006 » TEXT; un: Anonymous

[ragingnature]

[ She's been sitting on this for a little bit now, unsure how to proceed. Luckily there's this handy dandy thing called the internet that she can ask. Anonymously, no less. Granted she'll probably out herself fairly quickly. ]

Those of you in committed relationships here how do you go about things?

What I mean is the Moons and various happenings in this world have a tendency to cause complications. So how do you deal with those things? What kind of arrangement have you come to?

004✖; (audio @ hot.damn | August 2nd; during Sanguis Moon)

[circumitus]

[...Well, it looks like there's supposed to be video, but the screen is black.

[Audio-wise, you're privy to just a bunch of thrashing for a few seconds, catching a frantic and frustrated "god-DAMMIT" and "fuck fuck fuck" and "just move, you useless piece of shit!" It's a voice and string of expletives that should be familiar to some who know Rey. In general it sounds disconcerting, with an identifiable amount of metal clanging and other hefty objects hurling about (cue stock cat scream) -- before a heavy thud shakes the screen. The feed drags across what looks to be pavement and some scattered rubbish.]

Got you! Fucking finally...

[The video moves, but the feed remains a blur as Rey hadn't intended to select facetime before things got out of control -- by "things" meaning... her own body. Only a few details can be made out in the bleary visual quality, and that's a patch of red-orange scales and some sharp, gritting teeth.]

Need... help. [Despite her exhaustion made clear in the fraught audio and her labored breaths, it's speaking those words in particular that strains her the most.]

Have to come here. Level Three.

Legs're gone. Can't walk.

[Both the audio and visual then cuts abruptly. As you can tell, Rey is having a bad time this Sanguis cycle.]

video, un: grimm

[hagrides]

[The video opens on two figures standing outside a circus tent. Grimm is hard to mistake for anyone else, and it should be no surprise to those who know him to see Mike Morton at a circus.]

Greetings to you all, my fellow Moonblessed. We are pleased to announce the opening of the Lacewing Circus as a permanent attraction in Lower Lunatia. We hope that all who have an interest will come to one of our performances, occurring every Saturday and Sunday at five PM.

Ever wanted to see someone defy gravity? Well now you can! Swing on by for acrobatics, trapeze acts, and tightrope walking galore! It’s a scene you wouldn’t want to miss— guaranteed! But don’t just take my word for it. Come see with your own eyes! Just don’t let this momentous occasion pass you by.

[Mike pops up out of the parting bow fast and points at the camera. One last thing:]

…But wait! That’s not all. We’re also taking your applications! So? Don’t be shy. Show us what you’ve got.

video; un: nike

[purifyings]

[After a month of being crystalized, Nike, is finally ready to wave the white flag of surrender. She was done! Simply done in acting tough and having to bottle everything up.

Which was clearly written on her facial expression. Sort of. Right now she was glaring at the device with an intensity she didn't expect after realizing: THIS MAY HAVE BEEN A MISTAKE AFTER ALL!!!

WHY DIDN'T SHE TURN ON THE AUDIO INSTEAD OR HAVE ANYTHING WRITTEN DOWN TO READ FROM BECAUSE...

She was trying so hard not to cry. VERY HARD! Honestly!]

...oh, sorry... [A beat to clear her throat, in hopes to hide the fact.] M-My throat...and eyes. It got all weird. [A forced laugh.] Allergies, huh...?

[Yes. Let's pretend it's spring instead of summer! Please pretend with her.]

U-Um, so I just got back from being. A crystal, sculpture thing? Did you all know you get taken to like...somewhere to be displayed like a collection or something?

[Normally she'd be pissed, but she was too tired to even bother. Which the defeated sigh will now be offered after realizing: THIS ISN'T WHAT SHE WANTED TO SAY AT ALL!]

Anyway, umm, that isn't exactly the reason I turned this thing on. It's more than that. I just....don't have an easy way of saying it or even going around asking. Without summoning all the perverts and creeps! [Oh, shit. Why did she say that!? She'll end up biting her lower lip almost as a form of smacking herself for that comment!] No, scratch that! Just. How do I start over!? Can everyone pretend you didn't see this? Like at all? Just pretend I wasn't trying to ask for help. I really should've written something down. I'm sure I can survive without eating! I mean, spirits don't need food, right?

[And yet that doesn't sound like an option she wanted to take neither. She didn't want to starve in an unknown world. If it was back home it wouldn't be a big deal but...on cue, her stomach will begin to rumble loudly in protest forcing Nike to turn off the device immediately! How is she so bad at this!?]