[Well, if there is anyone on deck, they may notice a rather perplexed looking D’eon, over the edge of the ship, then to the area above it. While he understood very well that he was old fashioned, and was frequently at a loss when it came to technology, there was simply no logical explanation for this ( Read more... )

Have yourself a very irritated and tired looking Frieza. He has been keeping fairly quiet until today when finally...he realized that the kid was not going to go away. He looks as though he has not slept in a few days. There is a squalling 3 yrd old hanging from his arm and he shakes it to dislodge the screaming toddler. I will gladly grant anyone ( Read more... )

[The feed comes on with Eugene holding a clipboard and a pen and standing in the middle of the main encampment.]

Okay, I think we should take a head count for survivors. What I have gathered is that two are missing. Please respond so I can mark you as present.

[He's half expecting some snark in response but that's part of the job.]

[The feed starts.. or at least tries to. It’s interrupted by a sharp burst of static that’s uncomfortably loud. Amongst the interference a tall figure is stood there with a blade in hand. Whether what covers the helmet and blade is rust or blood is anyone’s guess. Though what's on the apron is obvious. Whatever the being is, it doesn’t look too ( Read more... )

[Laying on the floor in the Main Hall is a skinny blue alien with a rather large head. His belt buckle and spiked shoulder boards have a strange matching "M" symbol. His large eyes are closed at the moment ( Read more... )

[there's anxious looking blond on screen, clearly walking through the halls in an attempt to figure out what's going on, casting the occasional furtive look over his shoulder.]

Ah-- Hello. I'm not sure I'm using this right-- it operates like a relic from a century ago...-- but if you can hear me, could you tell me where I am? I'm lost and I don't ( Read more... )

[John is enjoying a stroll outside when he stops outside the Dilophosaur paddock. He reads the sign, saying that they are capable of spitting goo that will blind him on contact with his eyes. He backs away slowly hearing a slight hiss and rattling. He turns around and scurries away, nervous]What the hell is going on here? I haven't really gone out ( Read more... )

[The feed starts with a clatter and some cackling. Soon enough dust settles to catch glimpses of a large blue figure riding a very disgruntled raptor. He holds on for a good number of minutes before he's thrown on the ground next to the blackberry. He's grinning and laughing up a storm even as the raptor comes around to lunge at him. He rolls out ( Read more... )

[There's a crunch and the video feed cuts on to the inside of a mouth. When the face pulls away there's a a visage of a tusked blue behemoth on the screen, looking utterly perplexed. and after giving a sniff he tosses the slobbery thing off to the side. The room shown is very primitive and tribal looking, housing odd beaded feathered little ( Read more... )

[a very very angry face is on the screen. The previous week had been withstandable, but this? This was just downright offensive. He goes to speak out in protest but the only noise that comes out is some sort of growl from what sounds like a small animal. Well life sucks for an unfinished clone. He starts typing frantically and VERY VERY angrily on ( Read more... )