Sweet merciful summons…

[The voice is weak, tired, drained, but still very much alive. When the feed clicks on there is an image a lithe figure in a dark-blue-could-even-be-black business suit sitting on the center mound, upper body resting slightly bent knees. For several moments she doesn't move save for the rising and falling of her chest. ( Read more... )

[At first, the only thing heard in the broadcast is an irriated, feminine voice, that might sound eerily familiar to some.]

How rude! He didn't have to tell me to leave like THAT. How hard is it to explain things politely? I may be new, but that doesn't mean he can speak to me in THAT tone of voice.

[It was clear the person speaking was feeling ( Read more... )

[Kurt doesn't talk right away when he turns on the feed. He just hesitates as if rethinking his decision, and it can be heard that he is very clearly crying-- And it's impossible for him to pretend he's fine this time.]

I--I don't think I can work at the theater anymore. Or at--at the club. I don't-- I can't sing anymore. I just--

[A small, ( Read more... )

( [not an IC cut; Yako talking about the Apartments, jobs, and asking Newcomer business owners to step forward] )

The media in this world is horribly unpoetic. Nothing of heroes and proper wars or the things of epic poetry. Instead there are... monstrosities.

[Whoops. Someone made the choice to go see the terribad 50's movies late at night-- most likely what he ended up seeing were all the monster movies.]

Monsters. Creatures to be feared and to be hunted.

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[The feed clicks on, and the first thing that can be seen is Kurt dressed in all black--specifically, a skin-tight shirt and skinny jeans, a sequined vest and a scarf. Behind him are two girls in sleek black leotards, easily identifiable as Ahiru and Xion.

Without further ado, the music starts. What is seen is an exact replica of this performance ( Read more... )