Ravi] - Vampires are terrible friends

[healspec]

Who: Ravi & Alex
What: Alex regained some vampire physiology, including a biological need for blood to sustain himself. You know what's full of blood? Roommates.
When: Wednesday, July 24th, evening
Where: Ravi's apartment

( "If you do it again, the frying pan still is there." )

voice {iphone}

[ursoreckless]

[okay, all this talk about strange weird monsters and people having odd powers and just talk has Shou try to come up with something different. Not only that, he's got something for a certain fish-speaking person.]

Hey Arthur, I finished that piece like I said I would. I emailed it so tell me what you think when you get a chance to listen to it. I can also add in your voice and make a final mix if you want something on disc.

As for everyone else out there, who's into S&M? Cuz if there's enough people interested, I'll invite you all over for a party. I've got more than enough room and all my neighbors are use to people in weird costumes hanging around here if you don't feel like covering up.




[ooc; S&M is a video game series ala Final Fantasy, but feel free to think otherwise :3 ]

Video via phone

[shut_up_idiot]

[ It's been quite a long time since Youou last showed his face on the network like this, but at the moment he has a bit of a problem and finding help here seems like a less awkward choice than looking for it anywhere else so he's going to start here. Besides, he also wants to know if this particular problem has been experienced by anyone else. So here he is, trying his best not to look as sheepish as he's feeling. It isn't working. ]

Hello. I'm Youou for the majority of you people who doesn't know me. I have a question... [ A sigh. ] And a bit of a problem.

Has anyone else been experiencing being able to create some kind of- [ He pauses, clearly trying to find the right words. ] energy blast thing?

[ He moves the camera, which has so far been zoomed in on his face, so that it shows the rest of the room he's in. With a bit of imagination you could probably guess that it used to be a kitchen, probably being the operative word. More noticeable however is the fact that the room is almost completely and chaotically demolished.

He moves the feed back to focus on his face again, a light flush of embarrassment having crept over his cheeks as he showed of the room. ]

I swear, I was just trying to make a salad. I'm not quite sure how all of this happened really, but I think chopping is out of the question for me at the moment. I don't suppose this rings a bell to anyone else? [ He doesn't have a great hope for it, but it's worth a try right? ]

Also, as you can see, I'm in a bit of a need of a contractor. So if anyone of you happen to be one, or think you can do the job, it would save the embarrassment of having to think of an excuse for all this.

[ He moves to turn off the video feed but halts himself when a sudden thought hits him. ]

Oh, and if anyone of you happen to talk to Fay in the foreseeable future, would you mind not mentioning any of this to him? I think I need some time to regroup before I handle that particular conversation. [ He starts at the sound of the front door opening and closing in the background and makes a small face at the implication of it. ] Right. Well, I hope the rest of you are having a better day than me. Goodbye and... wish me luck will you. [ He manages a small, but genuine smile before he turns off the video. ]

♥ [ audio: voice recorder ]

[knight_of_heart]

[ Audio cuts in to a man speaking into a personal voice recorder just as he finishes reciting the number that's been bothering him since earlier today, the latest part of a ramble he's been doing for several minutes now. His is a mid-range voice, easygoing in tone and brand new to the network. He's going to need the guide, though he doesn't know it yet. ]

–and I have no idea what it goes to! Hmm... it must be important or else it wouldn't have come back to me all of a sudden, right? It's too short to be a phone number, so maybe it's the new combination to the gun safe? Sure would be bad if someone got into all the rifles when they weren't supposed to, right? Haha!

[ The little spurt of laughter settles quickly into another thoughtful hum. ] But I really can't remember what it's for and it's not written on any of my notes. I'll have to ask Raymond, I guess. It's like he keeps saying, I'd lose my head if it weren't screwed on! And then sometimes I still lose it anyway. Hopefully it's not super important and he won't be too mad. Wouldn't it be worse if I remembered what it was for, but not the number itself? At least this way if I remember what it's for on my own, I'll have the number already handy!

Better write it down again in case I forget again and forget I said it on here, too. Let's see... [ Here there's some paper shuffling sounds, the scribbling of a pen, and... silence, as his previously-blank notepad suddenly fills up with network posts that his in-use recorder couldn't recite back to him. Horace's reaction? Nothing more than a short, puzzled: ]

...huh.

zwei; video

[teuton]

[ It's a bit later at night, and Julia's looking like a mess. Hair on the left side of her face is caked with drying blood, and she's got a rapidly reddening once-white washcloth that she's pressing against an area above her eyebrow. God knows where she is-- there's a brick wall behind her and it looks like she's sitting on a sidewalk. She smiles a bit harmlessly and gives a little sloppy wave before speaking. ]

Do not have the alarms; I am fine. Okay, okay. Th-This is okay. [ She moves the cloth away from her head for a moment to indicate it, but that only prompts a bit of blood to run down her face. The cloth goes back. ]

But I am thinking, think, I think... that I must have those... Ah, um, ah, it's... um. Wie sagt man Nähte? like sewing? Stitches? Skin stitchies? I, ah, forget all the easy words, sorry. [ siigh ]

Aber... know you where I can find peoples to help.... Um, without asking questions? Or to, um, drive me to my house? It's. I find difficulties in the think now and knew not who that I can call? Just knew the numbers, hah. Um... Sorry, ah.

[ Her smile drops for the most briefest of moments before she ends the video. ]

❄ 002: vertical cell phone video

[pitch_slap]

[The video is shaky and cell-phone-like, somebody fumbling with a slick smartphone made even slicker, harder to hold, as is apparent when it finally gets fumbled, tumbling to the ground to land, camera-side-down, with a crack that anyone who's seen an iPhone shatter will recognize.]

Dammit

[The woman's voice is high, and harried, curses spat out between heavy breaths. Finally, she manages to pick the iPhone back up, a black-haired woman with bright-red blood smeared across pale skin, the phone in one hand, the other clamped over a shoulder. The green cloth of her jacket is even darker with blood. She looks dizzy and strange, though whether that's from blood loss or something else is questionable.]

There was-- someone said there was a clinic of some kind? That can help?

[She lowers the phone to wipe her sleeve across her face, and a muttered comment is caught by the phone.]

I used to have people for this.

[Her sleeve only made her face grimier, the dirt standing out pretty clearly.]

Um. And if anyone knows what to do with a sword. Like. A sword.

[She shakes her head, trying to focus. Clinic, right, clinic. Gotta send it so someone can let her know where the hell it is. So saving the video.]