05 February 2013 @ 12:15 pm
1st Void  

[Cambot flicks on to reveal a boy in a strangely organic looking black and red bodysuit. The boy unsettlingly looks very similar to Sora sans the black hair and gold eyes. But when he finally speaks, it's clear by his tone he's anything but Sora]

So, anyone on this crate smart enough to tell me where the hell am I and where's the exit? And don't give me that "There's no way out" crap. There has to be a way out.
 
 
19 December 2012 @ 09:18 pm
XXV  
[Liz. Office chair. Swiveling around in the chair staring at the ceiling looking bored as all hell.]

I swear, it feels like this week is never going to end.

[She looks up vaguely at Cambot.]

So...what do you guys think happened to Joel? It didn't look like he made it over that dimensional jump or whatever they called it, and even if he did he'd probably be worse off than we are about this whole Battlefield Dinosaurs thing.

And speaking of which...I kinda hope we don't stay here too much longer. I wouldn't put it past them to send someone up here, and I'd rather not spend another week avoiding traps. At least last time I had the benefit of being a cat.
 
 
10 December 2012 @ 12:11 am
|| Fifth ☄ ||  
--uh.

[Oh hey there Ratchet, where've you been? Stuff happened on the ship while you were gone.

...but something about the Lombax just doesn't look quite right. His fur's a bit bristled and it doesn't look like he's been sleeping very well at all. Scorch-marks cover some pretty broad sections of his armour, notably his hands. But he ignores all that and tries to address Cambot with as casual a demeanor as he can manage.

Which isn't that good.

Something's definately bugging him, other than their current predicament.]


I was gonna say something along the lines of how the heck I got tossed back and forth like this but, ah...

Could someone tell me why there's a talking dinosaur plastered all over the place?
 
 
02 December 2012 @ 03:12 pm
007  
Mike: Wooah! It looks like we’ve gone completely to another dimension!

Crow: At least that killer missile isn’t following us anymore

Tom: Wonder if those crazy mad scientists are still around!

Mike: The question is...where are we?

Gypsy: Rocket #9, get us some readings on the Earth below, pronto!

[Rocket #9 obliges. Everyone on the Satellite will be able to see images of earth...except things look very, very wrong. Most of the human skyscrapers and cities have been abandoned, and in their place are a bunch of more primitive-looking homes with very large doors. All of the humans are either roaming about in the fields, or holed up in cages. And walking around the homes and businesses are instead...dinosaurs! Or at least they look close to them. Mostly, they look like dinosaur-people.]

Mike: Holy smokes! This looks like Earth...except thousands of years in a dark and terrible future!

Crow: Or else a dark and terrible past!

Tom: Or maybe a dark and terrible alternate present!

[All of a sudden, the Hexfield screen fitzes, and something comes onscreen...it looks like a Utahraptor, wearing a pilot’s jacket and some shades.]

Captain Salt Lake: This is Captain Salt Lake of the Forrester Air Force Enforcer Corps! Just what are all you man-beasts doing up on that ship in space?!

[Want to find out about this rather dreary-looking future? Maybe you can get some answers by asking this strange guy...]
 
 
30 November 2012 @ 07:15 pm
006  
[Mike and the Bots are all gathered up on the top deck, all dressed up in their pirate gear. But it looks like there's some big to-do going on...something is coming in on the Hexfield viewscreen! What's more, it doesn't look like the usual strange visitors. The screen first shows an odd, somewhat rickety spaceship, shaped a little bit like a large bolt.]

Mike: Well hey, it looks like someone is trying to hail us! But the transmission's coming in a bit fuzzy. Cambot, put it up on the viewscreen!

[Cambot does so. There's a lot of static, but behind it is none other than Joel Robinson!]

Joel: Hey everyone! It's Joel again. Looks like I finally raised enough funds to get myself a ship up here.

Crow: Woooooow COOOL, it's Joel!

Tom: Joel Joel Joel! He's coming back here again!

Mike: Oh wow, it does look like it!

Joel: Yeah, um, I’ll do my best, but mostly I’m just gonna try and get up there to fix the Twin-Screw Universal Controller. So just hang tight, okay everyone?

[The Bots begin to dance around, singing and making a whole lot of noise. Even Cambot seems to be bopping along.]

Mike: Uhh, yeah, I guess we will!

Joel: Yeah, so-- [The static takes over, and the feed from Joel cuts out. Mike looks pretty pleased.]

[Joel’s small little spaceship is steadily approaching the SOL. The question is...will it get here okay?]
 
 
19 November 2012 @ 12:38 am
Someone is starting to think he's losing it.  
[Roxas is poking at pirate costumes on the theatrical deck. He looks at Cambot when he realizes he isn't alone and just shakes his head.]

Now we have a pirate theme. If Hook shows up, I'm done.

[He holds up a hat that looks to belong to a different Disney pirate captain, however. Sora (or anyone who has seen Pirate of the Caribbean) may or may not recognize Barbossa's hat. From Cambot's POV, we can see that Jack's hat is in the same box. Roxas looks between the two hats for the moment before unceremoniously chucking the Barbossa has back into the box and walking away muttering.]

Forrester needs a hobby.
 
 
Current Mood: bitchy
 
 
10 October 2012 @ 01:12 am
24th Dawn (Probably backdated to first day of this week)  
[Riku's trying to hide his face with an ice pack. Cambot isn't helping.]

Hey. Could someone help me find some aloe on the nature deck? ...It might be a few days before the swelling goes down.

[Cambot manages a good shot, albeit amongst its typical static. Wow, he's got some first and second degree burns across his eyes. Clearly he can see, but still, that's gotta hurt.]
 
 
01 October 2012 @ 10:46 pm
Twentieth Link  
[Cambot seems like he's looking for something...or someone, more likely. He's lost track of his person again, oh dear.

Ah-ha! Here she is...lying near a hallway corner. In one hand she has a hand mirror; it looks like she decorated the back of it during Lisa Frank week--lots of pink heart stickers.

Namine isn't moving.

Well, that's a funny place to sleep. Cambot tries the alarm clock noise, then a rooster crow. No good.

Then again, sleeping people don't usually have their eyes open. Or have a facial expression somewhere between surprised and scared.

After a few confused bleeps a la R2-D2, Cambot settles in to wait with his person until help arrives.]


[OOC: Namine has been petrified by the basilisk. Not that she knew or suspected what it was--she was using the mirror as a way to see if she was being followed.
 
 
25 September 2012 @ 02:32 am
Someone thinks something important needs discussing...  
[Cambot shows us Roxas just stepping out of his room and fidgeting a little with the strange clothes that have appeared for the week. Particularly, he's messing with the scarf, which is black and yellow. He's also grumbling under his breath.]

What else is going on this week?

[Then he looks around and notices Cambot. Normally, he would be a bit annoyed to know he was being filmed without his knowledge or consent, but this time he brightens at the sight of the little robot.]

Perfect timing.

[]

Okay, so... you guys from home. You know where I mean and you know who you are. There's been a little chatter lately about how we ought to sit down and compare notes about what's been happening back home. We should. My question is when and where should we do it. Suggestions?

[There's a pause and he seems to be debating something. When he speaks up again, his tone suggests he suspects a relation, but he's not sure.]

And this is on a different topic, but has anyone else found their room looking like someone went through their stuff?
 
 
20 September 2012 @ 12:23 pm
Thirteenth Breeze  
[It's Ven again, this time in the middle of his room - floating, actually, about four inches off the ground - looking around with a bewildered expression on his face. Those who have been in his room before know it isn't really the neatest place on the ship, but its not-neatness comes more from the relatively cramped quarters than Ven just being messy, as he doesn't have a tendency to leave stuff lying around. That's probably why he's looking confused now: some of his clothes are on the floor, one drawer is open a few inches and another is open not quite as much, and the stuff on his dresser is in disarray. Really it doesn't look much different from any teenage boy's room, but he knows he didn't leave it this way.]

Hey, did someone get wind powers this week or something? I didn't get mine back, but it looks kind of like I cast Tornado in here, and I know I didn't.
 
 
12 September 2012 @ 05:45 pm
Sixth Report  
[Oh dear god who let Twilight into the cafeteria deck. Anyone going in there might find bowls - not cups mind you, or glasses, bowls - stacked on the counters, most of them with drops of dark liquid at the bottom. What in the...]

[As for Twilight herself, well... She's discovered what her power for this week is, after pulling an all-nighter reading and then downing six cereal bowls' worth of coffee.]

[Teleportation.]


Oh my goodness this is great isn't this so great [pop] I just think it's great I mean it's not all my magic but it's some of it [pop] and I haven't been able to do this in FOREVER [pop] and I can wink out here and be over here in a flash and oh dear I want to [pop] know EVERYTHING about what you all can do right now did you [pop] get something back that you already knew or is it completely random because [pop] I can do a lot more than this with my magic at home but here [pop] I'll take what I can get oh I can go REORGANIZE THE LIBRARY because it's not [pop] organized enough we can do so much more to make it efficient [pop] and I'm just the pony for the job because everypony knows I'm the most organized pony in Ponyville [pop] or even Canterlot or maybe even Equestria and everything is exactly where it should be [pop] in its own place and not in something else's place because that would be disorganized of course so it [pop] has its own place oh I can organize all your rooms I'm sure some of them are DREADFUL and Rarity can help me because she has such an eye for [pop] style so you won't even know your rooms at all anymore [pop] and maybe we could even paint them so what colors do you all want for your rooms [pop] OH I CAN'T BELIEVE I FORGOT I was going to [pop] paint the library quick everypony I need your help moving the shelves since I can't levitate things now [pop] but maybe I'll be able to in the future [pop] if we're finally getting our abilities back but you have to make sure to [pop] keep the books in order because if I have to reorganize them AGAIN [pop] it will be chaos but just as long as everypony keeps every item exactly where it is [pop] everything will be fine and we won't have to worry now doesn't that sound great?!

[Every couple of seconds she winks out of one spot only to repear in another part of the satellite, always within view of a Cambot, because she's literally not stopping her movement and she keeps nearly crashing into walls until the very end when she comes to a screeching halt and looks directly into the camera with a big, disturbing grin. Apparently the coffee does things to her brain. Harry Dresden has had one last revenge on the Satellite of Love.]

[...Yeeeeaaaah.]

[Pop. She's gone in a puff of magenta smoke, only to reappear somewhere else again. Where is that? Wherever you happen to be. Be warned, if she lands near you (or on top of you), you will be getting 7,235 questions about what your current situaiton is. She will start to slow down pretty quickly as she crashes from the caffeine buzz, though.]
 
 
Current Music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TbzUen207iw
 
 
27 August 2012 @ 04:39 pm
XXII  
[Liz is in her room, looking over herself in the mirror as she adjusts the suit of armor she's been fitted with. Cambot adds to the mood. Once everything's in place, Liz looks up at Cambot, testing the weight of her new sword.]

You know what? This is awesome.

Cambot's clearly raring to go, what do you say we go check out the rest of the ship? I hope there's slimes or something, I could use some practice again.
 
 
26 August 2012 @ 08:02 pm
Eighteenth Link  
[Namine is wearing her new clothes, sketching a sketch...of her staff. She looks fairly intent on her work until she happens to glance up and notice Cambot recording. Smiling slightly, she closes the sketchbook and picks up said staff.]

Does anyone else have one of these? I've seen people who know magic use something like it, but we can't use magic here, right? Unless that changed and we didn't know it.

[If they can use magic, and she's supposed to use it now, she'll need to start learning quickly.]
 
 
29 July 2012 @ 10:18 am
Fifteenth Key  
[Cambot's been keeping a faithful eye on Sora since he and Xion got back in the time machine. Sora hasn't moved at all since then...until now. He finally stirs and then sits up, looking groggy and disoriented.]

Uuugh...what's happened...

[Then he also notices the platypus on his bed, and reaches over to pet him.]

Oh...hey there, Perry.
 
 
26 July 2012 @ 10:39 pm
Mission 16  
[Not long after this, Cambot comes across Xion in Sora's room. At least, one would think it's Xion, but her hair looks a little too brown--no, wait, it's black as usual, must have been a trick of the light.

It looks like she's checking up on Sora, who looks like he's asleep. Pretty deeply asleep, too; he doesn't seem to be aware of Xion checking his pulse. She looks up when she's done, and she's pretty obviously concerned and tired. When her mouth moves as if she's speaking, Cambot helpfully provides subtitles.]

I can't get him to wake up.
 
 
18 July 2012 @ 09:47 pm
4th Bushel  
[Oh no! It looks like the Utahraptor has Big Macintosh cornered in his little garden. It's quite a bit taller than he is and he's shrinking back against the wall shaking, eyes wide in disbelief - what in the hay is this creature!?

As it comes closer, he tries to take the opportunity to force his way past it, but it immediately pounces on him, sinking its teeth into his flank. Big Mac slams his hind hoof into its jaw to kick it away and gallops off-camera with a hobble, the raptor charging after him. Somepony better come help this poor stallion!]
 
 
11 July 2012 @ 04:06 pm
XXI  
[Liz-kitty found a good perch in a small tree on the nature deck, away from the traps. She knows everyone's still dealing with that whole thing, but there's something she needs to ask...she looks worried and maybe the slightest bit sad, unusually.]

Guys? Has anybody seen Linkara?
 
 
 
04 July 2012 @ 04:39 pm
video;  
--me on, Cambot! You're not gonna show anyone, are you?

[Suddenly, the video shakes back and forth violently, and the voice just off-screen sighs in relief.]

Okay. But I'm trusting you, pal. No funny business.

[Though it seems a little strange at first, the feed does eventually turn upwards to the Lombax's bed, focusing in on--

Not a Lombax, but a human boy. He tries flopping himself onto the bed, but without his tail for proper balance, he succeeds more at falling off the edge of the mattress miserably than anything else. Cambot spins around to the other side of the bed, veering down upon the boy until a gloved hand comes up to swat it away.]


Ehh, well, it could be worse. I could be a pony or something.
 
 
03 July 2012 @ 06:53 pm
Eleventh Breeze  
[There's a tiny little fluffy white thing with a relatively long fluffy tail on one of the counters in the cafeteria. It's trying to figure out how to work the food processors - and absolutely failing because it's tiny, a bit less than the size of a human hand. It jumps onto the front of the machine and starts climbing it, trying to reach the proper buttons, but it can't figure out what's what before losing its grip and having to jump off to glide back to the counter. There comes a small groan of frustration from the fuzzy thing that sounds like a voice that could be any one of three boys on the ship as it gets ready to pounce again.]

[That's when a hand comes out from behind the camera and starts punching buttons; the machine hums and in a second spits out a bowl of small chopped fruit pieces, apples and strawberries and oranges, which the hand puts in front of the sugar glider. The little guy climbs up onto the rim of the bowl and looks up at the camera with what is probably a smile.]


Thanks, Cam.

[Then it's time for lunch! Don't mind him, Ven's just going to sit in the bowl and munch on the snacks presented for him. He's even going to ignore that hand reaching down to pet him down the back and fluffy tail because he's hungry.]