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Appointments Post
Mar. 2nd, 2014 10:59 pm
Appointments and messages for Luceti. Please title, tag, and date appropriately.
05://written
Jul. 5th, 2012 08:46 pmAnother day, another day. Another dead-beat, droll, dumb, death-defying day.
And here I am. Bored again. Funny how that works. It just keeps creeping up on me~
Well. I've been polite and waited for you precious things to be interesting for once and...
have to say that business with the runaway was priceless. Well done. Though, not well enough it seems. Oh well! Can't have your cake and eat it too! ;)
BUT. The fact remains that it just didn't make the cut sooo I'll be making it for you all. snipsnip.
I'm done being fair to you all, playing by the rules. They're so b o r i n g , rules are. More fun to bend and break and snap.
We're going to have fun you and I, Luceti.
[Below the crazed anonymous babbling is more crazed anonymous babbling! But the above text is...at least understandable! This right here is literally gibberish!]
dtr ec jspnud ispnuv dti g'nr gd ujc vbss.
tick tock.
xx~
[Good luck, readers.]
((OOC: The garble text is a cipher! And the hints to the type of cipher and the key are in the text! If you're having trouble figuring it out and your character should be able to, hit me up on IM @ kujoismydog and I will give you more hints! Have fun!
edit: Ciphers. This is the page I use. Comes in handy!
edit the sequel: the decryption is acting up and it's ONE letter off, so don't let that bother you ;; ))
And here I am. Bored again. Funny how that works. It just keeps creeping up on me~
Well. I've been polite and waited for you precious things to be interesting for once and...
have to say that business with the runaway was priceless. Well done. Though, not well enough it seems. Oh well! Can't have your cake and eat it too! ;)
BUT. The fact remains that it just didn't make the cut sooo I'll be making it for you all. snipsnip.
I'm done being fair to you all, playing by the rules. They're so b o r i n g , rules are. More fun to bend and break and snap.
We're going to have fun you and I, Luceti.
[Below the crazed anonymous babbling is more crazed anonymous babbling! But the above text is...at least understandable! This right here is literally gibberish!]
dtr ec jspnud ispnuv dti g'nr gd ujc vbss.
tick tock.
xx~
[Good luck, readers.]
((OOC: The garble text is a cipher! And the hints to the type of cipher and the key are in the text! If you're having trouble figuring it out and your character should be able to, hit me up on IM @ kujoismydog and I will give you more hints! Have fun!
edit: Ciphers. This is the page I use. Comes in handy!
edit the sequel: the decryption is acting up and it's ONE letter off, so don't let that bother you ;; ))
04 Byte://action.voice
May. 8th, 2012 05:41 pm[It was the first night in days that it wasn't raining and the sky was just clear enough to see the stars.
Which was good because James Moriarty had been doing nothing but hacking journal entries and people watching the entire time. There were some tedious bits of memorization scattered throughout his days; new codes in particular. He'd already established a good few to be in Sherlock's knowledge so he set out to study something different from his usual arsenal.
He even considered creating his own but - who could possibly learn it? Sherlock Holmes was always a contender but this was something to be kept from him, not shared with the class.
Needless to say he was pleased to be able to indulge in a pastime that had yet to fall from his interests. He suspected anyone who knew him by reputation (because no one knew him any other way) would think that he liked to torture innocent people in his free time, maybe feed cyanide to pigeons (which deserve it) or perhaps they thought about him fashioning shoes out of human skin. Who would have thought that it involved nothing more than naming constellations?
Which is exactly what he would be doing on a particularly grassy knoll with a blanket underneath him to avoid getting his clothes wet. What he would be doing if he recognized any of the fucking stars.
He was growing steadily less amused with this situation. Never once had he been anywhere where he couldn't look up at the sky and catalog them all by quadrant and name. Lyra, Hercules, Cygnus, Vulpecula. Not one constellation he could name.
That was completely impossible.]
[Voice]
Would the library have any star-charts by any common stretch of the imagination? Or am I to assume no one's dared scribbling down dots?
[The performance is weak. The irritation is obvious and his usually bored, lilting way of speaking is especially apparent.]
[End Voice]
[If anyone bothered to join him or ask what he was doing, James Moriarty - oh, I mean Milverton - would be a little irritable in answering.]
[Voice (again)]
Also. Welcome to any of you newbies. You're going to have oodles of fun here.
[Still irritated.]
Which was good because James Moriarty had been doing nothing but hacking journal entries and people watching the entire time. There were some tedious bits of memorization scattered throughout his days; new codes in particular. He'd already established a good few to be in Sherlock's knowledge so he set out to study something different from his usual arsenal.
He even considered creating his own but - who could possibly learn it? Sherlock Holmes was always a contender but this was something to be kept from him, not shared with the class.
Needless to say he was pleased to be able to indulge in a pastime that had yet to fall from his interests. He suspected anyone who knew him by reputation (because no one knew him any other way) would think that he liked to torture innocent people in his free time, maybe feed cyanide to pigeons (which deserve it) or perhaps they thought about him fashioning shoes out of human skin. Who would have thought that it involved nothing more than naming constellations?
Which is exactly what he would be doing on a particularly grassy knoll with a blanket underneath him to avoid getting his clothes wet. What he would be doing if he recognized any of the fucking stars.
He was growing steadily less amused with this situation. Never once had he been anywhere where he couldn't look up at the sky and catalog them all by quadrant and name. Lyra, Hercules, Cygnus, Vulpecula. Not one constellation he could name.
That was completely impossible.]
[Voice]
Would the library have any star-charts by any common stretch of the imagination? Or am I to assume no one's dared scribbling down dots?
[The performance is weak. The irritation is obvious and his usually bored, lilting way of speaking is especially apparent.]
[End Voice]
[If anyone bothered to join him or ask what he was doing, James Moriarty - oh, I mean Milverton - would be a little irritable in answering.]
[Voice (again)]
Also. Welcome to any of you newbies. You're going to have oodles of fun here.
[Still irritated.]
03 Byte://written
Apr. 21st, 2012 01:02 pm[It's another one of those dreadfully uncomfortable anonymous posts! Drat, they're such a trial aren't they?
Well at least it's not as long and creepy as the last one.]
I'd like to thank you all for being so open.
That is all. Return to your grazing.
-R
[...Okay so maybe it is just as creepy.]
Well at least it's not as long and creepy as the last one.]
I'd like to thank you all for being so open.
That is all. Return to your grazing.
-R
[...Okay so maybe it is just as creepy.]
02 Byte://written
Mar. 29th, 2012 11:54 am[There is no explanation for the scribbling. No signature, no definitive writing style or indication to who it could be. The screen has been blocked by something, the name - no where to be seen.
It's obvious someone is disguising their handwriting. But who? And why?
One thing's for sure. They're not in their right mind.]
bored
boredboredboredboredboredboredBOREDB O R E D
DEROB
already there's nothing to do. nothing to see nothing to plan nothing to doooooooo
bored
you lot are no help either
Sheep. All of you. No one dares question, fight or kick and scream. Like Schrödinger's cat. Dead and alive people. Dead and alive.
Just laying down and dying. Nobody clawing their way out of the box.
Bad kittens.
Don't worry. I'll help.
Someone has to teach you to live again. All of you, grown so comfortable in limbo. Disgusting.
Time to wake up.
Any cats that will claw and bite?
Any that already have?
Or are there any other Schrödingers here? The ones with all the questions and all the answers?
tick tock tick tock tick tock
[The journal was blocked, and would remain so.]
It's obvious someone is disguising their handwriting. But who? And why?
One thing's for sure. They're not in their right mind.]
bored
boredboredboredboredboredboredBOREDB O R E D
DEROB
already there's nothing to do. nothing to see nothing to plan nothing to doooooooo
bored
you lot are no help either
Sheep. All of you. No one dares question, fight or kick and scream. Like Schrödinger's cat. Dead and alive people. Dead and alive.
Just laying down and dying. Nobody clawing their way out of the box.
Bad kittens.
Don't worry. I'll help.
Someone has to teach you to live again. All of you, grown so comfortable in limbo. Disgusting.
Time to wake up.
Any cats that will claw and bite?
Any that already have?
Or are there any other Schrödingers here? The ones with all the questions and all the answers?
tick tock tick tock tick tock
[The journal was blocked, and would remain so.]
01 Byte://video
Mar. 19th, 2012 02:39 pmHi Luceti. Another newcomer here.
[For once in a great while Luceti - a New Feather understands the concept of the Journals and doesn't spend their first post making a great fuss over how to work it. Nope! James Moriarty - or as he will be going by until further notice - James Milverton knows exactly what to do.
He has a soft voice, pleasant to listen to with a bit of an Irish lilt to it.
He starts off by just smiling into the camera and waving. Right off the bat, James looks as if he's had a hell of a first day. He's got stitches on his head, right around the hairline; a bruise on his cheek that's now a lovely mishmash of purple and red; a split lip on the right side and a ring of dark bruises around his neck. James doesn't look like he'd make for a very good fighter so any assumptions that this is the result of him being beaten up won't insult him in the least. Because that's what has happened.
At least he's out of his New Feather garb! He's wearing things he just picked up at the shop, none of it really looks right on him. But they're clothes - he's not complaining.
On the outside at least.]
I was just looking through the Guide last night - really helpful stuff, whoever made this thing I'm really quite grateful for that so...thanks. But yes, I was looking through it and I wanted to ask a little further about the things you were wearing popping up in the shop.
Does that include jewelry? Things that aren't really yours but...what you were wearing at the time?
Just wondering.
[He looks a bit.... hesitant to bring this next subject up. But he's forcing himself to be brave about it. (Ain't it sad folks?) He takes a gulp, steadies himself and makes himself say it.]
I-If you were wondering about the...bruises and stuff auhm -- that was from the guy I woke up with. Tall, dark hair, English, blue eyes - if that helps. If that description rings any bells....who is he? I never caught a name, he was too busy -- [He gestures to the ring of bruises around his neck. They look like fingers.]
Anyway. He has a doctor friend: short, light hair, English as well. Actually saved my life last night, along with the help of Ms. LeBlanc.
If you're listening by the way - thank you, really. The stitches are holding nicely -- I think.
The reason I'm bringing this up is to just ask if anyone knows where they're living around here? I want to try and avoid them as much as possible. Luceti isn't really big enough to do that but I think if I can just...not go some places, I'll be alright.
Well that concludes this first post! Yaaaaay. [He does a mock celebration dance, wiggling where he's seated and chuckles afterwards. Embarrassed by himself, poor dear.]
Thanks for listening.
[For once in a great while Luceti - a New Feather understands the concept of the Journals and doesn't spend their first post making a great fuss over how to work it. Nope! James Moriarty - or as he will be going by until further notice - James Milverton knows exactly what to do.
He has a soft voice, pleasant to listen to with a bit of an Irish lilt to it.
He starts off by just smiling into the camera and waving. Right off the bat, James looks as if he's had a hell of a first day. He's got stitches on his head, right around the hairline; a bruise on his cheek that's now a lovely mishmash of purple and red; a split lip on the right side and a ring of dark bruises around his neck. James doesn't look like he'd make for a very good fighter so any assumptions that this is the result of him being beaten up won't insult him in the least. Because that's what has happened.
At least he's out of his New Feather garb! He's wearing things he just picked up at the shop, none of it really looks right on him. But they're clothes - he's not complaining.
On the outside at least.]
I was just looking through the Guide last night - really helpful stuff, whoever made this thing I'm really quite grateful for that so...thanks. But yes, I was looking through it and I wanted to ask a little further about the things you were wearing popping up in the shop.
Does that include jewelry? Things that aren't really yours but...what you were wearing at the time?
Just wondering.
[He looks a bit.... hesitant to bring this next subject up. But he's forcing himself to be brave about it. (Ain't it sad folks?) He takes a gulp, steadies himself and makes himself say it.]
I-If you were wondering about the...bruises and stuff auhm -- that was from the guy I woke up with. Tall, dark hair, English, blue eyes - if that helps. If that description rings any bells....who is he? I never caught a name, he was too busy -- [He gestures to the ring of bruises around his neck. They look like fingers.]
Anyway. He has a doctor friend: short, light hair, English as well. Actually saved my life last night, along with the help of Ms. LeBlanc.
If you're listening by the way - thank you, really. The stitches are holding nicely -- I think.
The reason I'm bringing this up is to just ask if anyone knows where they're living around here? I want to try and avoid them as much as possible. Luceti isn't really big enough to do that but I think if I can just...not go some places, I'll be alright.
Well that concludes this first post! Yaaaaay. [He does a mock celebration dance, wiggling where he's seated and chuckles afterwards. Embarrassed by himself, poor dear.]
Thanks for listening.
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