voice, un: greatserpent

[kerontribution]

Oryou has a question.

What is 'vore'?

text; un: aoi_totono

[yabaleys]

aoi has a question
she needs to save her data, upload CGs, and patch the game
where is the center of this world?

aoi hasn't found a place with a strong signal
the design team spent a lot of time designing this open world
must take up a lot of hardware space

tried climbing places up high and sometimes fell down
went to dark low places and got lost a lot
usually roofs are good places for a strong signal
but maybe this setting is different

if you give an answer or try to help
aoi will say thank you

Voice [un:grey]

[lucky_e]

This is a rather unseemly and strange storm.

Does anyone require assistance?

[Regardless of the answers she was already getting ready to head out.]

[OOC: A semi-tie in post can be found here for those interested.]

Text; un. connorsp

[goodweather]

Hello world!

The name's Phil Connors. I'm pretty new to this whole scene. The scientist guys explained everything to me, so I'm all caught up on that. Not loving the whole "no way home" thing, I've got to say, but at least I'm not the only one this time.

So, do any of you know any news stations around here? I'm a weatherman and I'd like to get a jump on things as soon as possible so I can start affording rent and more furniture than just a bed in a box. (I'm also taking recommendations for getting a good cup of coffee.)

I also want to get a feel for the neighborhood. If anyone’s got general tips, I’d be happy to listen.

(Video; UN: motherofdragons)

[decisiveconquest]

(A familiar face, perhaps? Drogon is bigger than he was before, much too big to perch on her shoulder and his expressions are easier to see. Can a Dragon be worried? He certainly looks it, his low growls rumbling, unsure, at his mother's side.)

I feel like I saw this place in a dream. (The sensation of rain pouring down, blurring the lines of the buildings and washing the ash from her clothes forces her to breathe.) Is this what awaits everyone? Are these the Night Lands?

(She glances at Drogon, his eyes flaring fire bright.)

I must be alive. Unless you have learned how to fly far indeed! (Bending down, breaking herself out of her frozen state, she caresses her boy's scaly cheek.)

Does anyone recognize us?

text, un: rosaceae

[roseblooms]

You know, for all that "it was a dark and stormy night" is a hackneyed cliché, I have to admit that I really can't think of a more apt way of describing the state of affairs outside. There's already water collecting in the streets; I imagine it won't be long before the roads and walkways are covered over. And from the sound of it, this storm is going to get worse before it gets better.

Squalls like this weren't altogether uncommon in the place I consider to be my native land; it was a wild place where raw power governed, so it only seems natural that it would have weather to match. I can't deny that even now, I still find a certain raw beauty in the fury of it all. But all the same, these sorts of storms are not to be trifled with, or taken lightly — and they're far better experienced from beneath the shelter of a sturdy roof and solid walls.

If you're not already prepared to weather a deluge, I would recommend remedying that quickly. There's something that feels oddly vicious about this particular tempest, and I won't be at all surprised if trying to brave it becomes hazardous sooner rather than later.