[ Video | Laptop webcam ] Fetish Disaster - backdated to 25/9

[buildyourworld]

[ Good day, network. It's yet another peaceful day in Las Vegas, or as peaceful as it can be while people are adjusting to the new landscape, weather and economy shifts. Life is okay to Eugen, that's it, until he broke into an argument with Karl over what to do with his sorry excuse of a knight uniform.

Or rather, for everyone's eyes to see, a seriously malfunctioned belt fetish piece of junk masquerading in the name of knight uniform.

Why Karl wouldn't let him use the industry scissors (and the shredder after) on it is beyond his comprehension. So, after a good twenty minutes of battling against the horrible uniform, Eugen turns on his laptop webcam and connects to the network for some much needed help, before he decides to get rid of Karl along with his fetish gear. ]

Will you stop fiddling with it? You'll just messed up what I've already undid.

[ So network, takes a good look at the uniform, which has become about fifteen percent undone from the shoulders (because that's the only part that can be easily taken off) and help the two guys out. ] It looks a lot easier than it actually is. If any of you can help me take this damn thing out, I'll send you a picture of him in whatever underwear he's wearing beneath or any picture of your choice. Cutting or damaging it any way is not an acceptable solution.

[ OOC: Expect reply from both Eugen and Karl! ]

07. video, backdated to 9/26 (post crab battle)

[waltharius]

[ Have a view of Walter's impeccably clean bedroom, network. Except today, it has a little addition. Several, actually -- the room is infested with what appears to be dozens of lizards. They're on the walls. They're on the furniture. One is even on Walter, who is looking bug-eyed and frantic. He gestures wildly at the mess, as if there's anyone who could have possibly missed this blizzard of lizards. ]

Lizards!

Thirty-Fifth Message [Video | Sheet of Paper]

[scramasax]

[An unceremonious start to a message.

There's not even much thought in the speech. It's shallow, it's muttered, it's mild and dry, but it's not pausing too long.]

-- Excuse me. Out of. Out of.

...Out of curiosity, what have -- we... Been, er... Been doing for ourselves... Recently.

Excuse me, please.

[It took on not so much an edge as an exerting curve toward the end, stepped back out with the second apology. He swallows, doesn't look as if he's finished keeps looming and "glancing" around the edges of the feed - but doesn't say any more.]

[Video] - Laptop

[no_love_potions]

[The video feed comes up on Harry's office in his home. He's spent some time since discovering what the Number in his head is for looking over this network thing and it's probably about time to let the other people know.]

Okay, now the whole "Number" thing makes sense.

[He takes a breath, scrubbing a hand over the day or so of stubble growth on his face.]

Well, I did want to be in the loop but this wasn't exactly what I had in mind. Some of you already know me, but for everyone who doesn't, my name's Harry Lyre.

[Another breath.]

I'll just drop this bomb now, I'm with the press and I've been following this whole situation since March and I'm not a fan of the rep you guys have been getting lately. So... if anybody wants to get their story out, consider this an offer to help you do just that. Anonymous or otherwise.

So, now that that's out of the way. [He claps his hands together, leaning forward slightly.]

Who's Danny?


Later On, Private to Melissa's Number Courtesy of Robyn

You and I are going to need to have a talk soon.

[semi-open] I can show you the world, shining shimmering splendid

[disdainfully]

Who: 1. Everyone that Thorir knows | 3.-4. Open to all with a reason to be inside the mountain | 5. Open to everyone!
What: Exploring the Lonely Mountain and then happening upon a portal to the ghost zone.
When: 3rd of October, daytime
Where: Las Vegas, inside the mountain; the ghost zone; everywhere the ghostzone leads p much
Warnings: Probably skeletons and general souvenirs left by Smaug.

( Let's join in on an adventure! )