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OOC: Permissions Post!
Apr. 4th, 2013 05:31 pmOOC PREFERENCES:
•CONTACT METHOD: Anything (AIM - nccgqmf, plurk - nccbamf, e-mail - iamrah at gmail, DW PM) are all fine with me, but I personally prefer AIM or e-mail for anything that requires more conversation than "tag here plz."
•THREAD-JACKING: PLEASE DO SO, I love thread-jacking.
•FOURTH WALLING / CANON PUNCTURE: No letting her know she's fictional. However, time is known to be warped on the Discworld, so someone could reasonably be from her "future" and know things that way.
•BACKTAGGING: Yes, but I would prefer to find a way to wrap up anything older than a couple of weeks.
•AVOIDED TOPICS: Fire (used in a destructive way, i.e. burning someone's room/things) is a personal trigger for me so please don't.
IC CHARACTERISTICS:
•PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Angua is tall and leggy, with long blonde hair and blue-grey eyes. She's extremely beautiful, but there's a slightly dangerous aura about her, and people tend to feel that she shows too many teeth when she smiles, especially when she's feeling annoyed. Her wardrobe changes from medieval armor to modern dress (thanks, ports!) depending on her mood. She can't transform clothes, so she's always naked right after a Change. She always, always wears a gold and leather chain necklace, which becomes her collar when she's a wolf. She might smell suspiciously of dog. She has a thick accent which I usually describe as "movie European," German by way of English, or Jeremy Irons in Die Hard 3.
As a wolf, she's slightly larger than average (but not as large as a grown direwolf), and looks like a well-bred yellow wolf with blue-grey eyes.
•DEMEANOR: Angua is extremely pragmatic, dry-humored, and largely unflappable on most topics. She walks with a great deal of confidence and purpose. She does tend to keep to herself a bit, but she's not rude, and will easily strike up conversation with other people, especially wardens. She most definitely has a bias towards wardens. She's probably on good terms with your character's dog. When not a wolf, she's a strict vegetarian.
•ABILITIES: Angua is a genetic werewolf -- that is to say, she wasn't bitten and her bite isn't contagious. She has to Change under the full moon, but can Change whenever she likes. As a wolf, she has all the abilities of, well, a wolf, although bigger and with a more sensitive sense of smell, and can communicate with dogs and wolves in the Canine language. When not a wolf, she still has a far more sensitive nose than humans.
•MEDICAL INFORMATION: None.
•OFFENSIVE SUBJECTS: She really, really dislikes vampires. It's not a genocidal hatred or anything, she just tends to find them deeply irritating. On the other hand, she's quite sensitive about anti-undead hatred.
IC PERMISSIONS:
•MENTAL: Yes but PLEASE TALK TO ME FIRST.
•MIMICRY: Yes!
•VIOLENCE: Yes, but definitely please talk to me first, as I usually prefer to work fights out in advance.
•MAGIC: Yes but PLEASE TALK TO ME FIRST.
•DEBATE: Absolutely! But if it's a trolling situation, I don't mind her being trolled, but I don't love CR that consists of absolutely nothing else, so let's work something out.
•OTHER / NOTES: I am extremely uncomfortable with infomodding and tend to police it pretty strictly.
•CONTACT METHOD: Anything (AIM - nccgqmf, plurk - nccbamf, e-mail - iamrah at gmail, DW PM) are all fine with me, but I personally prefer AIM or e-mail for anything that requires more conversation than "tag here plz."
•THREAD-JACKING: PLEASE DO SO, I love thread-jacking.
•FOURTH WALLING / CANON PUNCTURE: No letting her know she's fictional. However, time is known to be warped on the Discworld, so someone could reasonably be from her "future" and know things that way.
•BACKTAGGING: Yes, but I would prefer to find a way to wrap up anything older than a couple of weeks.
•AVOIDED TOPICS: Fire (used in a destructive way, i.e. burning someone's room/things) is a personal trigger for me so please don't.
IC CHARACTERISTICS:
•PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Angua is tall and leggy, with long blonde hair and blue-grey eyes. She's extremely beautiful, but there's a slightly dangerous aura about her, and people tend to feel that she shows too many teeth when she smiles, especially when she's feeling annoyed. Her wardrobe changes from medieval armor to modern dress (thanks, ports!) depending on her mood. She can't transform clothes, so she's always naked right after a Change. She always, always wears a gold and leather chain necklace, which becomes her collar when she's a wolf. She might smell suspiciously of dog. She has a thick accent which I usually describe as "movie European," German by way of English, or Jeremy Irons in Die Hard 3.
As a wolf, she's slightly larger than average (but not as large as a grown direwolf), and looks like a well-bred yellow wolf with blue-grey eyes.
•DEMEANOR: Angua is extremely pragmatic, dry-humored, and largely unflappable on most topics. She walks with a great deal of confidence and purpose. She does tend to keep to herself a bit, but she's not rude, and will easily strike up conversation with other people, especially wardens. She most definitely has a bias towards wardens. She's probably on good terms with your character's dog. When not a wolf, she's a strict vegetarian.
•ABILITIES: Angua is a genetic werewolf -- that is to say, she wasn't bitten and her bite isn't contagious. She has to Change under the full moon, but can Change whenever she likes. As a wolf, she has all the abilities of, well, a wolf, although bigger and with a more sensitive sense of smell, and can communicate with dogs and wolves in the Canine language. When not a wolf, she still has a far more sensitive nose than humans.
•MEDICAL INFORMATION: None.
•OFFENSIVE SUBJECTS: She really, really dislikes vampires. It's not a genocidal hatred or anything, she just tends to find them deeply irritating. On the other hand, she's quite sensitive about anti-undead hatred.
IC PERMISSIONS:
•MENTAL: Yes but PLEASE TALK TO ME FIRST.
•MIMICRY: Yes!
•VIOLENCE: Yes, but definitely please talk to me first, as I usually prefer to work fights out in advance.
•MAGIC: Yes but PLEASE TALK TO ME FIRST.
•DEBATE: Absolutely! But if it's a trolling situation, I don't mind her being trolled, but I don't love CR that consists of absolutely nothing else, so let's work something out.
•OTHER / NOTES: I am extremely uncomfortable with infomodding and tend to police it pretty strictly.
Entry 26: Video
Dec. 10th, 2012 11:14 pm[To those who saw her in the pub, Angua is looking considerably more cheered up. This is mostly a flood thing, but why not go with it? Rather than wearing her sweater, which has already been mauled, she's wearing something that looks suspiciously red and white.]
All right, everyone? As the sole delegate from my world, I've realized it falls to me to bring the spirit of Hogswatch to the ship. It's rather similar to your Christmas in a lot of ways, I think, but it's somewhat... scarier, in a way. But not really.
[She holds up a small, etched illustration of some kind of terrifying pig man.] You see, the Hogfather is a very nice man who just happens to have razor-sharp tusks and gives out presents and black puddings. And this is his sleigh. [She flips the page to show a wicked-looking sleigh, pulled by eight huge wild boars.] It's sort of cute. If you squint. And ignore the fact that they might well eat your reindeer.
Anyway, the real trouble is, for us, Hogswatch lasts from the 36th of December to the 1st of Ick, so I suppose it's just going to have to be moved up. Is everyone okay with celebrating it now? I was thinking of having a little supper tonight. I... haven't actually tried a Hogswatch feast since going veg, but how hard can a vegetarian sausage be?
( Dear Admiral... )
All right, everyone? As the sole delegate from my world, I've realized it falls to me to bring the spirit of Hogswatch to the ship. It's rather similar to your Christmas in a lot of ways, I think, but it's somewhat... scarier, in a way. But not really.
[She holds up a small, etched illustration of some kind of terrifying pig man.] You see, the Hogfather is a very nice man who just happens to have razor-sharp tusks and gives out presents and black puddings. And this is his sleigh. [She flips the page to show a wicked-looking sleigh, pulled by eight huge wild boars.] It's sort of cute. If you squint. And ignore the fact that they might well eat your reindeer.
Anyway, the real trouble is, for us, Hogswatch lasts from the 36th of December to the 1st of Ick, so I suppose it's just going to have to be moved up. Is everyone okay with celebrating it now? I was thinking of having a little supper tonight. I... haven't actually tried a Hogswatch feast since going veg, but how hard can a vegetarian sausage be?
( Dear Admiral... )
Entry 25: Open spam for the pub
Dec. 6th, 2012 11:42 am[It should not, strictly speaking, matter that George is gone. They both knew there would be an expiration date on whatever it was they had. How could they not, when neither of them could ever get by permanently in the other one's world? No, she'd always known: one day, she would go home to the Watch and Carrot, and he would go back to Toronto and... Violet the dog, perhaps.
It's just that she's always been the one who's left before. Sometimes at a run while the then-ex-boyfriend gave chase with torches, but still. She had been absolutely sure she would be the one to do the leaving, and there was a guilt in that, but also a comfort.
Now?
Well, now she's getting bloody drunk.
And it's not even like she has anyone to get drunk with, because other than Buffy, who even knew about her and George? All right, possibly everyone, but she'd like to believe that's not true.
So she's sitting in the pub, getting drunk, by herself. Not, she thinks bitterly, how I used to spend my evenings.]
It's just that she's always been the one who's left before. Sometimes at a run while the then-ex-boyfriend gave chase with torches, but still. She had been absolutely sure she would be the one to do the leaving, and there was a guilt in that, but also a comfort.
Now?
Well, now she's getting bloody drunk.
And it's not even like she has anyone to get drunk with, because other than Buffy, who even knew about her and George? All right, possibly everyone, but she'd like to believe that's not true.
So she's sitting in the pub, getting drunk, by herself. Not, she thinks bitterly, how I used to spend my evenings.]
Entry 24: Video
Nov. 8th, 2012 05:42 pmOh, no.
Let's get it over with.
But Wolf, if you're out there and you've come back from the dead again, please fix that.
Let's get it over with.
But Wolf, if you're out there and you've come back from the dead again, please fix that.
Entry 23: Video
Nov. 4th, 2012 09:00 pm((Sorry I had to drop a couple of the baby Angua threads, guys. If anyone didn't get to thread with her and wants to have had something happen, let me know and we can work it out OOC.))
[Immediately after waking up in the infirmary post-that-flood-where-she-tried-to-eat-everybody, Angua fled to the CES to enjoy her death toll in privacy as a wolf. As soon as the ship landed, she decided that wasn't fleeing far enough and bolted out to the far reaches of Wonderland. In other words, this is first time anyone's seen her face in a while, and she looks pretty guilty about that.]
So listen, I know this is quite belated, but I'm really very sorry to anyone I may have, er. Mauled. I'm much better than that now, I promise.
[Private to Satsuki]
[Not that she's expecting this will make much difference, but...] And I'm especially sorry to you. I heard you're doing all right, though? The infirmary said.
[Private to Buffy and Dean]
Thank you. You were right to do it. [Even if it's going to take her a while before she can look either of them in the eye, and not only out of embarrassment; the memory of the silver going into her back is going to stay with her for a long time.]
[Private to George]
...Hi.
[Immediately after waking up in the infirmary post-that-flood-where-she-tried-to-eat-everybody, Angua fled to the CES to enjoy her death toll in privacy as a wolf. As soon as the ship landed, she decided that wasn't fleeing far enough and bolted out to the far reaches of Wonderland. In other words, this is first time anyone's seen her face in a while, and she looks pretty guilty about that.]
So listen, I know this is quite belated, but I'm really very sorry to anyone I may have, er. Mauled. I'm much better than that now, I promise.
[Private to Satsuki]
[Not that she's expecting this will make much difference, but...] And I'm especially sorry to you. I heard you're doing all right, though? The infirmary said.
[Private to Buffy and Dean]
Thank you. You were right to do it. [Even if it's going to take her a while before she can look either of them in the eye, and not only out of embarrassment; the memory of the silver going into her back is going to stay with her for a long time.]
[Private to George]
...Hi.
Entry 22: Video / Spam
Oct. 24th, 2012 08:51 pm[Private to random recipients and Ben]
[The young Delphine Angua von Uberwald doesn't know how to work her communicator with the same aplomb as her older self -- not enough, at least, to know how to filter to inmates, especially given that she's not clear on the whole warden/inmate division to begin with. She's managed to work out the private function, though, and she knows that this is not a message that should be sent to everyone, so she hits a few names that look likely for one reason or another, largely at random.
The sight of her is probably not what anyone who knows the adult Angua would expect: for one thing, she's crying, and openly so. Her face is bright red and tearstained, eyes wide with what looks like terror. She has her back pressed against the bars of a Zero cell. When she speaks, it's a little hard to understand, not only because of the choked timbre but also the thickness of her Germanish accent.]
Please, whoever is out there, please, you must help me. My name is Delphine. Some people, they -- they've put me in a cage at the bottom of this place, and I don't know how to get out. They just locked me up here and left me all alone, and... [She sniffles fitfully, voice tightening, weepy.] I don't know what to do...
[Open spam, later]
[Sprung free by the strange not-quite-human boy, a much more cheerful-looking Angua pads through the halls, tracing along more carefully now to avoid the particular humans whose scent is practically still -- ugh -- invading her nostrils from when they'd grabbed her before. By now she's starving, though, and eager for further prey...]
[The young Delphine Angua von Uberwald doesn't know how to work her communicator with the same aplomb as her older self -- not enough, at least, to know how to filter to inmates, especially given that she's not clear on the whole warden/inmate division to begin with. She's managed to work out the private function, though, and she knows that this is not a message that should be sent to everyone, so she hits a few names that look likely for one reason or another, largely at random.
The sight of her is probably not what anyone who knows the adult Angua would expect: for one thing, she's crying, and openly so. Her face is bright red and tearstained, eyes wide with what looks like terror. She has her back pressed against the bars of a Zero cell. When she speaks, it's a little hard to understand, not only because of the choked timbre but also the thickness of her Germanish accent.]
Please, whoever is out there, please, you must help me. My name is Delphine. Some people, they -- they've put me in a cage at the bottom of this place, and I don't know how to get out. They just locked me up here and left me all alone, and... [She sniffles fitfully, voice tightening, weepy.] I don't know what to do...
[Open spam, later]
[Sprung free by the strange not-quite-human boy, a much more cheerful-looking Angua pads through the halls, tracing along more carefully now to avoid the particular humans whose scent is practically still -- ugh -- invading her nostrils from when they'd grabbed her before. By now she's starving, though, and eager for further prey...]
Entry 21: Video
Oct. 12th, 2012 09:13 am[It's Angua's room, and Angua's communicator... but what's broadcasting is neither a woman nor a wolf.
It's a cat.
She's a cat.
How is she a cat???
Characteristically, she's looking irritated... or maybe that's just her face right now.]
Oh, yes. Very funny, Admiral. At least my doors are already paw-friendly, I suppose.
Relatedly, I can tell that some of you don't exactly have a lot of experience with this, so I'll be holding a bit of an emergency workshop up on the deck. Four Legs 101, let's say.
It's a cat.
She's a cat.
How is she a cat???
Characteristically, she's looking irritated... or maybe that's just her face right now.]
Oh, yes. Very funny, Admiral. At least my doors are already paw-friendly, I suppose.
Relatedly, I can tell that some of you don't exactly have a lot of experience with this, so I'll be holding a bit of an emergency workshop up on the deck. Four Legs 101, let's say.
Entry 21: Voice
Oct. 2nd, 2012 12:32 pm((Takes place the day after this.))
[Private to Dean, Buffy, and George, separately]
I need to talk to you.
[Private to Wanda]
I need a favor.
...Sorry, strike that. Two favors.
[Private to Red]
We're going to the CES on the last night of the full moon. All right? It's time we stepped this up.
[Private to Dean, Buffy, and George, separately]
I need to talk to you.
[Private to Wanda]
I need a favor.
...Sorry, strike that. Two favors.
[Private to Red]
We're going to the CES on the last night of the full moon. All right? It's time we stepped this up.
Entry 20: Video, Private to Red
Sep. 8th, 2012 01:20 pm((Sorry this is super-late. /o\ Backdated to after this.))
[Well, so much for not Changing, then. After talking to Tommy, Angua's back in her room in minutes, and back to human in almost as little time. She barely even has her clothes back on before she grabs her communicator and hits Red's name.]
What did you do??
[Well, so much for not Changing, then. After talking to Tommy, Angua's back in her room in minutes, and back to human in almost as little time. She barely even has her clothes back on before she grabs her communicator and hits Red's name.]
What did you do??
Entry 19: Video
Aug. 30th, 2012 08:55 pm((Dated to a few hours after the hostage crisis is resolved! Also, Angua was transformed for almost the entire flood, so feel free to have had your character spot her as a wolf... or spot her running around in the nude when not transformed, because hers doesn't work with clothes.))
[Angua is looking sleepy, but annoyed, her face slightly puffy as she rubs at her eyes.]
Honestly, there are times I think I just shouldn't sleep around here. Ever.
Next person to try something like that gets... well, you won't like it, all right?
[Private to Satsuki]
[She forces herself to relax a little, shaking out her mussed hair.] Listen, I had a thought about the port I want to talk with you about. Have you got a minute?
[Private to the Admiral]
My inmate needs a pet with actual lungs, Admiral. I'd like to requisition some kind of small rodent for Satsuki Yatouji. With a cage and all the... accoutrements, please. A hamster will probably do.
[Angua is looking sleepy, but annoyed, her face slightly puffy as she rubs at her eyes.]
Honestly, there are times I think I just shouldn't sleep around here. Ever.
Next person to try something like that gets... well, you won't like it, all right?
[Private to Satsuki]
[She forces herself to relax a little, shaking out her mussed hair.] Listen, I had a thought about the port I want to talk with you about. Have you got a minute?
[Private to the Admiral]
My inmate needs a pet with actual lungs, Admiral. I'd like to requisition some kind of small rodent for Satsuki Yatouji. With a cage and all the... accoutrements, please. A hamster will probably do.
Entry 18: Spam for George
Jul. 22nd, 2012 03:43 pm[After the blowup on Mariska's introduction, Angua's infuriated and at a loss. She doesn't cry, because coppers don't, and she's pretty bad at it anyway; she sort of wants to go for a run, but she only ever goes running on all fours, and that seems like a bad idea in the current climate. She paces for a while, throws a chew toy at the wall -- and then eventually she remembers that there is someone she can go to with these things, now. Someone she's maybe supposed to make deal with it when she's upset.
So she stalks down to George's room and thumps on the door, flushed and bristling wildly. When he answers, she stalks in and thumps on the floor, instead, growling without so much as a hello:]
No offense, but damn everyone on this ship!
So she stalks down to George's room and thumps on the door, flushed and bristling wildly. When he answers, she stalks in and thumps on the floor, instead, growling without so much as a hello:]
No offense, but damn everyone on this ship!
Entry 17: Video, Public
Jul. 9th, 2012 12:30 pmChromie, given that the Barge seems to largely run on 21st Century Earth standards, maybe we could incorporate a bit into the welcome brochure on... er, well, all of that.
[She has a book called "Lasers and You" in her hands, but she just looks sort of dazed.]
Honestly, it's a lot to catch up on.
[Private to Satsuki]
Speaking of which, how's, um, Haruki doing?
[Backdated to pre-Risa, private to Buffy, text]
[As always, Angua writes in longhand. But the writing is a little smudged, because someone has been drinking.]
can I tallke to you about ſomething if you promiſe to never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever tell aneyone?
ever?
[She has a book called "Lasers and You" in her hands, but she just looks sort of dazed.]
Honestly, it's a lot to catch up on.
[Private to Satsuki]
Speaking of which, how's, um, Haruki doing?
[Backdated to pre-Risa, private to Buffy, text]
[As always, Angua writes in longhand. But the writing is a little smudged, because someone has been drinking.]
can I tallke to you about ſomething if you promiſe to never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever tell aneyone?
ever?
Entry 16: Video
Jun. 18th, 2012 01:29 pm((Backdated to the flood, sob, I'm sorry this is so late.))
[The changes are small and subtle, with Angua, but they're there. The observer who would notice such things might notice that her normally beige room looks slightly more upscale: there's a gold-backed clock on her nightstand where a picture frame usually sits, for example. More noticeably, her collar is gone, and to a well-trained ear, her accent may sound a little broader.
There's a large mystery mug on the table next to her, the contents not visible. She takes a sip from it and regards the camera cheerfully.]
Bet half of you a dollar you've got no idea who I am. Right? You can pay me any time.
Satsuki, all right, yeah? I'm sure you'll let me know if you need something. Good girl.
[Private to her friends, MINUS Dick, Buffy, Dracula, and Dean]
Drink later? Come to my room, the pub's full of them.
And if you are one of them, I'm waiting on that dollar.
[The changes are small and subtle, with Angua, but they're there. The observer who would notice such things might notice that her normally beige room looks slightly more upscale: there's a gold-backed clock on her nightstand where a picture frame usually sits, for example. More noticeably, her collar is gone, and to a well-trained ear, her accent may sound a little broader.
There's a large mystery mug on the table next to her, the contents not visible. She takes a sip from it and regards the camera cheerfully.]
Bet half of you a dollar you've got no idea who I am. Right? You can pay me any time.
Satsuki, all right, yeah? I'm sure you'll let me know if you need something. Good girl.
[Private to her friends, MINUS Dick, Buffy, Dracula, and Dean]
Drink later? Come to my room, the pub's full of them.
And if you are one of them, I'm waiting on that dollar.
Entry 15: Video
Jun. 12th, 2012 12:11 pmI know some of you have been in this place for a very long time, and there are some of you who've gone and come back again, so I thought I might ask: was going home really, really strange for any of you?
It's only, well, chatting with some of the lot from my world, I realized it was a bit difficult to explain a lot of what's gone on here.
I mean, it's definitely a bit of a puzzler, trying to start a conversation with, "Well, there was the time I died," or "once I turned into my brother." And that was only once we'd gotten past things like electrics and undergarments.
It's only, well, chatting with some of the lot from my world, I realized it was a bit difficult to explain a lot of what's gone on here.
I mean, it's definitely a bit of a puzzler, trying to start a conversation with, "Well, there was the time I died," or "once I turned into my brother." And that was only once we'd gotten past things like electrics and undergarments.
Entry 14: Video
Jun. 8th, 2012 05:34 pmDid he say communications? That's a bit atypical, isn't it?
Wait, let me guess: the communicators are going to devour us whole any moment, yes?
((Angua is open to ABSOLUTELY ANYONE! Go nuts.))
Wait, let me guess: the communicators are going to devour us whole any moment, yes?
((Angua is open to ABSOLUTELY ANYONE! Go nuts.))
Entry 13: Video
Jun. 3rd, 2012 12:06 pm((Backdated to the port, sorry this is late! I also apologize for the torturous pun in this post.))
[Anyone who was watching Angua's comm earlier got a wolf's-eye view of Gotham as she chased down George the Hulk. The feed switched off when George grabbed her, but now it switches back on some time later to show Angua, human again, wearing what looks like a tattered toga and looking very frazzled. Behind her appears to be a green wall. She's whispering.]
Look, I know you're all a bit busy out there, but is anyone planning on coming back with a cure for this Titan stuff any time soon?
[There's a vague rumble, like thunder, and she glances over her shoulder.]
...Not in needle form, for preference.
...And someone who's got a knack for flight or scaling buildings, for necessity.
[She sighs, adjusting her toga. Yes, Poor Angua's looking a little... F. Wrayed at the seams right now.]
[Anyone who was watching Angua's comm earlier got a wolf's-eye view of Gotham as she chased down George the Hulk. The feed switched off when George grabbed her, but now it switches back on some time later to show Angua, human again, wearing what looks like a tattered toga and looking very frazzled. Behind her appears to be a green wall. She's whispering.]
Look, I know you're all a bit busy out there, but is anyone planning on coming back with a cure for this Titan stuff any time soon?
[There's a vague rumble, like thunder, and she glances over her shoulder.]
...Not in needle form, for preference.
...And someone who's got a knack for flight or scaling buildings, for necessity.
[She sighs, adjusting her toga. Yes, Poor Angua's looking a little... F. Wrayed at the seams right now.]
Entry 12: Video
May. 16th, 2012 11:11 amIs that what television is? I'm amazed we haven't latched on to it yet in Ankh-Morpork. Some enterprising fellow is going to make a killing someday.
[During the Breach, Angua was Julia Langley, the daughter of a famous but washed-up actor. She was steadfastly American, badly faking her accent, and hated dogs.
...Waking up from that was weird.]
[Private to the Admiral]
[She's been putting this together for a while, now, and she's actually quite proud of the idea. She's been reading up on technology, you see.]
Hello, sir. I'd like two... [Even so, she has to read this out loud from the book.] ...ta-ma-got-chis. Circa Earth, Japan, 1999 or so. For my inmate and myself.
[And later, for Satsuki]
All right, Satsuki? I've got something for you.
[During the Breach, Angua was Julia Langley, the daughter of a famous but washed-up actor. She was steadfastly American, badly faking her accent, and hated dogs.
...Waking up from that was weird.]
[Private to the Admiral]
[She's been putting this together for a while, now, and she's actually quite proud of the idea. She's been reading up on technology, you see.]
Hello, sir. I'd like two... [Even so, she has to read this out loud from the book.] ...ta-ma-got-chis. Circa Earth, Japan, 1999 or so. For my inmate and myself.
[And later, for Satsuki]
All right, Satsuki? I've got something for you.
Entry 11: Video
Apr. 10th, 2012 08:19 am[Warden Filter]
It's come to my attention recently that some wardens have been showing a certain bias against certain residents of this Barge, and that this bias is largely racial in nature. Lads, I'm only going to say this once: vampires may be vampires, but they're our vampires, and they're here to be helped, not harassed for what they are. They're particularly not responsible for the crimes of other vampires.
Please keep this in mind. Mr. Dracula is extremely upset about it, and I happen to know he's not the only one.
[She pauses briefly, struggling with something, but then adds:]
Incidentally, to clear up some confusion on the matter: Yes, I'm a werewolf. As far as I know, I'm the only one -- and I would know if I weren't. I'm a strict vegetarian, I've never killed anything bigger than a chicken -- and I've been steering clear of yours, Arkady -- and no, our bites won't and never have turned anyone into a vicious, drooling animal. From what I understand, those who would be have managed it just fine on their own.
[Private to Satsuki]
Apparently, we were paired up during the last flood. I'm reading your file now. Believe me, I will have some questions, so please come by my cabin in... let's give it an hour.
It's come to my attention recently that some wardens have been showing a certain bias against certain residents of this Barge, and that this bias is largely racial in nature. Lads, I'm only going to say this once: vampires may be vampires, but they're our vampires, and they're here to be helped, not harassed for what they are. They're particularly not responsible for the crimes of other vampires.
Please keep this in mind. Mr. Dracula is extremely upset about it, and I happen to know he's not the only one.
[She pauses briefly, struggling with something, but then adds:]
Incidentally, to clear up some confusion on the matter: Yes, I'm a werewolf. As far as I know, I'm the only one -- and I would know if I weren't. I'm a strict vegetarian, I've never killed anything bigger than a chicken -- and I've been steering clear of yours, Arkady -- and no, our bites won't and never have turned anyone into a vicious, drooling animal. From what I understand, those who would be have managed it just fine on their own.
[Private to Satsuki]
Apparently, we were paired up during the last flood. I'm reading your file now. Believe me, I will have some questions, so please come by my cabin in... let's give it an hour.
Entry 10: Video: Public from the CES
Apr. 2nd, 2012 03:17 pm[Wolfgang did not like the Barge one bit when he first arrived: it's full of humans and human things, and the signs of his sister Angua's horrible, depressing, human-loving life. But eventually, a bit of jogging around (as a wolf, then as a man in the nude, wearing only Angua's collar -- ha! a collar, how pathetic -- both times) brought him to the CES, and now he couldn't be happier.
Except that he's hungry.
Still naked, because why shouldn't he be, he broadcasts, in his thick, German-like bark of an accent:]
Good morning, citizens of the Barge! A few things to say! First: I thank you for the warm welcome you have given myself and my dear sister Angua... but I'm afraid your "dining hall" is not quite up to the Uberwald standard. And so, I offer two invitations:
First: I know there are wolves on board. Brethren, my name is Wolfgang von Uberwald, and if you do not know that, then know that I can promise you freedom and feast alike. Throw off your shackles and your silly leashes and join me here, away from all these... men... under our feet!
[And he lets out a howl that will probably set most wolves and dogs on the Barge to barking. After a second, he stops and smiles, less sheepish than crazed.]
And now, to the humans: would any of you care to join me for a game and a bite? It is, as they say... first come, first served!
[He sniffs the air suddenly and glances around, eyes brightening.] A-hah: I think my first guest has arrived! [And the broadcast switches off.]
((I'm sorry this is late, it's backdated to the morning of day 2 of the flood :C Feel free to have your character come to the CES, or if you want to throw up a thread with wolf!Wolf or naked!Wolf running around, that's also cool!))
Except that he's hungry.
Still naked, because why shouldn't he be, he broadcasts, in his thick, German-like bark of an accent:]
Good morning, citizens of the Barge! A few things to say! First: I thank you for the warm welcome you have given myself and my dear sister Angua... but I'm afraid your "dining hall" is not quite up to the Uberwald standard. And so, I offer two invitations:
First: I know there are wolves on board. Brethren, my name is Wolfgang von Uberwald, and if you do not know that, then know that I can promise you freedom and feast alike. Throw off your shackles and your silly leashes and join me here, away from all these... men... under our feet!
[And he lets out a howl that will probably set most wolves and dogs on the Barge to barking. After a second, he stops and smiles, less sheepish than crazed.]
And now, to the humans: would any of you care to join me for a game and a bite? It is, as they say... first come, first served!
[He sniffs the air suddenly and glances around, eyes brightening.] A-hah: I think my first guest has arrived! [And the broadcast switches off.]
((I'm sorry this is late, it's backdated to the morning of day 2 of the flood :C Feel free to have your character come to the CES, or if you want to throw up a thread with wolf!Wolf or naked!Wolf running around, that's also cool!))
