text; un: aphrodite

[wingstosee]

so i've been stuck inside because i don't know if i'm allergic to bees, and i'm DEFINITELY allergic to giant ants, and also i'm pretty sure half of my friends have vanished.
not trying to whine or anything. i mean, that's sort of how life is after getting space dimension kidnapped?
like, don't get me wrong, i WANT to whine. but it's happened before. and unless we find a way to change that it'll keep happening.
so i guess... if you recognize me just say something?
just so i know you're still here.

anyway.

i've got three days left as a teen, life sucks, and i've still got a few bottles of the drinks from last place i was at.
i want to make bad decisions. give me stupid ideas
like... are there clubs around here? can anyone recommend one?
i've never been clubbing. and i kind of feel like there might be a time limit on that??

screw it. who wants to get fucked up and go clubbing

✨ Video ☆ UN: Mr. Swift ✨

[bombvault]

[It’s a rough world to be in for someone who is unfamiliar with the technology and is lacking the attention span to keep at it. But he's nothing if not determined! As a result some of those tuning into this network post might notice how scripted the attached video sounds. All due to the fact that it's been recorded then trashed several times until a good take was captured.]

[As for the man caught on film he looks so old-timey circus it ought to be a parody. But it isn't.]

It’s my birthday today! 'Why is that important' you may ask? Because you don’t know me and certainly I don’t know you. Well, let me tell you!

[The video pans away from the smiley individual to a cake that looks quite like this and then back. If Mike hadn't been raised in the circus he might've been destined to be a chef.]

Now I’ve gone ahead and baked this cake. But I've only recently arrived so I don’t have enough people here that I can share it with. Now isn’t that just something? It’s a real problem I have on my hands. So, I need some volunteers.

[The perspective settles on the counter so he can point directly at the camera. You, yes you, imaginary audience member.]

But there’s a catch! You’ve got to introduce yourself and let me know what you lot do around here for fun. It’s a fair trade, I think.

text | un: garlond

[ingeniator]

The name's Cid Garlond and I'm not used to doing the announcing, speechy, public relations kind of thing but I'm gonna try anyway.

Back in my home world I ran an engineering collective called Garlond Ironworks. Ragtag bunch of fellows who were bright and talented but escaping persecution from the Garlemald Empire. Now I understand these names mean nothing to you but our main goal is probably something most people get: freedom through technology. The same kind of tools that the Empire was using to suppress us, we'd turn it around to fight back against 'em.

Not like there's any that sort of thing happening here, but I'm a sucker for familiar things and I've gotten me a fancy permit saying I can set up shop here. Garlond Ironworks is officially recruiting folks to help get it off the ground. Now the Lunar Scientiae are doing all sorts of useful things, but I figured we can really go wild and do things with less practical applications.

Also I'm not just looking for engineers! I uh, tend to forget that research projects require money so I'll need someone who'll make sure I won't spend it all at once. And someone to make sure we don't overwork ourselves and reminds us to eat, even if it means dragging us by the legs to get some food.

If you're interested, drop me a line. I'm looking forward to hearing from you.