checkin | Entries tagged with cashmere (the hunger games)

Oh my GOD.

[So someone's back, in their room, and making a video post. She is SUPER PISSED, too. Wow.]

Okay so it was bad enough getting MURDERED, which was awful, by the way, and before you ask NO I don't know who it was other than a TERRIBLE PERSON, but anyway, bad enough getting murdered but then I wake up in the boiler room and come back to my room and find out that someone took my candy stash.

[She spins the tablet around to display a very empty cabinet.]

See? Gone. So I'm pretty sure mysterious murder man is also a candy thief, which is almost as bad.

[She turns it back to her face and sighs.]

Okay yeah sure in the grand scheme of things candy stealing isn't right under murder but look, give me a break. I was dead for... I don't even know how long. What day is it? And my mouth tastes gross, and all I want to do is just have some candy and maybe sleep for a few hours but NOPE.

[She lets out another almighty sigh and stands up and flops on the bed, her face in her pillows to muffle her shout, which is very clearly on the edge of tears.]

I WANT TO GO HOME!

[And the feed ends.]

advising

warnings: alcoholism, fowl, game birds, 2 images?

( wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings... )

villainously

( so the pirate is definitely just trying to reach one person in particular, but those handy private filters? well he's not mastered those yet. so enjoy, entire hotel, a pirate and his inquiries.

because when a savior mentions, more than once, that she wants something? well, he's going to try and provide. he stole a bunch of hot chocolate to try and give her something good in a place that has so little to speak of, and this is really no different.

...well it's kind of different. he just doesn't know that yet. )

do you know what condoms are? you can look it up, can't you, in your book? I think that's how it'd be spelled.

do you suppose there will be any around this place, if I asked around?

( he has no idea what he's asking for, but hey. he probably wouldn't be that ashamed if he did. )

oceanborne

[content warning: psychological trauma, mentions of death and murder, every awful thing about the Hunger Games?]

( it's funny how reflections change )

unbreachable

( all i have to do is fall. )

larker

[Someone is bored. And when someone is bored they do stupid things, and this would probably be classed as one of them. Besides, Gabriel's starting to get curious to see how people react to things.]

So like, I did something like this to someone once. For almost four months. It was pretty hilarious if you ask me. Groundhog day was a great movie, so I was feeling inspired. Pull the strings and see how they reacted. [There's zero shame, sorry Sam.]

Anyhoo. When I was doing that to my unwitting victim who shall remain nameless, stuck in my tangled web of illusion, I made sure to keep a close eye on them by disguising myself and watching. Simple right? So these staff apparently never show up but see everything anyway. Which means that they're probably one of us. I mean that's the only thing that makes sense. Pretend to be a hostage, fit in with the crowd and so on. Classic textbook.

So. Start making your excuses, I'm interested to hear 'em.

Oh before I forget. Has anyone here actually died? Not counting the captain who was dumb enough to keep coming back.

staffroom

[ the first twelve seconds of the feed are disjointed, scrambly static. but through the drawl of white noise, there's the rather distinct, lightly accented voice of a young man.

hello? hello, can you hear me? are you there? do you need help? i will —

but then the sound cuts rather abruptly. there's the screech of disgruntled machines, then silence and a black screen. upon which eventually appears the disjointed, blocky: ]

w̡̖͖̳͔̳̞͎̮͓̻̣͉͖͜ͅi̢̧͓͎̤̙̳̠̯̯̫̳̲̣ͅͅl̗̩̰̩̞̝̲̳͇̥̞͍͈̝̖̫͜l̡̨̫̲͉̙̗̘̰̬͙̻̟͚̥̮̥y̠̦̰̜̘̳͉͖͍̰̪̮̭̳͓ͅͅo̡͖͈̯̬̦̘͙͔̖͙̣̭̫̜u͈̳̭̹̱̣̙͇̯̠͙͚͇͉̳͙b̨͍̹̼̤̙̗͚̪̫͈͕̬͚̩ͅe̡̡̧̱̘͚͍̗̝̻̼̪̻̫̰ͅw̻̠͖̦̹̣̖̯͖̭̱͖̰̥̪̖͈a͔̲̲̹͎̼̟̹͚͎̯̮̮͖̦͜͜n̺̰̯͕͈̫̼̗̣̜̦͔̻̠̣̺̠t͕͖̲̻͓̠͈͈͓̩̠̥̞͇͉͙i͇͎͓̹͔̙̤̰͚̮̭͖͓̜̰̪ͅn͔͈̠̘̫͔͕̟̤̥̗̘̠͙̳͕̩g
let
me

t̢̢̠̹̗̻̣̦͉̜͎̥̝̹̗̯u̢̧̩̳̳͔͎͎͈͙̯̲̤̦̞ͅŗ̧͔̞̙̰̮͕͖̗̫͓͈̺͜͜ͅn̢̡̡͓̜̠̞̝̹̪͎̯̩̮̣̫͎ ͔͉͍̯̥̹̯̳͕̞̘̪͇͔͔͇d̢̢͖͙͔̲͔̞͚̖̣̱̰͓̥͜ͅo͍̤͔͚͙͚̗̘̲͇̝̳͎̺̘̩̹w̢̡̧̜͎̞̥͕͇̟͓̠̥͍͕̘͍n̡̙̻̙̹͉̟̙̻̰̭̺̜̖̰ͅ ̼͇̝̖͍͍̝͈͈͓͇̱̺̫͈̤s̡̡͓̺̥̳̟̺̮͉͕̟̣̜͚̞e̢̝̲̱͖̼͓̣̩̖͕̗̺͚̫͜r̟̻̘̲̬̪̮̭̦̟̩̰̺̯̣͕͔v̧̞̟̯̹͉̫̼͔̝͙̠͙̟̣̼i̡̨̲̖͈̯̙̭̼̣͓̬̗̳͖̠͙c̙͇̦̖̰̙̱̜̲͍̱̜͉̩̣̱̬e̫͚̲͔̯͓̺̹͖̗̜͚͍͙͚̖?̡̡̧̢͓̮̜̜̫̞̻͈̰̘̘̗ͅ
help
you;

[ ooc | again, feel free to hijack threads and tag around other characters. go nuts. pretend all responses are in the same creepy zaglo font. ]

lesson

( well the pregnant girl did say distractions... )

alright so
knock knock

villainously

( Hook looks a bit more repaired than he has been lately. he's been sleeping, and up until today, he's been eating appropriately too. he knows about the shortage of food and he'll get to it, but there's another thing missing that has more of his concern. )

Has anyone seen Neal? We've looked around, he's not in his room and it's empty.

( it leaves a terrible feeling in his gut, and a crawling guilt that he doesn't want to think about too much. he can't fall to pieces the way he did when Emma disappeared but this is different. the door isn't locked, it's open, and there's nothing left behind. )

Any information is vital. Please.

( a momentary pause, because he really does want to focus on that, but it's impossible not to comment on the food situation. )

I presume most of us have been keeping food from breakfast to try and supplement all the dinners they don't serve round here, but... it'd be my suggestion to go slow on it. One day without breakfast won't do much but we all know the general state of discomfort around here.

( he really doesn't want to do this, but... )

I know there are a few children round, if you need some food to keep you I've got some I can stand to share.

acrimsongaze

[the feed begins, showing a woman with red hair, fair skin, teal irises, and scarlet glasses, glaring so intensely at the camera you'd think she was trying to burn it with her eyes. she's absolutely unhappy with the current situation for several reasons, the first being--]

I am sure someone is viewing this, and who ever is should know where the hell I am. If this is supposed to be paradise for the dead, this is the poorest rendition of it I've ever seen. And trust me, I've heard of one with Faygo rivers and trees that grow special stardust. I believe I'd take that over this.

[even after their subtle betrayal, she'd take the damn clowns' idea of heaven, and all the clowns in it. at least then she'd be in her own body, and would understand so much more about it.]

The matter of where can be addressed with ease, as can the matter of why I'm here, how I was brought, and who did so. What I do not understand is the "what" of things. Particularly, what am I? Am I some sort of slug? A strange relative of the cholerbear? Is this what reincarnation really is? If it is, I think I would've been more content as a ghost.

[she gives a thoughtful pause, then softens slightly. her answers would come in due time. they always did. no need to be so upset... her gaze focuses back onto the camera, but this time it is not so harsh.]

If anyone has any information regarding any of my questions, please contact me as soon as possible. I am willing to work with anyone who has an idea of what is happening to me. [her calm facade shifts into something a bit more manic, a grin suddenly splitting her face.] And if anyone has any intelligence on the pirate, Marquise Spinneret Mindfang, please report it to me as well. [for what reasons? none that could be too good. before the feed ends, redglare winks, and offers few parting words:]

A good evening to you. Until we meet again.

[end feed.]

villainously

( he's had only a few days to get used to the idea of the Crocodile being present, and apparently that's a few days too many. it doesn't help that the swing he worked so bloody hard to acquire has magically returned to the swingset. his face hurts just thinking about the effort put in to get it, and honestly smacking things with it only made him tired, it never really managed to be productive. and, well, he's been distracted with Emma, after the madness with the eggs went entirely south.

she's far past the point of allowing him to uselessly fuss over her in attempt to make her feel better (or possibly himself) and plying her with the hot chocolate mix he stole, and that's left him with too much time to think of the new resident. he's a paranoid sort and the hotel is not making it any easier.

his old nemesis is here, and considering what Rumpelstiltskin was up to the last time he saw him? Killian doesn't trust him farther than he can throw him, and he wants to make sure nobody in this miserable place makes the mistake of trusting him either.

perhaps his judgment is a little off in not privating it away from people that might protest. Neal especially likely won't care for what he has to say, but it's for the best of everyone. according to Hook, anyway.

as always he looks a little tired, his scruff a little sharper than he'd usually keep it, but he's quite grim with determination. )

As I'm sure we're all aware, we got an influx of new residents a bit ago and much to all of our misfortune, one of them happened to be someone I know quite well.

I won't mince words; there's a man here by the name of Gold that should not, under any circumstances, be trusted. Don't listen to any bloody nonsense about a deal, because it'll only serve him and not you. He's a murderer and a monster, and as long as everybody knows what they're dealing with, he'll have less of a chance to try and manipulate this place to his liking.

( he pauses in consideration, adding with a flippant wave of his hand: ) Gold, Crocodile, Rumpelstiltskin, whatever he bloody says his name is. The sniveling one with the suit and a cane. If you know what's good for you, stay the fuck away from him.

And Crocodile, if you make the mistake of crossing the wrong line ( hurting Emma, unstated but basically the idea ) I'll show you how your own cane tastes.

( now, class, any questions? )

skaikru

( he's just in her room, he's just staring at her with those sad, sad eyes. she has to do something, she has to — )

I know what we're all experiencing right now are more of psychological wounds, but if anyone ever needs any real medical assistance, I have a first aid kit in my room, and some basic medical training.

I'd do what I could to help.

( included are her contacts: )

ROOM 202
TEXT OR CALL

But before anyone drinks poison, homemade wine, all I can do to help you with that is make you drink water mixed with fireplace charcoal.

( please talk to her, don't leave her alone with ghosts of boyfriends murdered )

advising

[ The feed flickers on, and the camera noisily jostles, the hands holding it trembling faintly, but not out of fear. The man that appears on the screen, ragged as he is, looks as far from fear as he can be. In fact, he's even mildly annoyed, instead, his face sporting a few bruises here and there. ]

Well, isn't this just cozy.

[ A rather unimpressed smirk twists over his lips. ]

Expected where I was going to be a lot less... formal. You know, the ritzy carpet here and the beds. Nice welcoming committee-- screaming ghost children. I think I like that one best. Really... authentic.

[ The styling of this place would make Effie Trinket sob. Even he finds it gaudy. He looks off screen for a moment, as if examining something (an empty flask), the clink of a metal lid being unscrewed, a scoff. As if he didn't both look and sound annoyed enough already. ]

I'm going to need to know a couple of things. One, has anyone gotten together any plans and information to get out of this place, or we all just going to sit and play patty-cake until something goes bump in the night? And two -- a drink. Something strong. I've run out, and I'm going to need another very soon, the way things are here.

[ Not that he would trust many (if any) of them, but better to use them for what they know now if it will help him and his get out of this place. Of course he's probably more concerned than he looks, but there's not a point in letting them see him sweat. Not when there doesn't appear to be any outright danger, but that is most concerning of all, of course. ]

cytotoxic

[ Ghost (?) children are actually pretty low on the list of concerning things, but even a distinct disinterest in the kid's health and whereabouts doesn't exempt Cage from being vaguely bothered by it. Things that don't make sense are annoying, at best, and incredibly problematic at worst.

Keeping to text is partly to avoid any tells that he's rattled; it's also because his track record with first impressions has been, thus far, super terrible. Maybe a little distance will help. ]

Living in confined spaces has a way of getting to people.

[ Getting to people, causing shared hallucinations, whichever. ]

I'm not saying I don't trust any of you to keep your calm and be decent human beings, but if the population's going to keep growing, it might be a good idea to take certain precautions.

We should think about coming up with a security system. Nothing too elaborate, just a way to check in on each other. Maybe lay down a few ground rules that we can all agree on.

lesson

( first day in a while he hasn't heard the distant crying of a distressed little girl. which is a good thing, and a good day, and thus deserving of a video post being made. )

Someone finally pick up their creepy little kid?

( for any and everyone who had the ~~mispleasure~~ delight of meeting him first time around, you'll notice several key things have changed about one eggsy unwin. he is no longer wearing a nice bespoke suit; no longer wearing huge-ass birth control glasses (with a bloody useless camera in them, who'd wear them anyway?); his hair is also no longer slicked in the picturesque composed swoop of the high class, and his polo collar? popped.

he also looks a little pissed off, though that might have to do more with the continuous failed attempts at locating his family than in tearful, loud little lucy.

and now he's turning to the network for help. with a side helping of sass. )

'Bout fucking time, yeah? Who leaves their kid wailing about like that for so long? ( and oooh look at this smooth transition about kids. ) If any of you lot see a baby girl in a pram screamin' her head off, you come and tell me, alright?

( so smooth. galasmooth out. )

villainously

( he's a very serious, very scary, evil handed pirate, all right, and don't you dare forget it, but there are a few things that can unsettle even a pirate.

his heart may be black but it's still bloody there, and little wailing lasses that run from him the second he tries to get close stings, a little. does he really look so dastardly? or maybe she's just afraid. . .

either way you slice it, he's incredibly unnerved and at least a little bit concerned. )

Has anyone seen that wee girl? I tried to speak to her but the second I got close she ran off towards the stairs.

( he's looked for awhile. he's not even sure how she could move so damn fast, and suddenly be so silent. he could have sworn. . . )

She's got to be around somewhere. A tiny little thing, seemed upset. I can't be the only one that saw her.

usernamesarecool

[ The feed starts out pitch black but give it a minute and ignore those sounds in the background. After a minute of this the feed snaps on to reveal what seems to be a young man in a bowtie. He adjusts the screen a bit and sits back in a chair to address everyone. ]

Hullo everyone! Seems we've all been given a means to communicate-that's new. Definitely a step up from last time I landed in a hotel with no exit. Anyway! I'm in need of a bit of assistance-you see I've misplaced my police box-if you see it just let me know-don't open it and don't touch anything inside if you do. It's blue and says 'police' on it. I'd say you can't miss it if you see it but the perception filter might be on so I can't say.

[ He claps his hand together and moves on from the subject like it's perfectly normal. ]

That out of the way, I'm the Doctor, I suppose I'll be around in room 319 if anyone needs me-or somewhere around. I like meeting new people and since we're all going to be neighbours anyways, might as well get to know each other, right?

So, let's talk.

withbread

[ There's a young man on the screen who looks concerned and cold. He's not one that anyone has seen downstairs in the main room by the fireplace because while he's gone foraging for food in the hotel and blankets, he hasn't gone downstairs. The set up practically screams trap. However, even huddled up with others for body warmth, they're freezing and they're not doing so hot for food either.

Which is exactly why Peeta has chosen to appeal to the network. He smiles ever so slightly at the camera then ducks his head, his expression sheepish. When he looks back up at the camera he is still sheepish and embarrassed. ]

I'm Peeta Mellark. I've met some of you and have yet to meet most of you. I hope everyone is surviving this cold snap well enough. I know it's difficult for us all. My wife and I have chosen to stay in one of the rooms during the cold and it's...[ he smirks a little ] well...it's cold, as you can imagine. I'm sure most of you have discovered how difficult to neigh impossible starting a fire is. I know that there's a fire in the lobby and that everyone has banded together in order to survive. My wife and I considered that option but...well, I'll get to that.

[ He takes a deep breath as if he is gathering courage for something when he exhales he's looking directly at the camera, his gaze unwavering. Are those tears in his eyes? Possibly but then again, maybe not. It could be a trick of the light. ] We're freezing and we're starving. I know we'd be welcome downstairs, but...I wouldn't be asking any of this if it weren't... [ another breath and a hard swallow ] if it weren't for the baby.

My wife, Katniss, she's vulnerable right now [ Yes, he says that with a straight face, which is quite the feat for anyone that knows Katniss ] and I don't want to expose her to a source of constant smoke or illness. If you've got extra blankets or food, we would both be more grateful for the help than I can express.

[ He pauses one more time, looking truly grateful and hopeful. ] Thank you.

pajarita

well, i've been working on the thermostats problem for a day now and the bad news is: it's not heating, and the worse news is: it doesn't act like anything that's broken

and before anyone thinks of calling it 'magic' -- don't. it hasn't been long enough for me to stop being cynical

also, it's cold and i'm not in the mood

greenies

[ thomas, untrusting as ever, is not about to show his face on the video feed. still, his name "THOMAS EDISON" appears by his message, which is en masse for the rest of the people here to see. ]

I have some questions.

1. Have any of you had memory problems since arriving here? Like somebody went in your head and put an eraser through it.
2. Does the phrase "WICKED is Good" have any meaning to you?
3. If this thing about multiverse theory is actually true--which it might be, but I'm not sure if I believe it yet--then what's your world like at home? Is it stable and livable?
4. This one's not a question: so everyone's aware, the person who claims to be staff looks just like me. He's not me. It's a coincidence. I think.
5. Has anyone seen a teenager with blonde hair and an accent? Walks with a limp. It's important.

[ there's a little break for a second before: ]

6. Did anyone get anything they...shouldn't have, in these suitcases? Like someone must have stripped it off of your body. Something you would have fought someone for before they could take it away from you.

That's all, thanks.

[ well, never say he's not to the point. click! ]

ｃｈｅｃｋｉｎｇｉｎ? ( ｍａｉｎ )

Entries tagged with cashmere (the hunger games)

video - afternoon, june 17th

o2. [ HYPNOS ] video

(WARNINGS: potential nsfw conversation?) text;

[hypnos] i used to recognize myself

004 - hypnos

video;

002 | unknown

( text ) onedirectionlaugh.mp3

video;

I ♎ video

a pirate service announcement, get it? video;

TEXT

01 video.

text.

( video ) i'll bash ur head in i swear on me mum | march 12th

video;

001 | The Doctor | [ Video ]

001

02 | text

first trial. text.

Profile