012 ~ Voice

Oct. 6th, 2009 12:50 am
missesthestars: (Amusing)
Due to some recent departures, the Blue Light is again hiring for the following positions:

We urgently need:
Line cooks and chefs
Waitstaff
Porters/dishwashers
Cleaning crew

We are accepting general applications for:
Bartenders
Security

If you are interested please contact me here, or- I'm sorry I didn't order any tea...

No, I'm quite certain I didn't...

Move? Move where?

I will not "Move on down," this is MY office...

GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME!

[There's the sound of a scuffle and the audio cuts off.]

[ooc: Mad Hatter Day! Promise isn't cursed, but there are NPC's and anyone else around her who is. Action threads welcome if you're at the Blue Light (if you're cursed, she may try to gently beat you off her - or not so, your choice), or anything else goes, too!]

010 ~ video

Sep. 5th, 2009 07:10 pm
missesthestars: (NotRobin)
[It sounds like Robin, it looks like Robin, but the mannerisms and vocal inflections are all Promise's as the puck's face fills the viewscreen. She's muttering to begin with then addresses the City proper.]

All I wanted was to get away from the cat and take a walk, not turn into a puck.

Ahem. Well, obviously, I seem to have been switched out of my body along with all the others. If this works the way I think it does that means there's a puck walking around in my body.

Please keep that in mind should you run into me. Conversely, if he's done something to annoy you, don't yell at me, it won't help you any.

[Private to Robin]

Robin, I cannot stress this enough, BEHAVE. No joking, no tricks.

And since the sun's disappearance seems to be related to a curse, do try and get inside before dawn, or come by my place for a cloak. You might have noticed I wasn't wearing one due to the curse. Folly on my part, but there you have it.

...BEHAVE.

[ooc: Back-timed to 6:30 EST because mun needs to learn timezones (again). Replies will be from [livejournal.com profile] someonefixthis ]

missesthestars: (Black Eyed Hunter)
The next waiter that tries to take one of MY pens or one of MY notepads will PAY.

In fact? My office is OFF LIMITS. Anyone caught touching any of MY things will regret it for however long I deem it necessary to keep you alive.

[Private to Blue]

I left plans for the anniversary party for you. The redecorating should only take a day, and I talked to the vendors and the cost is reasonable for the necessities for the drink specials and menu. Some reference images, and inspiration are included.

...I would like it if MY folders were returned when you're finished with them.

missesthestars: (Do I look alright)
[From the limited view of the device it appears to be on the floor of an abandoned apartment. A heavy chair leg can be seen, bolted to the floor, with chains binding someone to it. The figure is struggling, and making pained, yet muffled sounds. A mocking voice can be heard nearby - it's the only voice heard in this post.]

Stop your whimpering, it's unattractive and grating on my nerves - much like your very existence. Now let's see how we're doing....

[There are footsteps and the sound of something being moved. The light in the room is cut off and the figure stops struggling. The footsteps move into view and now the voice is closer.]

Tsk, it appears we've gotten your tan uneven, Promise. We'll just have to start again - we can't have you going out in public like that, it would be too cruel.

[The muffled voice tries to speak, and as the voice answers as it moves away and the feet leave the camera's view. As the voice speaks, the sound of an empty bottle being picked up and set down can be heard.]

Really, if I didn't think you'd try and bite me again, I'd love to hear what you are trying to say.

...Actually, I wouldn't, this is more fun. However, I refuse to work a moment longer without a break for refreshment. You know how I hate to sweat. So stay put and be a good little leech and I will be back soon.

[The footsteps recede and a door opens and closes. The figure begins to struggle again and with the sound of what may be breaking bone, some of the chains fall away.]

OOC )
missesthestars: (Not amused)
[The feed opens on a lone figure wearing a cloak somewhere in the City. She removes the cowl to reveal a woman, blonde and brown-striped hair and brilliant violet eyes. She blinks, and quickly looks at the sky and the buildings around her. As she looks around her eyes darken and her brow slightly furrows in confusion, but there's little else to indicate her mood as anything other than calm.

She sees the Network device nearby and crosses to it, her figure large in the frame as she picks it up. There's a few clicks and the camera shakes as she investigates it's settings. Finally, the video feed ends. There's another click and we change to audio.]


I'm unsure who you are or how you have managed to bring me here, but kindly show yourself.

[There's another click, but the device is still broadcasting.]

This is... unusual.



[OOC: After dark, yo.]

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