009 - [Video]
Feb. 21st, 2015 12:06 am[With the knowledge of getting out of here soon looming on the horizon with no set date, Teddy's been thinking more and more about his home. The thought of seeing his friends again, his weird, pseudo-family, the tall buildings of New York City, the crowds of people... it makes him so, so excited to just hop on the next plane back home and say goodbye to this place for good.
At the same time, he can't really deny that Luceti's been... okay, for what it was. A glorified prison for glorified lab rats, a vacation house in the middle of a very pretty hell. Horrible things have happened here that Teddy would rather forget about. But, just as well, some pretty incredible things happened too. There are some things he doesn't really want to forget, although he wouldn't mind the alternative. Start the adventure all over again with Billy at his side through all of it – it sounds more and more appealing the more he thinks about it.
Which he's doing as he flips through his journal, looking back on not only his own past entries, but his friends as well. Birthdays, introspection, some rather embarrassing or plain hilarious things... It's all kind of nice to look back on, and he can't help wondering a few things, too. Might as well before the end, after all.
So he turns on the video, where he taps his Starkphone against his upper lip for a moment before he addresses everyone.]
So hey. Before we all go back – or not, for some of you guys, I wanted to ask something. What's the best memory you have of this place that you might wanna keep with you? It doesn't have to be the happiest or anything. Maybe it made you proud or relieved or whatever gave you feels. But there's got to be one little memory you're at least kind of fond of, right?
Or, you know... one of the best, if you don't want to talk about your favorite one. I get the privacy thing, it's cool.
[And... this will probably, hopefully, be his last post on this thing. He can't help thinking of that as he waits for responses, too.]
At the same time, he can't really deny that Luceti's been... okay, for what it was. A glorified prison for glorified lab rats, a vacation house in the middle of a very pretty hell. Horrible things have happened here that Teddy would rather forget about. But, just as well, some pretty incredible things happened too. There are some things he doesn't really want to forget, although he wouldn't mind the alternative. Start the adventure all over again with Billy at his side through all of it – it sounds more and more appealing the more he thinks about it.
Which he's doing as he flips through his journal, looking back on not only his own past entries, but his friends as well. Birthdays, introspection, some rather embarrassing or plain hilarious things... It's all kind of nice to look back on, and he can't help wondering a few things, too. Might as well before the end, after all.
So he turns on the video, where he taps his Starkphone against his upper lip for a moment before he addresses everyone.]
So hey. Before we all go back – or not, for some of you guys, I wanted to ask something. What's the best memory you have of this place that you might wanna keep with you? It doesn't have to be the happiest or anything. Maybe it made you proud or relieved or whatever gave you feels. But there's got to be one little memory you're at least kind of fond of, right?
Or, you know... one of the best, if you don't want to talk about your favorite one. I get the privacy thing, it's cool.
[And... this will probably, hopefully, be his last post on this thing. He can't help thinking of that as he waits for responses, too.]
008 [Action]
Aug. 14th, 2014 10:18 pm[When Teddy went to bed, he felt pretty much normal. Not like anything was going to happen or anything. Just curled up next to his sleeping boyfriend, kissed his cheek good night, then drifted off to sleep.
During the night, however, after he's rolled to the side, he shifts, and not just a sleep-shift. His shoulders aren't quite so broad, he's more slender, the shorts and t-shirt he wore to bed hang loosely around his frame, and the ring Billy gave him just a couple of weeks ago shrinks in size to fit him.
And when he wakes up, he's confused, frustrated and out of his mind with worry, because he doesn't know why he's here when he should be in the middle of a battle in New York against the Skrulls. And why is he wearing clothes that are way too big for him, and – is that a ring on his finger?
Scratch the whole “he” and “his” thing. Teddie Altman, super heroine of Earth-615, has arrived.]
[Later, after Billy's explained things, Teddie's decided to explore Luceti for herself and see just where she's ended up, unable to escape. It's small, it's slow, it's... incredibly rustic, and also houses some characters that she's looked up to when she was a kid, and practically adores now. It's sort of like being in a comic con, or anime con, or whatever con, and it's taking place in a tiny town just outside of Jersey. Only this isn't cosplay; this is apparently the real thing, and Teddie can't help staring at some of the characters she knows before quickly looking away. She has no idea how Billy can keep his cool around some of these people, because all Teddie wants to do is give in to the fangirl shrieking that's going on in her head.
First up, though, she needs to find some clothes. Billy's clothes fit her to an extent, but they still hang loosely, the chest area is tight, and she has to wear a belt just to keep the pants up. Next, eat something, because she'd just gotten over being knocked unconscious back at home, and there's apparently only one real restaurant here (which is one of the biggest shocks, really). After that, she stays by the fountain to eat and people watch, both because she likes to do it, and also because she's not sure she wants to go back to the apartment. Yes, Billy's there, but... it's not her Billie, and she keeps seeing pictures of her - him and his boyfriend looking so happy, and he's sad because his boyfriend's sort of gone, and -
Ugh. It's messing with her head, all of this is. She still can't help thinking that is just some weird dream while she's still knocked out back at home. She'll wake up, surely she'll wake up soon, and Xavin will still be there trying to drag her to safety, Billie and the rest of the Young Avengers will find her, and she can tell them all about this crazy dream she had.
Yeah. Definitely.]
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During the night, however, after he's rolled to the side, he shifts, and not just a sleep-shift. His shoulders aren't quite so broad, he's more slender, the shorts and t-shirt he wore to bed hang loosely around his frame, and the ring Billy gave him just a couple of weeks ago shrinks in size to fit him.
And when he wakes up, he's confused, frustrated and out of his mind with worry, because he doesn't know why he's here when he should be in the middle of a battle in New York against the Skrulls. And why is he wearing clothes that are way too big for him, and – is that a ring on his finger?
Scratch the whole “he” and “his” thing. Teddie Altman, super heroine of Earth-615, has arrived.]
[Later, after Billy's explained things, Teddie's decided to explore Luceti for herself and see just where she's ended up, unable to escape. It's small, it's slow, it's... incredibly rustic, and also houses some characters that she's looked up to when she was a kid, and practically adores now. It's sort of like being in a comic con, or anime con, or whatever con, and it's taking place in a tiny town just outside of Jersey. Only this isn't cosplay; this is apparently the real thing, and Teddie can't help staring at some of the characters she knows before quickly looking away. She has no idea how Billy can keep his cool around some of these people, because all Teddie wants to do is give in to the fangirl shrieking that's going on in her head.
First up, though, she needs to find some clothes. Billy's clothes fit her to an extent, but they still hang loosely, the chest area is tight, and she has to wear a belt just to keep the pants up. Next, eat something, because she'd just gotten over being knocked unconscious back at home, and there's apparently only one real restaurant here (which is one of the biggest shocks, really). After that, she stays by the fountain to eat and people watch, both because she likes to do it, and also because she's not sure she wants to go back to the apartment. Yes, Billy's there, but... it's not her Billie, and she keeps seeing pictures of her - him and his boyfriend looking so happy, and he's sad because his boyfriend's sort of gone, and -
Ugh. It's messing with her head, all of this is. She still can't help thinking that is just some weird dream while she's still knocked out back at home. She'll wake up, surely she'll wake up soon, and Xavin will still be there trying to drag her to safety, Billie and the rest of the Young Avengers will find her, and she can tell them all about this crazy dream she had.
Yeah. Definitely.]
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Jun. 10th, 2014 10:18 pm[It felt like the village was at a complete standstill since the draft ended, and that was to be expected. There were a few new arrivals, sure, and there was that play that the two girls did, and that was adorable... But what everyone had come back from was horrifying, and Teddy wasn't even in the worst part of it.
That's not to say he didn't suffer. But he feels like he shouldn't talk much about it, though doing so with Billy helped immensely. He's determined to get through life accordingly, do everything he's schedule to do without a problem, be a strong and happy face for people to see. The news just keeps coming when he - or, rather, Tommy runs into him and tells him that a certain someone left. When he leads, Teddy tries to contact her a few times, but with no luck. He takes a moment for that to sink in, lips pressed in a thin line, before he turns the journal more public, turning the video on to show his somber face.]
So... Kate Bishop went back to New York. She's pretty much the most amazing person anyone could know, and the best kicker of all things butt. ... It's not going to be the same without her around.
[And yes, it's sad that Kate went back, that he won't be seeing a friend of his for... he's not sure how long it'll be. But New York is her home, and her place was fighting crime alongside the Young Avengers. And Luceti has proven itself to be a horrible place to live.
So with a sigh, Teddy turns off the journal.]
[By the fountain, he strums lightly on the guitar, playing nothing in particular. He's deep in thought, and the movement of his fingers helps him focus. About Billy, everything that he told him about what's been going on after the draft, with the nightmares and the food tasting like rot and everything. About the draft, how he had to watch people die, how field medicine worked but didn't seem to be fast enough in a place like this. About Katniss, how he'd never have a jam session like this again, how she was going back to a world of survival of the fittest, and...
And, with a twang, Teddy looks down and realizes that he stroke the strings too hard, all five of them snapped and hanging at the end.
... So much for doing things without a problem. Knowing that this isn't going to work, Teddy places the broken guitar against the wall of the smithy (he... never really considered the guitar his anyway), shifts his larger set of wings, and flies to the Battledome to let out some of the frustration and anger that he felt building up.]
[Later on in the day, he decides to finally visit the art gallery that he'd been avoiding since the draft ended. As he thought, it's dusty, and that makes him feel a twinge of guilt. He's just getting on fixing that – polishing the frames and cleaning the glass – when it happens. The whole place just disappears, making Teddy let out a surprised sound as he falls a few inches to the ground, where he ends up stumbling on his feet.
...
What?
Again, he takes out his journal, wide-eyed and slightly flushed.]
Okay, um – Potts' Art Gallery? Just disappeared. And the paintings with it too. If anyone can tell me why this just happened, that'd be great.
[He kind of feels like he's in so much trouble, even though it's not his fault in the slightest.]
That's not to say he didn't suffer. But he feels like he shouldn't talk much about it, though doing so with Billy helped immensely. He's determined to get through life accordingly, do everything he's schedule to do without a problem, be a strong and happy face for people to see. The news just keeps coming when he - or, rather, Tommy runs into him and tells him that a certain someone left. When he leads, Teddy tries to contact her a few times, but with no luck. He takes a moment for that to sink in, lips pressed in a thin line, before he turns the journal more public, turning the video on to show his somber face.]
So... Kate Bishop went back to New York. She's pretty much the most amazing person anyone could know, and the best kicker of all things butt. ... It's not going to be the same without her around.
[And yes, it's sad that Kate went back, that he won't be seeing a friend of his for... he's not sure how long it'll be. But New York is her home, and her place was fighting crime alongside the Young Avengers. And Luceti has proven itself to be a horrible place to live.
So with a sigh, Teddy turns off the journal.]
[By the fountain, he strums lightly on the guitar, playing nothing in particular. He's deep in thought, and the movement of his fingers helps him focus. About Billy, everything that he told him about what's been going on after the draft, with the nightmares and the food tasting like rot and everything. About the draft, how he had to watch people die, how field medicine worked but didn't seem to be fast enough in a place like this. About Katniss, how he'd never have a jam session like this again, how she was going back to a world of survival of the fittest, and...
And, with a twang, Teddy looks down and realizes that he stroke the strings too hard, all five of them snapped and hanging at the end.
... So much for doing things without a problem. Knowing that this isn't going to work, Teddy places the broken guitar against the wall of the smithy (he... never really considered the guitar his anyway), shifts his larger set of wings, and flies to the Battledome to let out some of the frustration and anger that he felt building up.]
[Later on in the day, he decides to finally visit the art gallery that he'd been avoiding since the draft ended. As he thought, it's dusty, and that makes him feel a twinge of guilt. He's just getting on fixing that – polishing the frames and cleaning the glass – when it happens. The whole place just disappears, making Teddy let out a surprised sound as he falls a few inches to the ground, where he ends up stumbling on his feet.
...
What?
Again, he takes out his journal, wide-eyed and slightly flushed.]
Okay, um – Potts' Art Gallery? Just disappeared. And the paintings with it too. If anyone can tell me why this just happened, that'd be great.
[He kind of feels like he's in so much trouble, even though it's not his fault in the slightest.]
006 [Voice]
Jan. 11th, 2014 01:31 am[A few days ago, Teddy and Billy had gotten away from the village to go ice skating at one of the lakes. They had a wonderful time, too, even if it was clumsy and awkward at first. It was still full of laughter and joy, and quiet moments of reflection and love.
Yesterday, however, was when it started. Billy started to get sniffly and achy, the first sign that something was wrong. Teddy thought it was a cold, and Billy thought the same, though that didn't stop the former from quietly feeling a little guilty about it.
Today? Today, it seemed a lot worse. Billy's stuck in bed and feeling absolutely awful, whereas with a cold he'd at least get out of bed for some things. Teddy could handle colds, despite not having experienced any sort of sicknesses himself. This? He's not even sure what this is. Billy's miserable, his cheeks and forehead feel too hot, and – god, it looks like it hurts him to even move...
Teddy doesn't know what this is, and so he feels himself panicking inside. What if it's worse than they thought? What if this is just the beginning? What if Billy can't get past this, what if...
It's with that in mind that, while Billy's curled on his side under the blankets and coughing pitifully, Teddy opens the journal, wanting to filter it to Mia but not having the right mind to do it. He stands a few feet away, trying to keep his voice low, but Billy's coughing just happens to end while he speaks softly, his voice trying to remain steady, yet a hint of fear finds its way into it anyway.]
I don't know what to do... I think Billy's dying. He's really sick, and -
[Suddenly, a muffled, wheezy voice cuts in from beneath the covers-]
I'm not dying, Tee, don't tell them that...
[Honestly, it's like he's never seen someone with the flu before.]
But we don't know for sure, what if you get worse? It's already pretty bad... We at least need help.
Mmrrgh...
[The first response is too muffled, as Billy burrows further into the blankets. And then more coughing, because talking is a chore he is not enjoying right now.]
...Soup. Just g'me some soup.
...Okay.
[And with that, Teddy walks away to make some soup - chicken noodle, apparently the best kind for being sick. Once he's out of the room, however, he turns back to the journal as he keeps walking.]
If anyone knows what's wrong, or what I can do... Please.
[[ooc: This is sort of a joint post! Teddy will most likely answer - please specify if you want Billy too, otherwise the boy will happily burrow in the blankets and try not to die.]]
Yesterday, however, was when it started. Billy started to get sniffly and achy, the first sign that something was wrong. Teddy thought it was a cold, and Billy thought the same, though that didn't stop the former from quietly feeling a little guilty about it.
Today? Today, it seemed a lot worse. Billy's stuck in bed and feeling absolutely awful, whereas with a cold he'd at least get out of bed for some things. Teddy could handle colds, despite not having experienced any sort of sicknesses himself. This? He's not even sure what this is. Billy's miserable, his cheeks and forehead feel too hot, and – god, it looks like it hurts him to even move...
Teddy doesn't know what this is, and so he feels himself panicking inside. What if it's worse than they thought? What if this is just the beginning? What if Billy can't get past this, what if...
It's with that in mind that, while Billy's curled on his side under the blankets and coughing pitifully, Teddy opens the journal, wanting to filter it to Mia but not having the right mind to do it. He stands a few feet away, trying to keep his voice low, but Billy's coughing just happens to end while he speaks softly, his voice trying to remain steady, yet a hint of fear finds its way into it anyway.]
I don't know what to do... I think Billy's dying. He's really sick, and -
[Suddenly, a muffled, wheezy voice cuts in from beneath the covers-]
I'm not dying, Tee, don't tell them that...
[Honestly, it's like he's never seen someone with the flu before.]
But we don't know for sure, what if you get worse? It's already pretty bad... We at least need help.
Mmrrgh...
[The first response is too muffled, as Billy burrows further into the blankets. And then more coughing, because talking is a chore he is not enjoying right now.]
...Soup. Just g'me some soup.
...Okay.
[And with that, Teddy walks away to make some soup - chicken noodle, apparently the best kind for being sick. Once he's out of the room, however, he turns back to the journal as he keeps walking.]
If anyone knows what's wrong, or what I can do... Please.
[[ooc: This is sort of a joint post! Teddy will most likely answer - please specify if you want Billy too, otherwise the boy will happily burrow in the blankets and try not to die.]]
005 - Action/Voice
Aug. 27th, 2013 03:53 pm[Today marked a big day for Teddy Altman: He's eighteen today. If he were back in New York, he could vote in elections, own a credit/debit card of his own, and not have to groan over papers and applications that had a little note for people who were under eighteen. He's pretty much an adult now.
He still kind of feels like a young teenager who has no idea what he's doing, though, so he can't help being a little disappointed when he wakes up and doesn't suddenly feel like a man with a plan who knows everything and can do anything.
After gently being coaxed outside by Billy, Teddy decides to do all the things he usually does, seeing how Luceti is sorely lacking in ways to celebrate a milestone year like this. He wanders and chats up store owners, from the bakery to the weapon shop to Seventh Heaven to even the general store. He gets himself a large meal for lunch, as is customary for a guy like him, and orders his favorite just for today. He visits the library and reads up on whatever new comics they have, and that's where he gets lost in thought enough to open his journal and ask a question that's been on his mind since the day began.]
When someone turns eighteen, do they do anything special? It's a pretty big thing for teenagers in America; you can vote and get drafted and pretty much be considered an adult by the law. But does it mean anything in other worlds? Call me curious.
[He goes to the Battledome after that to simulate a basketball game – just to watch this time, not to participate. The 1992 East Regional Final, Duke verses Kentucky, one of the most suspenseful games in history and something that Teddy had watched on YouTube, but certainly not like this. It's no wonder that he's particularly hyped when he walks out. So much so that he takes to the sky as soon as he's outside, deciding that he'd rather take the joyride home rather than plain old walking. He's still a teenager, and he still feels pretty invincible even without that adult knowledge he was expecting, so why not?
Teddy might not feel any different, but it's still a pretty special day.]
He still kind of feels like a young teenager who has no idea what he's doing, though, so he can't help being a little disappointed when he wakes up and doesn't suddenly feel like a man with a plan who knows everything and can do anything.
After gently being coaxed outside by Billy, Teddy decides to do all the things he usually does, seeing how Luceti is sorely lacking in ways to celebrate a milestone year like this. He wanders and chats up store owners, from the bakery to the weapon shop to Seventh Heaven to even the general store. He gets himself a large meal for lunch, as is customary for a guy like him, and orders his favorite just for today. He visits the library and reads up on whatever new comics they have, and that's where he gets lost in thought enough to open his journal and ask a question that's been on his mind since the day began.]
When someone turns eighteen, do they do anything special? It's a pretty big thing for teenagers in America; you can vote and get drafted and pretty much be considered an adult by the law. But does it mean anything in other worlds? Call me curious.
[He goes to the Battledome after that to simulate a basketball game – just to watch this time, not to participate. The 1992 East Regional Final, Duke verses Kentucky, one of the most suspenseful games in history and something that Teddy had watched on YouTube, but certainly not like this. It's no wonder that he's particularly hyped when he walks out. So much so that he takes to the sky as soon as he's outside, deciding that he'd rather take the joyride home rather than plain old walking. He's still a teenager, and he still feels pretty invincible even without that adult knowledge he was expecting, so why not?
Teddy might not feel any different, but it's still a pretty special day.]
004 - Action/Voice
Apr. 9th, 2013 08:44 pm[Action]
[Although Teddy didn't go on the draft, he knew plenty of friends who did. Once he was certain they were all accounted for, though some had gone through some heavy losses, he felt like he could relax a little. And with relaxation, it dawned on him that he hadn't really practiced his shifting ability in a while. Sure, there was his Hulkling form, but he knew that one. Knew it inside and out. What about others?
This is why he sits by the edge of the fountain, homework and pencil in hand, though he doesn't work so much as watch people over the top of the page. He's inconspicuous about it, as this is a hobby he's developed for some time now.
And when he's sure he's not in anyone's range of vision, he transforms, shifting into the form of the person he's got his eyes on. That's when he stops watching them and looks down at the body he's impersonating, just to study the shape, occasionally glancing up to make sure he has everything right. Even when the person's left, he still stays in that form for a few long moments before he shifts back, writing his answers in his homework once he's satisfied with the shape he's in.
Observe, learn, shift, hold. This is what he's learned over the years, though it's been a while since he's done this for selfless reasons. Just for practice, nothing more.]
[Voice]
[It's sunset and he's still outside, though he appears to be walking back home. There's just one thing on his mind, something that occurred to him while shifting.]
Anyone up for playing b-ball sometime? It's been way too long since I actually got to play against someone. Holograms just don't really cut it, you know?
[He would suggest football, but, well. When you've got the ability to possibly break someone in half with a good tackle, that probably isn't the best sport to go for.]
[Although Teddy didn't go on the draft, he knew plenty of friends who did. Once he was certain they were all accounted for, though some had gone through some heavy losses, he felt like he could relax a little. And with relaxation, it dawned on him that he hadn't really practiced his shifting ability in a while. Sure, there was his Hulkling form, but he knew that one. Knew it inside and out. What about others?
This is why he sits by the edge of the fountain, homework and pencil in hand, though he doesn't work so much as watch people over the top of the page. He's inconspicuous about it, as this is a hobby he's developed for some time now.
And when he's sure he's not in anyone's range of vision, he transforms, shifting into the form of the person he's got his eyes on. That's when he stops watching them and looks down at the body he's impersonating, just to study the shape, occasionally glancing up to make sure he has everything right. Even when the person's left, he still stays in that form for a few long moments before he shifts back, writing his answers in his homework once he's satisfied with the shape he's in.
Observe, learn, shift, hold. This is what he's learned over the years, though it's been a while since he's done this for selfless reasons. Just for practice, nothing more.]
[Voice]
[It's sunset and he's still outside, though he appears to be walking back home. There's just one thing on his mind, something that occurred to him while shifting.]
Anyone up for playing b-ball sometime? It's been way too long since I actually got to play against someone. Holograms just don't really cut it, you know?
[He would suggest football, but, well. When you've got the ability to possibly break someone in half with a good tackle, that probably isn't the best sport to go for.]
003 - Voice
Jan. 13th, 2013 11:14 pm[When the journal turns on, all it can see is nothing but the ceiling. At first, there aren't any noises, either. Well, nothing except the sound of clicking from what sounds like a mouse. After a moment of that, however, that stops, and then Teddy's voice is heard, sounding a bit unsure.]
...Billy? I think my laptop upgraded itself.
[Another sound, one of faintly playing music that might have been heard earlier, is paused as Billy's voice comes in a little further away.]
Upgraded how? Is it running better?
No, there's just... stuff that wasn't there before, like some games I've never heard of. Come here a second...
[Something's being shut and set aside for the moment, and then there's the sound of footsteps noise as Billy makes his way to where Teddy's sitting.]
Maybe it's just an added Christmas bonus. .... 'Slender'? Are you sure that's not a virus or something?
Beats me. Guess I won't tell unless I click it - I've got avast, don't worry.
...If you break your laptop you can't steal mine.
I steal yours to play Skyrim anyway, your argument is invalid. Now, let's see...
( HORROR GAME SHENANIGANS GO )
Okay... So far I'm finding nothing.
Nothing but- your screen's doing that thing again.
Yeah, I don't - [And just as Teddy lifts his hand to tap the screen - ]
What is that noise!?
Agh, it's - I can't - What the fuck -
[Briefly, there's the sound of the chair creaking - but this time it sounds like it's being forced back even further and even jostled. Following right after is Billy letting out a scream and loud, incoherent sputterings of "shit shit shit" before his footsteps are heard again, this time much louder and quicker as he runs away, and the door slamming.
Teddy, however, just breathes heavily for a few seconds... before he lets it out in one long breath, then gives a brief pause as he looks around.]
... Billy?
[And more footsteps, much softer now that Teddy's walking to the door, where all that can be heard is muffled shrieking.]
B, it's okay, it's over now - let me in?
[... At least his voice is only shaky compared to Billy's screaming.]
((ooc: As Billy will spend the rest of the time being under a blanket, Teddy will answer for the most part, though the former might interject at some points. If you want Billy in on it for a threeway thread, just say so and we'll drag him out! For the record, replies will, in Luceti time, be answered about ten minutes after the entry, seeing how they must console each other after such a near death experience.
Also, the video we used for reference. Have fun!))
...Billy? I think my laptop upgraded itself.
[Another sound, one of faintly playing music that might have been heard earlier, is paused as Billy's voice comes in a little further away.]
Upgraded how? Is it running better?
No, there's just... stuff that wasn't there before, like some games I've never heard of. Come here a second...
[Something's being shut and set aside for the moment, and then there's the sound of footsteps noise as Billy makes his way to where Teddy's sitting.]
Maybe it's just an added Christmas bonus. .... 'Slender'? Are you sure that's not a virus or something?
Beats me. Guess I won't tell unless I click it - I've got avast, don't worry.
...If you break your laptop you can't steal mine.
I steal yours to play Skyrim anyway, your argument is invalid. Now, let's see...
( HORROR GAME SHENANIGANS GO )
Okay... So far I'm finding nothing.
Nothing but- your screen's doing that thing again.
Yeah, I don't - [And just as Teddy lifts his hand to tap the screen - ]
What is that noise!?
Agh, it's - I can't - What the fuck -
[Briefly, there's the sound of the chair creaking - but this time it sounds like it's being forced back even further and even jostled. Following right after is Billy letting out a scream and loud, incoherent sputterings of "shit shit shit" before his footsteps are heard again, this time much louder and quicker as he runs away, and the door slamming.
Teddy, however, just breathes heavily for a few seconds... before he lets it out in one long breath, then gives a brief pause as he looks around.]
... Billy?
[And more footsteps, much softer now that Teddy's walking to the door, where all that can be heard is muffled shrieking.]
B, it's okay, it's over now - let me in?
[... At least his voice is only shaky compared to Billy's screaming.]
((ooc: As Billy will spend the rest of the time being under a blanket, Teddy will answer for the most part, though the former might interject at some points. If you want Billy in on it for a threeway thread, just say so and we'll drag him out! For the record, replies will, in Luceti time, be answered about ten minutes after the entry, seeing how they must console each other after such a near death experience.
Also, the video we used for reference. Have fun!))
002 - [Action/Voice]
Sep. 4th, 2012 02:42 am[Late in the morning, only just after he had his morning coffee and just fixed toast for breakfast, Teddy had been surprised to find himself being shoved out of the apartment by his own boyfriend. Soon, he found himself blinking at the front door, a piece of cinnamoned toast still in his hand as the post-it note with his name beside Billy's door sign fluttered mournfully to the ground.
He got out a pitiful whine and forlornly posted the note back up before he ushered himself outside, finishing his toast in the meantime.
During the day, Teddy can be found at multiple places. The first is the Battledome, where he fiddles with the settings, some as harmless as a movie theater and some as dangerous as a warzone, but he doesn't fully go through with them. He's merely going through the options for later use. He may mutter to himself about how this must be what the Danger Room is like, and he may even be up for a light spar or something different if someone found him.
The second is Seventh Heaven, where he eats a light lunch of a small burger with fries, and he's a little proud of how he didn't compare it to New York's food outloud. It doen't mean he doesn't think it, though, and he spends more time subtly people watching and listening to conversations than really focusing on food and what the homelife was like. When he's done, he doodles a few musical notes on a napkin, again to possibly be used at a later date, before he stuffs that in his pocket.
The final place is on the roof of the school. He's not doing much of anything up there, just sitting with his legs pulled up and looking out over the village.
Teddy still can't help marveling over how different this place is from what he's used to. There aren't any sounds of car alarms or horns, no distant conversations or laughter, no police sirens or a far off explosion from an invading force (though, Teddy thinks to himself, he ought to be more thankful for the lack of the latter). Occasionally at night, he still wakes up and thinks that it's too quiet, too dark. And he really hopes he's not the only one who thinks that way.
With that thought in mind, Teddy reaches behind him to take the journal, left open in case Billy decides to let him back into the apartment, and decides to address the masses.]
Does anyone else feel seriously out of place here, or am I just being weird? And I don't mean the whole, "being held captive and having to suffer through lame shifts", but just the setting in general. Anyone else out there come from a home that's completely different from a village straight out of Golden Sun?
[He decides then that he'll chat with people for a while, then venture off the roof and see if Billy will allow him back inside. Not that Teddy knows what he did to deserve being kicked outside, but maybe he can beg for forgiveness enough to be let back in.]
He got out a pitiful whine and forlornly posted the note back up before he ushered himself outside, finishing his toast in the meantime.
During the day, Teddy can be found at multiple places. The first is the Battledome, where he fiddles with the settings, some as harmless as a movie theater and some as dangerous as a warzone, but he doesn't fully go through with them. He's merely going through the options for later use. He may mutter to himself about how this must be what the Danger Room is like, and he may even be up for a light spar or something different if someone found him.
The second is Seventh Heaven, where he eats a light lunch of a small burger with fries, and he's a little proud of how he didn't compare it to New York's food outloud. It doen't mean he doesn't think it, though, and he spends more time subtly people watching and listening to conversations than really focusing on food and what the homelife was like. When he's done, he doodles a few musical notes on a napkin, again to possibly be used at a later date, before he stuffs that in his pocket.
The final place is on the roof of the school. He's not doing much of anything up there, just sitting with his legs pulled up and looking out over the village.
Teddy still can't help marveling over how different this place is from what he's used to. There aren't any sounds of car alarms or horns, no distant conversations or laughter, no police sirens or a far off explosion from an invading force (though, Teddy thinks to himself, he ought to be more thankful for the lack of the latter). Occasionally at night, he still wakes up and thinks that it's too quiet, too dark. And he really hopes he's not the only one who thinks that way.
With that thought in mind, Teddy reaches behind him to take the journal, left open in case Billy decides to let him back into the apartment, and decides to address the masses.]
Does anyone else feel seriously out of place here, or am I just being weird? And I don't mean the whole, "being held captive and having to suffer through lame shifts", but just the setting in general. Anyone else out there come from a home that's completely different from a village straight out of Golden Sun?
[He decides then that he'll chat with people for a while, then venture off the roof and see if Billy will allow him back inside. Not that Teddy knows what he did to deserve being kicked outside, but maybe he can beg for forgiveness enough to be let back in.]
001 - [Action/Video]
Jul. 11th, 2012 05:22 pm( [Introspective Action!!] )
[It's only after he tries transforming into his Hulkling form, feeling pain in his back and seeing the reason behind it, does he find the journal not far away from him on the shore. A journal with his name on it. Like this wasn't getting any freakier by the second.
He flips through it and slowly starts to figure out what it is before making any panicked outbursts or demands. There were other people who were stuck here too, and - jeez, some of those voices sounded familiar... But that couldn't be, right? Right. Being stuck in a world with a bunch of fictional characters would only be a fanboy's dream come true and all.
He's not seeing or hearing from anyone he knows, though... So, with a wave of his hand through his sea soaked hair and a glance around to make sure that he was alone, he pushes what he thinks is the video button and... tries not to feel awkward as he talks.]
I'm probably just talking to a book right now, but... [He can't help grinning to himself a little. Heh, just like Avatar.] Let me see if I got this right. This is another world called Luceti, it's not New York or even anywhere on Earth, and there's no way to get back home. That'd sure make a good TV show. I bet it'd be like Lost.
I take it there's no point in asking how I got here, either. I guess what I'm trying to get at is...
Is there anyone around here who considers themselves "super heroes", from Earth or whatever planet you come from? My name is Teddy, and I'm... [One of you, and was hoping we could talk and figure out how to get out of this mess.] ... a really big fan! I know a lot of heroes like... like Captain America, or... Iron Man. [His smile falters. That wasn't a very good example to give. But it's back up as if nothing happened at all. Honestly, he's hoping that one of those heroes recognizes him, either from the Avengers themselves or from his own team.] Or if you don't, then... Who would you look up to as a hero? I don't know, I guess I'm just trying to get a little settled. I can't say I've ever been to another world before. [And right now it's a little less cool than he'd like it to be.]
... Billy? Are you here?
[It's only after he tries transforming into his Hulkling form, feeling pain in his back and seeing the reason behind it, does he find the journal not far away from him on the shore. A journal with his name on it. Like this wasn't getting any freakier by the second.
He flips through it and slowly starts to figure out what it is before making any panicked outbursts or demands. There were other people who were stuck here too, and - jeez, some of those voices sounded familiar... But that couldn't be, right? Right. Being stuck in a world with a bunch of fictional characters would only be a fanboy's dream come true and all.
He's not seeing or hearing from anyone he knows, though... So, with a wave of his hand through his sea soaked hair and a glance around to make sure that he was alone, he pushes what he thinks is the video button and... tries not to feel awkward as he talks.]
I'm probably just talking to a book right now, but... [He can't help grinning to himself a little. Heh, just like Avatar.] Let me see if I got this right. This is another world called Luceti, it's not New York or even anywhere on Earth, and there's no way to get back home. That'd sure make a good TV show. I bet it'd be like Lost.
I take it there's no point in asking how I got here, either. I guess what I'm trying to get at is...
Is there anyone around here who considers themselves "super heroes", from Earth or whatever planet you come from? My name is Teddy, and I'm... [One of you, and was hoping we could talk and figure out how to get out of this mess.] ... a really big fan! I know a lot of heroes like... like Captain America, or... Iron Man. [His smile falters. That wasn't a very good example to give. But it's back up as if nothing happened at all. Honestly, he's hoping that one of those heroes recognizes him, either from the Avengers themselves or from his own team.] Or if you don't, then... Who would you look up to as a hero? I don't know, I guess I'm just trying to get a little settled. I can't say I've ever been to another world before. [And right now it's a little less cool than he'd like it to be.]
... Billy? Are you here?
