[ after the familiar whine of feedback, words (in portuguese) can be made out through the fluttering static. ]

Nós, no entanto, as semelhanças e diferenças entre ---ksssh--- própria cultura pode explicar por que estamos aqui, não é.

Você acha que são um grupo de ---ksssh>--- uma vida livre da carga - nós temos pessoas que querem a liberdade ( Read more... )

Angela's tablet clicks on to show her hunched over an open textbook, pen in hand as she occasionally jots notes in a notebook that's been set open beside it. A Bible and several other books, all of which are on the occult, are spread out in front of her, and one of them is dangerously close to falling off the edge of her desk. There's a half-drunk ( Read more... )

Because, once again, Willow cannot face the tablet network that is Taxon, she is making this post audio. It's clear from the way her voice cracks that she's been crying. She is officially a mess. It's not like Tara to disappear like this, which makes her wonder something she doesn't want to even think about.

What if Tara's gone...?

Willow, honestly, ( Read more... )

Something is wrong with the radios of Taxon today.

All stations, all frequencies, are experiencing some unusual interference. First it's just static, the familiar kssssh of bad reception ( Read more... )

Behold, Taxon, possibly the most ridiculous thing ever seen on the tablets: Glitch, bathed in the intense gleam of a rainbow, standing beside a pot of gold ( Read more... )

The fake sun is high in the projected sky over Taxon today, and things are beginning to change ( Read more... )

It's Christmas Eve, and for the most part the night is quiet. The city is covered in a blanket of snow, and the festive lights shine on silently in the dark ( Read more... )

Damon Salvatore doesn't go on walks. Useless hippies go on walks. Stefan goes on walks. In nature, where he admires all the goodness of this green earth then rips something fluffy into a bloody mess and then cries a single, perfect tear over the waste while MCR whines about something atonally in the background. Maybe that stupid Sarah McLachlan ( Read more... )

Who knows how long Lexi's been camped out on the porch of Casa de Summers? For those who care, it's been a while, a couple hours at least. To a mere passerby, she looks like a normal resident of the castle coming out for some fresh air. In truth, Lexi's playing security guard. With Katherine in Taxon and on the loose, Elena isn't safe. She's still ( Read more... )

[ooc: Continued from this log.]The tablet comes on tumbling and dusted with white before landing at an upward angle, lodging in the snow and knocking off the loose powder to leave the screen clear. Unfortunately it makes little difference, since the only thing that's currently visible looks like some kind of blizzard. The only indication that it' ( Read more... )