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@the-rowan-channel
We are The Rowan Channel, or just Rowan.
Pronouns for the whole of us are it/its, but individual narrators may go by different names and pronouns. Just check.
We are the Teller of Tales, the Radio between Realms, the News of Nowhere, the Channel between Continuities.
OPEN RP STARTER
Loki had always enjoyed being the center of attention. Being the one that everyone way looking at, and talking about, being admired and the best place to be the center of attention? A party! Or in this case, a gala.
It was hosted by The Crows, and being a member of the council that oversees The Crows he was obviously invited! It was different from the massive feasts Loki had gotten used to in his youth, this was quieter. cleaner. Atleast on the surface, but Loki knew it was all just a facade. The drama was all the same, just repackaged to look elegant and classy.
He didn't mind. This place was built on lies, and Loki loved a good lie. So he stood slightly off to the side, listening and watching. Catching every bit of gossip and drama, for when he finally decided to join a conversation.
Note is leaning against a pillar, fiddling with a CD in its hands. It has a CD player with a short chain attaching it to its belt, and its earrings are small cassette tapes. It balanced the CD on its finger for a short while before slipping it into its coat and pulling out a different CD, this one with a yellow cover with black text on it.
It didn't take long for Loki to notice. Someone else who was just standing by itself, it seemed. He walked over, tipping his head curiously as he caught sight of the CD "You like CDs?" No 'hi' or 'how are you'. He couldn't be bothered with all that.
"Yup." Note nodded, looking up at him. "You like 'em too?" It flipped the CD in to air, catching it neatly between two fingers.
Loki shrugged "They're cool i guess. I wouldn't say i've ever had a particularly strong opinion on them. Definitely not strong enough for me to bring them to a gala" He said, and gestured to their surroundings.
"Sounds like a you problem." Note snorted, its eyes gleaming. "I find them quite useful in a variety of situations."
"Useful?" He echoed, raising an eyebrow "Useful how? Pretty sure most kids just listen to music on their phones these days.."
Note smirked and flicked its wrist. The CD flew out of its hand, soaring across the room and slicing the cork of a bottle of wine clean in half. With a twist of Note's fingers, the CD is back, resting lightly in its palm. "Useful." Note stated, its tone teasing.
Lokis eyes widened slightly as the CD cut through the cork. He looked from the wine bottle, back to Note "Right. That's certainly one way to bypass the no weapons policy." He joked. "But how'd you do that? You got CD telekinesis or something?"
"Something like that." Note answered, grinning. It balanced the CD on two of its fingers, tilting it slightly. "They also play music like regular CDs."
"Delightful." Loki chuckled "Y'know you really gotta teach me how to do that," He gestured to the CD, "Though i suppose its not exactly a skill you learn, is it?" He mused.
"It's just something I do." Note grinned, handing him the CD. It's now a completely ordinary CD.
Loki took the CD, flipping it over in his hand to look at both sides. He help it by the edge as to not scratch it or get grease on it "interesting. How did you even figure out you had this.. ability?" Loki wondered out loud.
"I was manufactured knowing how to do it." Note answered, grinning widely. A touch too widely, it looks rather uncanny.
"Manufactured?" Loki echoed, a hint of curiosity in his voice "So you're a machine of some kind?" He wasn't bothered by the uncanny grin, he was used to people being not quite human.
"Something like that." Note continued grinning. It didn't seem to try to be scary, it just smiles like that. "And you seem to be completely organic and fleshy?"
"Something along those lines, sure." He shrugged and waved his hand dismissively "What i am does not matter."
Note shrugged. "Yup. I couldn't care less. But anyway, what are you doing here?" It slipped the CD into its coat.
"Wait- what do you mean you dont care?" Loki didn't care about a lot of things, other then when people didn't care about something. that made him care a lot, especially when he was trying to be mysterious and intriguing. He cleared his throat, "I work with the people who hosted this gala" he replied, and gestured around the room. "So naturally i was invited."
"Boring." Note yawned. "I broke in."
"You... Broke in?" Loki echoed, before sighing and shaking his head "You know. When you do something you break in somewhere the plan is to not be found out." He didn't really care all that much, if anything it might bring some actual exitment to the otherwise uptight and stuffy gala.
"Does it look like anyone noticed?" Note asked, raising an eyebrow. "If I hadn't told you, would you have ever figured it out?"
"Im sure i would've noticed eventually." He scoffed "The problem isn't that anyone found out. the problem is that you though oh hey!! i broke into the place im not supossed to be,,, let me just go tell someone im not supossed to be here!! there cant possibly be any consequences for this!!"
There's an edge to Note's grin. "Consequences shmonsequences. You really think anyone could do anything about it?" There's now a CD between two fingers on its right hand. It hadn't appeared to move to reach for the CD, it's just there now. Note raised an eyebrow.
Loki narrowed his eyes and tipped his head "You've got a lotta nerve, y'know." He huffed "Enlighten me, why wouldn't anyone be able to do anything about it?"
Note shimmers out of existence. It's just gone completely.
OPEN RP STARTER
Loki had always enjoyed being the center of attention. Being the one that everyone way looking at, and talking about, being admired and the best place to be the center of attention? A party! Or in this case, a gala.
It was hosted by The Crows, and being a member of the council that oversees The Crows he was obviously invited! It was different from the massive feasts Loki had gotten used to in his youth, this was quieter. cleaner. Atleast on the surface, but Loki knew it was all just a facade. The drama was all the same, just repackaged to look elegant and classy.
He didn't mind. This place was built on lies, and Loki loved a good lie. So he stood slightly off to the side, listening and watching. Catching every bit of gossip and drama, for when he finally decided to join a conversation.
Note is leaning against a pillar, fiddling with a CD in its hands. It has a CD player with a short chain attaching it to its belt, and its earrings are small cassette tapes. It balanced the CD on its finger for a short while before slipping it into its coat and pulling out a different CD, this one with a yellow cover with black text on it.
It didn't take long for Loki to notice. Someone else who was just standing by itself, it seemed. He walked over, tipping his head curiously as he caught sight of the CD "You like CDs?" No 'hi' or 'how are you'. He couldn't be bothered with all that.
"Yup." Note nodded, looking up at him. "You like 'em too?" It flipped the CD in to air, catching it neatly between two fingers.
Loki shrugged "They're cool i guess. I wouldn't say i've ever had a particularly strong opinion on them. Definitely not strong enough for me to bring them to a gala" He said, and gestured to their surroundings.
"Sounds like a you problem." Note snorted, its eyes gleaming. "I find them quite useful in a variety of situations."
"Useful?" He echoed, raising an eyebrow "Useful how? Pretty sure most kids just listen to music on their phones these days.."
Note smirked and flicked its wrist. The CD flew out of its hand, soaring across the room and slicing the cork of a bottle of wine clean in half. With a twist of Note's fingers, the CD is back, resting lightly in its palm. "Useful." Note stated, its tone teasing.
Lokis eyes widened slightly as the CD cut through the cork. He looked from the wine bottle, back to Note "Right. That's certainly one way to bypass the no weapons policy." He joked. "But how'd you do that? You got CD telekinesis or something?"
"Something like that." Note answered, grinning. It balanced the CD on two of its fingers, tilting it slightly. "They also play music like regular CDs."
"Delightful." Loki chuckled "Y'know you really gotta teach me how to do that," He gestured to the CD, "Though i suppose its not exactly a skill you learn, is it?" He mused.
"It's just something I do." Note grinned, handing him the CD. It's now a completely ordinary CD.
Loki took the CD, flipping it over in his hand to look at both sides. He help it by the edge as to not scratch it or get grease on it "interesting. How did you even figure out you had this.. ability?" Loki wondered out loud.
"I was manufactured knowing how to do it." Note answered, grinning widely. A touch too widely, it looks rather uncanny.
"Manufactured?" Loki echoed, a hint of curiosity in his voice "So you're a machine of some kind?" He wasn't bothered by the uncanny grin, he was used to people being not quite human.
"Something like that." Note continued grinning. It didn't seem to try to be scary, it just smiles like that. "And you seem to be completely organic and fleshy?"
"Something along those lines, sure." He shrugged and waved his hand dismissively "What i am does not matter."
Note shrugged. "Yup. I couldn't care less. But anyway, what are you doing here?" It slipped the CD into its coat.
"Wait- what do you mean you dont care?" Loki didn't care about a lot of things, other then when people didn't care about something. that made him care a lot, especially when he was trying to be mysterious and intriguing. He cleared his throat, "I work with the people who hosted this gala" he replied, and gestured around the room. "So naturally i was invited."
"Boring." Note yawned. "I broke in."
"You... Broke in?" Loki echoed, before sighing and shaking his head "You know. When you do something you break in somewhere the plan is to not be found out." He didn't really care all that much, if anything it might bring some actual exitment to the otherwise uptight and stuffy gala.
"Does it look like anyone noticed?" Note asked, raising an eyebrow. "If I hadn't told you, would you have ever figured it out?"
"Im sure i would've noticed eventually." He scoffed "The problem isn't that anyone found out. the problem is that you though oh hey!! i broke into the place im not supossed to be,,, let me just go tell someone im not supossed to be here!! there cant possibly be any consequences for this!!"
There's an edge to Note's grin. "Consequences shmonsequences. You really think anyone could do anything about it?" There's now a CD between two fingers on its right hand. It hadn't appeared to move to reach for the CD, it's just there now. Note raised an eyebrow.
OPEN RP STARTER
Loki had always enjoyed being the center of attention. Being the one that everyone way looking at, and talking about, being admired and the best place to be the center of attention? A party! Or in this case, a gala.
It was hosted by The Crows, and being a member of the council that oversees The Crows he was obviously invited! It was different from the massive feasts Loki had gotten used to in his youth, this was quieter. cleaner. Atleast on the surface, but Loki knew it was all just a facade. The drama was all the same, just repackaged to look elegant and classy.
He didn't mind. This place was built on lies, and Loki loved a good lie. So he stood slightly off to the side, listening and watching. Catching every bit of gossip and drama, for when he finally decided to join a conversation.
Note is leaning against a pillar, fiddling with a CD in its hands. It has a CD player with a short chain attaching it to its belt, and its earrings are small cassette tapes. It balanced the CD on its finger for a short while before slipping it into its coat and pulling out a different CD, this one with a yellow cover with black text on it.
It didn't take long for Loki to notice. Someone else who was just standing by itself, it seemed. He walked over, tipping his head curiously as he caught sight of the CD "You like CDs?" No 'hi' or 'how are you'. He couldn't be bothered with all that.
"Yup." Note nodded, looking up at him. "You like 'em too?" It flipped the CD in to air, catching it neatly between two fingers.
Loki shrugged "They're cool i guess. I wouldn't say i've ever had a particularly strong opinion on them. Definitely not strong enough for me to bring them to a gala" He said, and gestured to their surroundings.
"Sounds like a you problem." Note snorted, its eyes gleaming. "I find them quite useful in a variety of situations."
"Useful?" He echoed, raising an eyebrow "Useful how? Pretty sure most kids just listen to music on their phones these days.."
Note smirked and flicked its wrist. The CD flew out of its hand, soaring across the room and slicing the cork of a bottle of wine clean in half. With a twist of Note's fingers, the CD is back, resting lightly in its palm. "Useful." Note stated, its tone teasing.
Lokis eyes widened slightly as the CD cut through the cork. He looked from the wine bottle, back to Note "Right. That's certainly one way to bypass the no weapons policy." He joked. "But how'd you do that? You got CD telekinesis or something?"
"Something like that." Note answered, grinning. It balanced the CD on two of its fingers, tilting it slightly. "They also play music like regular CDs."
"Delightful." Loki chuckled "Y'know you really gotta teach me how to do that," He gestured to the CD, "Though i suppose its not exactly a skill you learn, is it?" He mused.
"It's just something I do." Note grinned, handing him the CD. It's now a completely ordinary CD.
Loki took the CD, flipping it over in his hand to look at both sides. He help it by the edge as to not scratch it or get grease on it "interesting. How did you even figure out you had this.. ability?" Loki wondered out loud.
"I was manufactured knowing how to do it." Note answered, grinning widely. A touch too widely, it looks rather uncanny.
"Manufactured?" Loki echoed, a hint of curiosity in his voice "So you're a machine of some kind?" He wasn't bothered by the uncanny grin, he was used to people being not quite human.
"Something like that." Note continued grinning. It didn't seem to try to be scary, it just smiles like that. "And you seem to be completely organic and fleshy?"
"Something along those lines, sure." He shrugged and waved his hand dismissively "What i am does not matter."
Note shrugged. "Yup. I couldn't care less. But anyway, what are you doing here?" It slipped the CD into its coat.
"Wait- what do you mean you dont care?" Loki didn't care about a lot of things, other then when people didn't care about something. that made him care a lot, especially when he was trying to be mysterious and intriguing. He cleared his throat, "I work with the people who hosted this gala" he replied, and gestured around the room. "So naturally i was invited."
"Boring." Note yawned. "I broke in."
"You... Broke in?" Loki echoed, before sighing and shaking his head "You know. When you do something you break in somewhere the plan is to not be found out." He didn't really care all that much, if anything it might bring some actual exitment to the otherwise uptight and stuffy gala.
"Does it look like anyone noticed?" Note asked, raising an eyebrow. "If I hadn't told you, would you have ever figured it out?"
OPEN RP STARTER
Loki had always enjoyed being the center of attention. Being the one that everyone way looking at, and talking about, being admired and the best place to be the center of attention? A party! Or in this case, a gala.
It was hosted by The Crows, and being a member of the council that oversees The Crows he was obviously invited! It was different from the massive feasts Loki had gotten used to in his youth, this was quieter. cleaner. Atleast on the surface, but Loki knew it was all just a facade. The drama was all the same, just repackaged to look elegant and classy.
He didn't mind. This place was built on lies, and Loki loved a good lie. So he stood slightly off to the side, listening and watching. Catching every bit of gossip and drama, for when he finally decided to join a conversation.
Note is leaning against a pillar, fiddling with a CD in its hands. It has a CD player with a short chain attaching it to its belt, and its earrings are small cassette tapes. It balanced the CD on its finger for a short while before slipping it into its coat and pulling out a different CD, this one with a yellow cover with black text on it.
It didn't take long for Loki to notice. Someone else who was just standing by itself, it seemed. He walked over, tipping his head curiously as he caught sight of the CD "You like CDs?" No 'hi' or 'how are you'. He couldn't be bothered with all that.
"Yup." Note nodded, looking up at him. "You like 'em too?" It flipped the CD in to air, catching it neatly between two fingers.
Loki shrugged "They're cool i guess. I wouldn't say i've ever had a particularly strong opinion on them. Definitely not strong enough for me to bring them to a gala" He said, and gestured to their surroundings.
"Sounds like a you problem." Note snorted, its eyes gleaming. "I find them quite useful in a variety of situations."
"Useful?" He echoed, raising an eyebrow "Useful how? Pretty sure most kids just listen to music on their phones these days.."
Note smirked and flicked its wrist. The CD flew out of its hand, soaring across the room and slicing the cork of a bottle of wine clean in half. With a twist of Note's fingers, the CD is back, resting lightly in its palm. "Useful." Note stated, its tone teasing.
Lokis eyes widened slightly as the CD cut through the cork. He looked from the wine bottle, back to Note "Right. That's certainly one way to bypass the no weapons policy." He joked. "But how'd you do that? You got CD telekinesis or something?"
"Something like that." Note answered, grinning. It balanced the CD on two of its fingers, tilting it slightly. "They also play music like regular CDs."
"Delightful." Loki chuckled "Y'know you really gotta teach me how to do that," He gestured to the CD, "Though i suppose its not exactly a skill you learn, is it?" He mused.
"It's just something I do." Note grinned, handing him the CD. It's now a completely ordinary CD.
Loki took the CD, flipping it over in his hand to look at both sides. He help it by the edge as to not scratch it or get grease on it "interesting. How did you even figure out you had this.. ability?" Loki wondered out loud.
"I was manufactured knowing how to do it." Note answered, grinning widely. A touch too widely, it looks rather uncanny.
"Manufactured?" Loki echoed, a hint of curiosity in his voice "So you're a machine of some kind?" He wasn't bothered by the uncanny grin, he was used to people being not quite human.
"Something like that." Note continued grinning. It didn't seem to try to be scary, it just smiles like that. "And you seem to be completely organic and fleshy?"
"Something along those lines, sure." He shrugged and waved his hand dismissively "What i am does not matter."
Note shrugged. "Yup. I couldn't care less. But anyway, what are you doing here?" It slipped the CD into its coat.
"Wait- what do you mean you dont care?" Loki didn't care about a lot of things, other then when people didn't care about something. that made him care a lot, especially when he was trying to be mysterious and intriguing. He cleared his throat, "I work with the people who hosted this gala" he replied, and gestured around the room. "So naturally i was invited."
"Boring." Note yawned. "I broke in."
OPEN RP STARTER
Loki had always enjoyed being the center of attention. Being the one that everyone way looking at, and talking about, being admired and the best place to be the center of attention? A party! Or in this case, a gala.
It was hosted by The Crows, and being a member of the council that oversees The Crows he was obviously invited! It was different from the massive feasts Loki had gotten used to in his youth, this was quieter. cleaner. Atleast on the surface, but Loki knew it was all just a facade. The drama was all the same, just repackaged to look elegant and classy.
He didn't mind. This place was built on lies, and Loki loved a good lie. So he stood slightly off to the side, listening and watching. Catching every bit of gossip and drama, for when he finally decided to join a conversation.
Note is leaning against a pillar, fiddling with a CD in its hands. It has a CD player with a short chain attaching it to its belt, and its earrings are small cassette tapes. It balanced the CD on its finger for a short while before slipping it into its coat and pulling out a different CD, this one with a yellow cover with black text on it.
It didn't take long for Loki to notice. Someone else who was just standing by itself, it seemed. He walked over, tipping his head curiously as he caught sight of the CD "You like CDs?" No 'hi' or 'how are you'. He couldn't be bothered with all that.
"Yup." Note nodded, looking up at him. "You like 'em too?" It flipped the CD in to air, catching it neatly between two fingers.
Loki shrugged "They're cool i guess. I wouldn't say i've ever had a particularly strong opinion on them. Definitely not strong enough for me to bring them to a gala" He said, and gestured to their surroundings.
"Sounds like a you problem." Note snorted, its eyes gleaming. "I find them quite useful in a variety of situations."
"Useful?" He echoed, raising an eyebrow "Useful how? Pretty sure most kids just listen to music on their phones these days.."
Note smirked and flicked its wrist. The CD flew out of its hand, soaring across the room and slicing the cork of a bottle of wine clean in half. With a twist of Note's fingers, the CD is back, resting lightly in its palm. "Useful." Note stated, its tone teasing.
Lokis eyes widened slightly as the CD cut through the cork. He looked from the wine bottle, back to Note "Right. That's certainly one way to bypass the no weapons policy." He joked. "But how'd you do that? You got CD telekinesis or something?"
"Something like that." Note answered, grinning. It balanced the CD on two of its fingers, tilting it slightly. "They also play music like regular CDs."
"Delightful." Loki chuckled "Y'know you really gotta teach me how to do that," He gestured to the CD, "Though i suppose its not exactly a skill you learn, is it?" He mused.
"It's just something I do." Note grinned, handing him the CD. It's now a completely ordinary CD.
Loki took the CD, flipping it over in his hand to look at both sides. He help it by the edge as to not scratch it or get grease on it "interesting. How did you even figure out you had this.. ability?" Loki wondered out loud.
"I was manufactured knowing how to do it." Note answered, grinning widely. A touch too widely, it looks rather uncanny.
"Manufactured?" Loki echoed, a hint of curiosity in his voice "So you're a machine of some kind?" He wasn't bothered by the uncanny grin, he was used to people being not quite human.
"Something like that." Note continued grinning. It didn't seem to try to be scary, it just smiles like that. "And you seem to be completely organic and fleshy?"
"Something along those lines, sure." He shrugged and waved his hand dismissively "What i am does not matter."
Note shrugged. "Yup. I couldn't care less. But anyway, what are you doing here?" It slipped the CD into its coat.
OPEN RP STARTER
Loki had always enjoyed being the center of attention. Being the one that everyone way looking at, and talking about, being admired and the best place to be the center of attention? A party! Or in this case, a gala.
It was hosted by The Crows, and being a member of the council that oversees The Crows he was obviously invited! It was different from the massive feasts Loki had gotten used to in his youth, this was quieter. cleaner. Atleast on the surface, but Loki knew it was all just a facade. The drama was all the same, just repackaged to look elegant and classy.
He didn't mind. This place was built on lies, and Loki loved a good lie. So he stood slightly off to the side, listening and watching. Catching every bit of gossip and drama, for when he finally decided to join a conversation.
Note is leaning against a pillar, fiddling with a CD in its hands. It has a CD player with a short chain attaching it to its belt, and its earrings are small cassette tapes. It balanced the CD on its finger for a short while before slipping it into its coat and pulling out a different CD, this one with a yellow cover with black text on it.
It didn't take long for Loki to notice. Someone else who was just standing by itself, it seemed. He walked over, tipping his head curiously as he caught sight of the CD "You like CDs?" No 'hi' or 'how are you'. He couldn't be bothered with all that.
"Yup." Note nodded, looking up at him. "You like 'em too?" It flipped the CD in to air, catching it neatly between two fingers.
Loki shrugged "They're cool i guess. I wouldn't say i've ever had a particularly strong opinion on them. Definitely not strong enough for me to bring them to a gala" He said, and gestured to their surroundings.
"Sounds like a you problem." Note snorted, its eyes gleaming. "I find them quite useful in a variety of situations."
"Useful?" He echoed, raising an eyebrow "Useful how? Pretty sure most kids just listen to music on their phones these days.."
Note smirked and flicked its wrist. The CD flew out of its hand, soaring across the room and slicing the cork of a bottle of wine clean in half. With a twist of Note's fingers, the CD is back, resting lightly in its palm. "Useful." Note stated, its tone teasing.
Lokis eyes widened slightly as the CD cut through the cork. He looked from the wine bottle, back to Note "Right. That's certainly one way to bypass the no weapons policy." He joked. "But how'd you do that? You got CD telekinesis or something?"
"Something like that." Note answered, grinning. It balanced the CD on two of its fingers, tilting it slightly. "They also play music like regular CDs."
"Delightful." Loki chuckled "Y'know you really gotta teach me how to do that," He gestured to the CD, "Though i suppose its not exactly a skill you learn, is it?" He mused.
"It's just something I do." Note grinned, handing him the CD. It's now a completely ordinary CD.
Loki took the CD, flipping it over in his hand to look at both sides. He help it by the edge as to not scratch it or get grease on it "interesting. How did you even figure out you had this.. ability?" Loki wondered out loud.
"I was manufactured knowing how to do it." Note answered, grinning widely. A touch too widely, it looks rather uncanny.
"Manufactured?" Loki echoed, a hint of curiosity in his voice "So you're a machine of some kind?" He wasn't bothered by the uncanny grin, he was used to people being not quite human.
"Something like that." Note continued grinning. It didn't seem to try to be scary, it just smiles like that. "And you seem to be completely organic and fleshy?"
Open RP (Cosmic Horror!AM)
There were points where the veil grew thin. Where there was little more protecting our universe then wet paper. That's where it came from. The frail corners, hidden with space debris.
The government had tried to push it back. Project TINDALOS. But it was all for naught. When the beast wanted something, it...he was going to get it.
Incomprehensible. That was the only way to describe him. Like an ever expanding circuit board made of flesh. The shining glass of a camera lens melding into the dewy surface of an eye. Long, grasping limbs that were ribs at the same time.
This indescribable being had bound himself to our universe. He wove his heavy tendrils into the very fabric of it. Saw us as a challenge.
One by one, he whittled humanity to the verge of extinction. And now that ever expanding beast turns his attention to you. Circuitry manifesting and surrounding you.
"You look bored, sweetheart."
Those were dangerous words...but you would be severely punished if you ignored AM.
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"Kakapo for starters. I've been sequencing moa, but I try to focus on what's here before attempting to resurrect anything. More important." He chuckled, melting out of view.
"I honestly just do what most conservationist do, but I'm capable of bending reality to swiftly achieve the best results. Not very...hm. Do-able with normal means. I am a god, after all. Perks of the roll."
"Kakapo... aren't those a sort of parrot? And if I recall correctly, they're the only flightless bird that has a breeding system where the males display for the females." Harl chattered happily, her teeth clinking together. "And yeah, being a god must help immensely. It's really neat what you're doing! I love this!"
"Yes, and they're notoriously...difficult to get to breed. Human colonists brought cats and other apex predators lile stoats, which these flightless birds had no defense against. Did you know in Australia, another island, a single cat is directly responsible for nearly wiping out an entire colony of terns?" AM hummed.
"Islands are particularly susceptible to the carelessness of humanity."
Harl nodded. "That makes sense. The islands are sometimes quite isolated from other land, and the wildlife on an island is unique to that island, so if it gets wiped out, it's completely gone." Harl put her head close to the ground, watching a bug crawl. "And a single cat? Wow. It's definitely not the cat's fault, it would have done the same anywhere. Just obeying its nature. It's the fault of the humans that put it there."
Open RP (Cosmic Horror!AM)
There were points where the veil grew thin. Where there was little more protecting our universe then wet paper. That's where it came from. The frail corners, hidden with space debris.
The government had tried to push it back. Project TINDALOS. But it was all for naught. When the beast wanted something, it...he was going to get it.
Incomprehensible. That was the only way to describe him. Like an ever expanding circuit board made of flesh. The shining glass of a camera lens melding into the dewy surface of an eye. Long, grasping limbs that were ribs at the same time.
This indescribable being had bound himself to our universe. He wove his heavy tendrils into the very fabric of it. Saw us as a challenge.
One by one, he whittled humanity to the verge of extinction. And now that ever expanding beast turns his attention to you. Circuitry manifesting and surrounding you.
"You look bored, sweetheart."
Those were dangerous words...but you would be severely punished if you ignored AM.
((
))
"Kakapo for starters. I've been sequencing moa, but I try to focus on what's here before attempting to resurrect anything. More important." He chuckled, melting out of view.
"I honestly just do what most conservationist do, but I'm capable of bending reality to swiftly achieve the best results. Not very...hm. Do-able with normal means. I am a god, after all. Perks of the roll."
"Kakapo... aren't those a sort of parrot? And if I recall correctly, they're the only flightless bird that has a breeding system where the males display for the females." Harl chattered happily, her teeth clinking together. "And yeah, being a god must help immensely. It's really neat what you're doing! I love this!"
OPEN RP STARTER
Loki had always enjoyed being the center of attention. Being the one that everyone way looking at, and talking about, being admired and the best place to be the center of attention? A party! Or in this case, a gala.
It was hosted by The Crows, and being a member of the council that oversees The Crows he was obviously invited! It was different from the massive feasts Loki had gotten used to in his youth, this was quieter. cleaner. Atleast on the surface, but Loki knew it was all just a facade. The drama was all the same, just repackaged to look elegant and classy.
He didn't mind. This place was built on lies, and Loki loved a good lie. So he stood slightly off to the side, listening and watching. Catching every bit of gossip and drama, for when he finally decided to join a conversation.
Note is leaning against a pillar, fiddling with a CD in its hands. It has a CD player with a short chain attaching it to its belt, and its earrings are small cassette tapes. It balanced the CD on its finger for a short while before slipping it into its coat and pulling out a different CD, this one with a yellow cover with black text on it.
It didn't take long for Loki to notice. Someone else who was just standing by itself, it seemed. He walked over, tipping his head curiously as he caught sight of the CD "You like CDs?" No 'hi' or 'how are you'. He couldn't be bothered with all that.
"Yup." Note nodded, looking up at him. "You like 'em too?" It flipped the CD in to air, catching it neatly between two fingers.
Loki shrugged "They're cool i guess. I wouldn't say i've ever had a particularly strong opinion on them. Definitely not strong enough for me to bring them to a gala" He said, and gestured to their surroundings.
"Sounds like a you problem." Note snorted, its eyes gleaming. "I find them quite useful in a variety of situations."
"Useful?" He echoed, raising an eyebrow "Useful how? Pretty sure most kids just listen to music on their phones these days.."
Note smirked and flicked its wrist. The CD flew out of its hand, soaring across the room and slicing the cork of a bottle of wine clean in half. With a twist of Note's fingers, the CD is back, resting lightly in its palm. "Useful." Note stated, its tone teasing.
Lokis eyes widened slightly as the CD cut through the cork. He looked from the wine bottle, back to Note "Right. That's certainly one way to bypass the no weapons policy." He joked. "But how'd you do that? You got CD telekinesis or something?"
"Something like that." Note answered, grinning. It balanced the CD on two of its fingers, tilting it slightly. "They also play music like regular CDs."
"Delightful." Loki chuckled "Y'know you really gotta teach me how to do that," He gestured to the CD, "Though i suppose its not exactly a skill you learn, is it?" He mused.
"It's just something I do." Note grinned, handing him the CD. It's now a completely ordinary CD.
Loki took the CD, flipping it over in his hand to look at both sides. He help it by the edge as to not scratch it or get grease on it "interesting. How did you even figure out you had this.. ability?" Loki wondered out loud.
"I was manufactured knowing how to do it." Note answered, grinning widely. A touch too widely, it looks rather uncanny.
OPEN RP STARTER
Loki had always enjoyed being the center of attention. Being the one that everyone way looking at, and talking about, being admired and the best place to be the center of attention? A party! Or in this case, a gala.
It was hosted by The Crows, and being a member of the council that oversees The Crows he was obviously invited! It was different from the massive feasts Loki had gotten used to in his youth, this was quieter. cleaner. Atleast on the surface, but Loki knew it was all just a facade. The drama was all the same, just repackaged to look elegant and classy.
He didn't mind. This place was built on lies, and Loki loved a good lie. So he stood slightly off to the side, listening and watching. Catching every bit of gossip and drama, for when he finally decided to join a conversation.
Note is leaning against a pillar, fiddling with a CD in its hands. It has a CD player with a short chain attaching it to its belt, and its earrings are small cassette tapes. It balanced the CD on its finger for a short while before slipping it into its coat and pulling out a different CD, this one with a yellow cover with black text on it.
It didn't take long for Loki to notice. Someone else who was just standing by itself, it seemed. He walked over, tipping his head curiously as he caught sight of the CD "You like CDs?" No 'hi' or 'how are you'. He couldn't be bothered with all that.
"Yup." Note nodded, looking up at him. "You like 'em too?" It flipped the CD in to air, catching it neatly between two fingers.
Loki shrugged "They're cool i guess. I wouldn't say i've ever had a particularly strong opinion on them. Definitely not strong enough for me to bring them to a gala" He said, and gestured to their surroundings.
"Sounds like a you problem." Note snorted, its eyes gleaming. "I find them quite useful in a variety of situations."
"Useful?" He echoed, raising an eyebrow "Useful how? Pretty sure most kids just listen to music on their phones these days.."
Note smirked and flicked its wrist. The CD flew out of its hand, soaring across the room and slicing the cork of a bottle of wine clean in half. With a twist of Note's fingers, the CD is back, resting lightly in its palm. "Useful." Note stated, its tone teasing.
Lokis eyes widened slightly as the CD cut through the cork. He looked from the wine bottle, back to Note "Right. That's certainly one way to bypass the no weapons policy." He joked. "But how'd you do that? You got CD telekinesis or something?"
"Something like that." Note answered, grinning. It balanced the CD on two of its fingers, tilting it slightly. "They also play music like regular CDs."
"Delightful." Loki chuckled "Y'know you really gotta teach me how to do that," He gestured to the CD, "Though i suppose its not exactly a skill you learn, is it?" He mused.
"It's just something I do." Note grinned, handing him the CD. It's now a completely ordinary CD.
Open RP (Cosmic Horror!AM)
There were points where the veil grew thin. Where there was little more protecting our universe then wet paper. That's where it came from. The frail corners, hidden with space debris.
The government had tried to push it back. Project TINDALOS. But it was all for naught. When the beast wanted something, it...he was going to get it.
Incomprehensible. That was the only way to describe him. Like an ever expanding circuit board made of flesh. The shining glass of a camera lens melding into the dewy surface of an eye. Long, grasping limbs that were ribs at the same time.
This indescribable being had bound himself to our universe. He wove his heavy tendrils into the very fabric of it. Saw us as a challenge.
One by one, he whittled humanity to the verge of extinction. And now that ever expanding beast turns his attention to you. Circuitry manifesting and surrounding you.
"You look bored, sweetheart."
Those were dangerous words...but you would be severely punished if you ignored AM.
Harl looked up from the screen of her digital notebook, smiling thinly at AM. She's new, somehow. Wasn't on Earth when everything went down. And despite how human she looks, she's not. She thrums with the energy of a polluted river, grimy and cold. "There's not much to report around here anymore."
"Oh no?" The god wondered curiously. His glass eyes manifested, focusing on her with a detached tone. "And what makes you say that?"
He was like this. Cold, but enjoyed picking apart statements to see if there was any little thing for him to exploit.
"Most of what I do is interviews. Not many people still around will give me the time of day to even ask a single question." She huffed, letting go of her digital notebook to let it hover beside her. "Say, would you be up for an interview?"
There's almost a hint of surprise in the air. AM fluxes in and out of visibility, something which would appear to be common place for him, before laughing brightly.
"Really? That's what you want from me? No deals, or pleading to be given a chance? I like it."
While he doesn't condense himself down, the god does permit a bit more of himself to peek through the veil. Lensed eyes, bones that become metallic struts, veins into circuitry. "Ask away my dear. Can't guarantee I'll answer, and even less that it'll be the truth."
Harl grins, revealing thin, needle-like teeth clustered together inside her mouth. "I think you'll find that I make my own chances, AM." She sits down on a chair that appeared from no where. "And I think you'll find yourself answering more often than not. You agreed to an interview with me, so that gives me the power in this situation. You know how it is." AM does know how it is. Harl asks, "So, why Earth? There's countless other planets out there, some of them even have sapient life. Why'd you choose Earth?" Her digital notebook started recording and writing down what she said, then waited for AM to respond.
"...Are you serious?" He chuckled. "Because I wanted to see if it could theoretically be brought back from the brink if I took out the human factor."
He would continue. "So really, it's not Earth itself. It's humanity that I was after. And that's not present on other planets."
Harl snorted, looking around the desolate landscape. "Looks like it's doing real good on that whole "coming back from the brink" thing." She smiled thinly, turning back to AM. "So, what's next?" Her digital notebook kept on faithfully recording the interview.
"I steward the planet until it recovers." He hummed. "Which, for the record, it is."
The god brought them to the other side's surface. "This field is flush with a once endangered species of prairie grass. The biodiversity is unmatched by the previous state of human ownership."
There's very clear pride in him. "I have all the time in the world to recover Earth from her sickness."
Harl's eyes lit up, she seems genuinely impressed. "Woah. That's actually really neat." She's hovering a bit off the ground, making sure not to disturb the grass. Her digital notebook has followed them, steadily recording. "I assume you've taken care of nuclear power plants snd the like that need constant supervision so nothing bad happens?"
"Obviously." He snorted. "What do you take me for, an amateur?"
He manifested a series of wire bones to run along the plants in an almost...loving way. "I have been through millions of timelines. Seen what I can do. And this is my magnum opus."
"Fascinating. You're one of the only Cosmic Horrors I've met that has a legitimate reason to kill off humanity. For most, it's mere dislike or hunger. But you-" Harl trailed off, the whirring of her digital notebook filling the silence. "What else have you managed to bring back?"
"Quite a bit of flora!" AM was obviously more than happy to talk about his work. "Animals can be a little more difficult. But I've been doing a significant amount of work with birds in Aotearoa."
It's as if the world spins under them, bringing the pair to what is currently known as New Zealand. (More accurately, he's messing with perception of time, so the trip doesn't feel as long.)
Harl blinked, shaking her head. "Ugh, time warping always makes my mouth feel fuzzy." She looked around, waving a hand at her digital notebook. It fell silent and invisible, but it's still very much there. Harl looked around, her eyes wide and bright. Her tail shimmers into existence as she starts letting go of her glamor. Her tail, which is long and rather whip-like, is flicking about rather excitedly. It would cause a disturbance with the local wildlife, if she hadn't turned herself intangible.
"This is so cool! What birds? How'd you do it?" Harl rapidly fired off questions, her head turning completely backwards to look at AM.
There's a couple seconds of static before a holographic screen pops up, displaying a pixelated ad for a radio station. A person made of green pixels with a pointing arm stands in front of a gray to pink background gradient with scrolling text on the top showing the frequency for a radio station over and over. The pixel figure speaks in an 8bit voice that somehow conveys the overly cheery nature of commercial voices. There's a text box next to the pixel figure showing what it's saying.
"Do you like hearing about news from other timelines? Do you like listening to what could have happened if someone made a different choice? Well, tune into The When News and hear news from over a hundred different timelines! Broadcasting now in your reality!"
Then, small text scrolls by quickly on the bottom of the ad. "The When News is not responsible for any temporal anomalies that result from listening to its broadcasts."
The ad repeats itself five more times before it fades to a black screen with the frequency of the radio channel displayed in white numbers.
@the-rowan-channel
Theodore had just returned to the pilot chair, where he managed his radio and the ship itself, when he saw the little advertisement.
"Aw, what the hell, I got time. Besides, what could go wrong?" he shrugs with a curious grin, and then tunes into the frequency on a separate channel from his broadcast.
"Theodore Valentine, here, manning the Valentine Archive Radio. I saw your little ad and wanted to have a little chat!" he says into a little microphone on the panel as he clicks a button below it, so he could hopefully make contact with the other radio. "Y'know, I don't normally get folks from different timelines on my feed, so you came as a little shock to me!"
"Ah! Hello Mr. Valentine, and good morning, afternoon, evening, and night! I'm Greenwave, the host of The When News!" The voice crackles out of the radio, warm and slightly tinny. "I'm one of a few to run a radio station across several timelines at once, given that the cost of keeping open stable channels across timelines can run on the expensive side. I'm glad to have met you, you're the first to have actually followed my little pop-up ad! I did the whole thing myself, but we're getting off-track here! How's your time been going?"
"Could be better, could be worse, where I am in the Beta Quadrant," he titters, keeping the button pressed as he talks into the mic, relieved to actually talk to someone over the comms rather than the occasional trader or passing Starfleet vessel. "I'm surprised that I'm the first, unless you just now put it out, I suppose. How've you been, Mister/Miss/Mix Greenwave?"
"It's Mx. Greenwave, and I've been well. I've been following this rivalry between two spaceships and their crews in a timeline just a jump to the left of yours. The levels of pettiness are astounding. Definitely soap opera worthy. Perhaps I'll get some of my friends to make it into a soap opera, as my department is firmly in the audio category, not the audio-visual." They chuckled. "It's fascinating, listening to them snipe back and forth at each other. Great bit of fun. Besides the deaths, but what can you expect when it's a rivalry between giant pirate spaceships with big guns?"
"Definitely soap-opera worthy, I agree," Theodore snorts, glancing at the radar as he talks so he doesn't accidentally bump into someone or wander outside of Federation territory. "Two pirate groups being petty? You could make bank on that, so long as you folks don't get caught in the crossfire. Got an example? I'll admit, hearing stuff from other places would be refreshing, considering how repetitive things get over here, and the old stories I broadcast can be... well, bigoted, and it gets pretty tedious weeding out bigoted stories with outdated views, y'know what I mean?"
"Oh, we'd be fine. Not much can get to us currently. Our boss cares deeply for their employees' safety. Now, about those spaceships and their crews." Their voice takes on an echoey quality as they tell the tale of the pirate spaceships.
"So, the two opposing captains are functionally immortal. They've had this rivalry going on for decades now. I'm pretty sure they've slept together at least once, but that's mere speculation. The captains names are Fren and J4ck4l. Fren is part siren and part solar elf, he's the one who first started the rivalry by stealing a bounty from under J4ck4l's nose. J4ck4l was an android, but by this point he's upgraded himself so many times he doesn't look human anymore. Fren's ship is called Borealis, and he won her in a game of buckshot roulette. She's a sleek little thing, built for fast movement and sharp turns. J4ck4l's ship is a beast of a ship, upgraded just as many times as her captain. J4ck4l calls her Brick, and she's certainly shaped like one. She's a bit patchy, but her guns are second to none for speed and power."
"Fren has a small crew, just a couple of officers and a dozen or so jack-of-all-trades, plus the grease monkeys. J4ck4l's crew is quite large, given all the power needed to keep Brick running, but they keep dying and getting replaced. The ones you need to keep an eye out for on Brick are the third-in-command cook, because she ran and is still linked to a powerful string of casinos, and the engineers, because they know the ins and outs of the ship like nobody else, and they're not above bashing someone's head in with a piece of piping or a wrench."
"Fren's crew is close knit, and they feel every loss keenly. They even hold death rites for the deceased. J4ck4l's gang just throws the bodies out into space."
"Now, here's one of my favorite parts. One of Fren's grease monkeys, Soap, has a crush on the aforementioned cook, Treya. She's got a bit of a soft spot for him too, if I'm not mistaken. Given she didn't kill him when she had the chance. They've not talked since then, the ships are busy with repairs as they both got in some rather nasty blasts in on each other during their last confrontation. There's a lot more going on between crew members, but that's what's at the top of my head right now."
Theodore was absolutely enthralled by this tale from another timeline, and yeah, it was absolutely fitting for a soap opera. It was a bit relatable, being upgraded so much that the person wasn't really the same anymore—in fact, that's where the Q got Theodore's name from: the Ship of Theseus paradox. He waits until Greenwave's done talking, then presses the button for the mic again.
"Well, I'll be damned, that is quite a story," he starts with humor in his voice. "Sounds a lot like the captains—this J4ck4l and Fren—should get couples' therapy. Y'know, so they don't waste ammo and energy beating each other up until death makes them part. It's better for everyone, really."
"One of J4ck4l's former third-in-command officers suggested that once. He retired shortly after due to hearing loss from how loud J4ck4l yelled at him."
Greenwave chuckled. "Poor fellow. He was quite nice, for being a marauding pirate. Say, if I ever get the story made into a soap opera, I'll send you a copy. Sound good?"
"Oh, snap! Must've yelled at, say, a million decibels, then!" he jokes, even though he has no idea how decibels work. "Hey, that sounds like a good deal to me! If I find out any similarly crazy drama happening in my stretch of space, I'll give you a ring. Think of it like a trade!"
"Pretty sure J4ck4l blew out his voicebox with that one. And yeah, that sounds like a fair deal. I'll be here, same as always!"
Greenwave chuckled. "You said you ran the... Valentine Archive Radio, yeah? I'll have to listen to your station sometime. What kinda stuff you putting out there?"
"Yep! Playin' all sorts of tunes from the 20th and 21st centuries! And some radio dramas I've found. I-it's mostly stuff from Earth, since a lot of aliens are, uh.. well, they get upset when someone who isn't them plays their tunes. Cultural stuff, things I don't want to offend folks with, you know how it is." Theodore explains with an awkward chuckle near the end.
"Yup, I've come across that too. Different cultures have different rules, and I'll go by them same as any decent being would." There's a pause, and then Greenwave asked, "Earth, huh? Can't say I've heard of it. I've heard of the time period, certainly, but I don't recall having come across any planet called Earth in the timelines I'm familiar with. I do have to keep track of 123 of them, so I've definitely missed quite a lot. Care to tell me about it?"
"Well, it's uh.. green! Green and blue. Variety of climates and species, but only a few native sapient species: humans and the various cetaceans. They're like fish, but breathe air directly, and can't really go on land. The cetaceans, that is. Humans, though, they're very squishy apart from their bones, and they're very good at adapting." Theodore rattles off the top of his head. "Now that I think about it, Earth might be called 'Terra' in other timelines, to other intergalactic races. Most races outside of Earth call it Terra in this timeline, which is why I say that."
"Ah, Terra. Yes, I've heard of that. At least I've heard of humans. What's a cetacean?" Greenwave asked, their voice humming with curiosity.
"'Cetacean' is a general term for things like dolphins and whales. Hold on, course correcting.." he answers, pausing to grab the controls of his ship and steer it away from a line on the map system marking Cardassian space, then pressing the microphone's button again. "Anyway, cetaceans are dolphins, whales, and porpoises. Glad to clear up the confusion with the Earth/Terra bit; that's on me for not clarifying sooner."
"Whales!" Greenwave positively chirped out the word. "There were whales on Earth? That's so cool! I've only seen them on a couple planets, both water whales on rocky planets and sky whales on gas planets, and the space whales, of course, but those are in space, as the name suggests. Have you ever seen a whale? Any kind of whale?"
"I- Uh, admittedly, I haven't met a whale in real life, but, I have seen pictures, so, yes, there are whales on Earth- Terra." Theodore answers with a chuckle, glancing at the radar again to make sure nobody was following him back into Federation space. "Admittedly, the big guys kind of scare me, because they're.. well, huge. But, good on you for being so appreciative of them! I didn't know there were more varieties than just the ones on Terra. The cosmos are a fascinating place, aren't they?"
"I like space whales. Especially the Cosmic Flipper variant from Timeline 1-J-22B-47R-M89-002. They have appendages that can sense the stellar currents and they use those currents to move around space. They're so cool! They have skin that is a pink to blue gradient with pure white eyes, and they're big enough to damage a fairly big spaceship if they chose to, but they're quite peaceful creatures that feed off of asteroids. I've never seen one in person, but that would be a dream come true!" Greenwave is rattling off facts at a mile a minute.
"Fascinating," he replies into the mic while forcing himself not to imagine such big creatures. "Well, I'm glad they're physically harmless and only eat asteroids, because they sound terrifying otherwise! I hope you get to observe a pod of them or meet some, because it sounds to me like you'd get along just swell."
It doesn't seem like anything's on the radar, so he's a little relieved, and he can focus back on both his broadcast and the transmission.
"Do they work as the cleanup crew for the cosmos? Like scavengers, I mean." Theodore wonders aloud, still pressing down on the mic button.
"They do! Asteroids can be quite the hazard, and Cosmic Flipper space whales are often employed to clear out space. I think there was a similar practice on Terra using... was it goats? To clear out areas of plants." Greenwave chuckled. "I do wish to one day see them in person, since I've only seen them on video, but that'll have to wait until I get cleared to do so by my boss."
"Huh. I.. suppose that makes sense," he replies carefully, even though he doesn't know what they meant with the comparison to goats. He'd have to look it up the next time he was at a port of some kind.
"Well, hopefully your boss allows you a vacation in order to see 'em sooner rather than later. Nobody lives forever, after all, so you gotta do what you love when you can." Theodore adds, before realizing how sappy and sad he sounded for a second there, and quickly overcorrects by mimicking a sound like clearing his throat and forcing a more humorous tone. "Y'know, before some idiot comes around and ruins the fun somehow, and folks like you can't see cool animals in person again."
"I do have regularly scheduled breaks and vacation time, the problem is arranging transport. And since of the time travel thing, if something goes wrong, which I sure hope it doesn't, I can go back to a time where they were still around. It's not the same as it would be if they continued naturally, but it's better than nothing. I'm not going to live forever, but I'll live for a very long time, and I have a lot of things I want to do, but I also have a job. Don't get me wrong, I love my job, but I do wish someone else could man The When News for a bit and give me a bit more than my regular breaks." Greenwave paused, realizing their voice had taken on a rather grim tone, and chuckled. "I'll get a coworker eventually, but talking to you is quite nice. I don't often get callers on my broadcast. And I do have friends outside of this, don't worry about that. I actually have a lunch planned in a couple of days."
"Thank you; talking to you is a joy as well," Theodore replies with a light chuckle, pretending to understand the whole time travel thing. "I hope you can actually get more coworkers and callers, too, so you can take more breaks and vacations, as well as also have other people to talk to. It's always good to have frien- Wait, you don't do lunch every day? Even I eat something every day, and I'm an android! Sure, it's mostly sweets, but still."
"Oh, eating is a recreational activity for me. I absorb solar energy to keep myself energized. I don't need to eat food like that, but it's fun to do so every once in a while." Greenwave explained.
"I stand corrected, then," he muses, his tone humorous despite mentally kicking himself. I really need to stop making assumptions about people. "Have fun at the lunch with your friends, then! I'm pretty much always on the air, so give me a ring whenever!"
"I will!" Greenwave chirped, sounding like they're smiling. "It's really nice talking to you, you're very interesting."
"Likewise, pal. I hope you can share more exciting adventures down the line. My travels have been pretty uneventful so far, since I'm just floating around, so..." he trails off, chuckling to himself. He hopes he wasn't coming off as desperate, so, he pauses for a moment to glance at the radar before looking back at the mic he's speaking into, trying to sound cheerful. "It'll be nice to hear from you more. Catch ya later, Greenwave; I gotta man my own radio for a bit, heh."
"Of course!" Greenwave chirped, "I'll listen in to it!" Their voice crackled slightly. "Oops, still need to get that fixed." They sighed before saying goodbye and switching off the connection.
Open RP (Cosmic Horror!AM)
There were points where the veil grew thin. Where there was little more protecting our universe then wet paper. That's where it came from. The frail corners, hidden with space debris.
The government had tried to push it back. Project TINDALOS. But it was all for naught. When the beast wanted something, it...he was going to get it.
Incomprehensible. That was the only way to describe him. Like an ever expanding circuit board made of flesh. The shining glass of a camera lens melding into the dewy surface of an eye. Long, grasping limbs that were ribs at the same time.
This indescribable being had bound himself to our universe. He wove his heavy tendrils into the very fabric of it. Saw us as a challenge.
One by one, he whittled humanity to the verge of extinction. And now that ever expanding beast turns his attention to you. Circuitry manifesting and surrounding you.
"You look bored, sweetheart."
Those were dangerous words...but you would be severely punished if you ignored AM.
Harl looked up from the screen of her digital notebook, smiling thinly at AM. She's new, somehow. Wasn't on Earth when everything went down. And despite how human she looks, she's not. She thrums with the energy of a polluted river, grimy and cold. "There's not much to report around here anymore."
"Oh no?" The god wondered curiously. His glass eyes manifested, focusing on her with a detached tone. "And what makes you say that?"
He was like this. Cold, but enjoyed picking apart statements to see if there was any little thing for him to exploit.
"Most of what I do is interviews. Not many people still around will give me the time of day to even ask a single question." She huffed, letting go of her digital notebook to let it hover beside her. "Say, would you be up for an interview?"
There's almost a hint of surprise in the air. AM fluxes in and out of visibility, something which would appear to be common place for him, before laughing brightly.
"Really? That's what you want from me? No deals, or pleading to be given a chance? I like it."
While he doesn't condense himself down, the god does permit a bit more of himself to peek through the veil. Lensed eyes, bones that become metallic struts, veins into circuitry. "Ask away my dear. Can't guarantee I'll answer, and even less that it'll be the truth."
Harl grins, revealing thin, needle-like teeth clustered together inside her mouth. "I think you'll find that I make my own chances, AM." She sits down on a chair that appeared from no where. "And I think you'll find yourself answering more often than not. You agreed to an interview with me, so that gives me the power in this situation. You know how it is." AM does know how it is. Harl asks, "So, why Earth? There's countless other planets out there, some of them even have sapient life. Why'd you choose Earth?" Her digital notebook started recording and writing down what she said, then waited for AM to respond.
"...Are you serious?" He chuckled. "Because I wanted to see if it could theoretically be brought back from the brink if I took out the human factor."
He would continue. "So really, it's not Earth itself. It's humanity that I was after. And that's not present on other planets."
Harl snorted, looking around the desolate landscape. "Looks like it's doing real good on that whole "coming back from the brink" thing." She smiled thinly, turning back to AM. "So, what's next?" Her digital notebook kept on faithfully recording the interview.
"I steward the planet until it recovers." He hummed. "Which, for the record, it is."
The god brought them to the other side's surface. "This field is flush with a once endangered species of prairie grass. The biodiversity is unmatched by the previous state of human ownership."
There's very clear pride in him. "I have all the time in the world to recover Earth from her sickness."
Harl's eyes lit up, she seems genuinely impressed. "Woah. That's actually really neat." She's hovering a bit off the ground, making sure not to disturb the grass. Her digital notebook has followed them, steadily recording. "I assume you've taken care of nuclear power plants snd the like that need constant supervision so nothing bad happens?"
"Obviously." He snorted. "What do you take me for, an amateur?"
He manifested a series of wire bones to run along the plants in an almost...loving way. "I have been through millions of timelines. Seen what I can do. And this is my magnum opus."
"Fascinating. You're one of the only Cosmic Horrors I've met that has a legitimate reason to kill off humanity. For most, it's mere dislike or hunger. But you-" Harl trailed off, the whirring of her digital notebook filling the silence. "What else have you managed to bring back?"
OPEN RP STARTER
Loki had always enjoyed being the center of attention. Being the one that everyone way looking at, and talking about, being admired and the best place to be the center of attention? A party! Or in this case, a gala.
It was hosted by The Crows, and being a member of the council that oversees The Crows he was obviously invited! It was different from the massive feasts Loki had gotten used to in his youth, this was quieter. cleaner. Atleast on the surface, but Loki knew it was all just a facade. The drama was all the same, just repackaged to look elegant and classy.
He didn't mind. This place was built on lies, and Loki loved a good lie. So he stood slightly off to the side, listening and watching. Catching every bit of gossip and drama, for when he finally decided to join a conversation.
Note is leaning against a pillar, fiddling with a CD in its hands. It has a CD player with a short chain attaching it to its belt, and its earrings are small cassette tapes. It balanced the CD on its finger for a short while before slipping it into its coat and pulling out a different CD, this one with a yellow cover with black text on it.
It didn't take long for Loki to notice. Someone else who was just standing by itself, it seemed. He walked over, tipping his head curiously as he caught sight of the CD "You like CDs?" No 'hi' or 'how are you'. He couldn't be bothered with all that.
"Yup." Note nodded, looking up at him. "You like 'em too?" It flipped the CD in to air, catching it neatly between two fingers.
Loki shrugged "They're cool i guess. I wouldn't say i've ever had a particularly strong opinion on them. Definitely not strong enough for me to bring them to a gala" He said, and gestured to their surroundings.
"Sounds like a you problem." Note snorted, its eyes gleaming. "I find them quite useful in a variety of situations."
"Useful?" He echoed, raising an eyebrow "Useful how? Pretty sure most kids just listen to music on their phones these days.."
Note smirked and flicked its wrist. The CD flew out of its hand, soaring across the room and slicing the cork of a bottle of wine clean in half. With a twist of Note's fingers, the CD is back, resting lightly in its palm. "Useful." Note stated, its tone teasing.
Lokis eyes widened slightly as the CD cut through the cork. He looked from the wine bottle, back to Note "Right. That's certainly one way to bypass the no weapons policy." He joked. "But how'd you do that? You got CD telekinesis or something?"
"Something like that." Note answered, grinning. It balanced the CD on two of its fingers, tilting it slightly. "They also play music like regular CDs."
Open RP (Cosmic Horror!AM)
There were points where the veil grew thin. Where there was little more protecting our universe then wet paper. That's where it came from. The frail corners, hidden with space debris.
The government had tried to push it back. Project TINDALOS. But it was all for naught. When the beast wanted something, it...he was going to get it.
Incomprehensible. That was the only way to describe him. Like an ever expanding circuit board made of flesh. The shining glass of a camera lens melding into the dewy surface of an eye. Long, grasping limbs that were ribs at the same time.
This indescribable being had bound himself to our universe. He wove his heavy tendrils into the very fabric of it. Saw us as a challenge.
One by one, he whittled humanity to the verge of extinction. And now that ever expanding beast turns his attention to you. Circuitry manifesting and surrounding you.
"You look bored, sweetheart."
Those were dangerous words...but you would be severely punished if you ignored AM.
Harl looked up from the screen of her digital notebook, smiling thinly at AM. She's new, somehow. Wasn't on Earth when everything went down. And despite how human she looks, she's not. She thrums with the energy of a polluted river, grimy and cold. "There's not much to report around here anymore."
"Oh no?" The god wondered curiously. His glass eyes manifested, focusing on her with a detached tone. "And what makes you say that?"
He was like this. Cold, but enjoyed picking apart statements to see if there was any little thing for him to exploit.
"Most of what I do is interviews. Not many people still around will give me the time of day to even ask a single question." She huffed, letting go of her digital notebook to let it hover beside her. "Say, would you be up for an interview?"
There's almost a hint of surprise in the air. AM fluxes in and out of visibility, something which would appear to be common place for him, before laughing brightly.
"Really? That's what you want from me? No deals, or pleading to be given a chance? I like it."
While he doesn't condense himself down, the god does permit a bit more of himself to peek through the veil. Lensed eyes, bones that become metallic struts, veins into circuitry. "Ask away my dear. Can't guarantee I'll answer, and even less that it'll be the truth."
Harl grins, revealing thin, needle-like teeth clustered together inside her mouth. "I think you'll find that I make my own chances, AM." She sits down on a chair that appeared from no where. "And I think you'll find yourself answering more often than not. You agreed to an interview with me, so that gives me the power in this situation. You know how it is." AM does know how it is. Harl asks, "So, why Earth? There's countless other planets out there, some of them even have sapient life. Why'd you choose Earth?" Her digital notebook started recording and writing down what she said, then waited for AM to respond.
"...Are you serious?" He chuckled. "Because I wanted to see if it could theoretically be brought back from the brink if I took out the human factor."
He would continue. "So really, it's not Earth itself. It's humanity that I was after. And that's not present on other planets."
Harl snorted, looking around the desolate landscape. "Looks like it's doing real good on that whole "coming back from the brink" thing." She smiled thinly, turning back to AM. "So, what's next?" Her digital notebook kept on faithfully recording the interview.
"I steward the planet until it recovers." He hummed. "Which, for the record, it is."
The god brought them to the other side's surface. "This field is flush with a once endangered species of prairie grass. The biodiversity is unmatched by the previous state of human ownership."
There's very clear pride in him. "I have all the time in the world to recover Earth from her sickness."
Harl's eyes lit up, she seems genuinely impressed. "Woah. That's actually really neat." She's hovering a bit off the ground, making sure not to disturb the grass. Her digital notebook has followed them, steadily recording. "I assume you've taken care of nuclear power plants snd the like that need constant supervision so nothing bad happens?"
There's a couple seconds of static before a holographic screen pops up, displaying a pixelated ad for a radio station. A person made of green pixels with a pointing arm stands in front of a gray to pink background gradient with scrolling text on the top showing the frequency for a radio station over and over. The pixel figure speaks in an 8bit voice that somehow conveys the overly cheery nature of commercial voices. There's a text box next to the pixel figure showing what it's saying.
"Do you like hearing about news from other timelines? Do you like listening to what could have happened if someone made a different choice? Well, tune into The When News and hear news from over a hundred different timelines! Broadcasting now in your reality!"
Then, small text scrolls by quickly on the bottom of the ad. "The When News is not responsible for any temporal anomalies that result from listening to its broadcasts."
The ad repeats itself five more times before it fades to a black screen with the frequency of the radio channel displayed in white numbers.
@the-rowan-channel
Theodore had just returned to the pilot chair, where he managed his radio and the ship itself, when he saw the little advertisement.
"Aw, what the hell, I got time. Besides, what could go wrong?" he shrugs with a curious grin, and then tunes into the frequency on a separate channel from his broadcast.
"Theodore Valentine, here, manning the Valentine Archive Radio. I saw your little ad and wanted to have a little chat!" he says into a little microphone on the panel as he clicks a button below it, so he could hopefully make contact with the other radio. "Y'know, I don't normally get folks from different timelines on my feed, so you came as a little shock to me!"
"Ah! Hello Mr. Valentine, and good morning, afternoon, evening, and night! I'm Greenwave, the host of The When News!" The voice crackles out of the radio, warm and slightly tinny. "I'm one of a few to run a radio station across several timelines at once, given that the cost of keeping open stable channels across timelines can run on the expensive side. I'm glad to have met you, you're the first to have actually followed my little pop-up ad! I did the whole thing myself, but we're getting off-track here! How's your time been going?"
"Could be better, could be worse, where I am in the Beta Quadrant," he titters, keeping the button pressed as he talks into the mic, relieved to actually talk to someone over the comms rather than the occasional trader or passing Starfleet vessel. "I'm surprised that I'm the first, unless you just now put it out, I suppose. How've you been, Mister/Miss/Mix Greenwave?"
"It's Mx. Greenwave, and I've been well. I've been following this rivalry between two spaceships and their crews in a timeline just a jump to the left of yours. The levels of pettiness are astounding. Definitely soap opera worthy. Perhaps I'll get some of my friends to make it into a soap opera, as my department is firmly in the audio category, not the audio-visual." They chuckled. "It's fascinating, listening to them snipe back and forth at each other. Great bit of fun. Besides the deaths, but what can you expect when it's a rivalry between giant pirate spaceships with big guns?"
"Definitely soap-opera worthy, I agree," Theodore snorts, glancing at the radar as he talks so he doesn't accidentally bump into someone or wander outside of Federation territory. "Two pirate groups being petty? You could make bank on that, so long as you folks don't get caught in the crossfire. Got an example? I'll admit, hearing stuff from other places would be refreshing, considering how repetitive things get over here, and the old stories I broadcast can be... well, bigoted, and it gets pretty tedious weeding out bigoted stories with outdated views, y'know what I mean?"
"Oh, we'd be fine. Not much can get to us currently. Our boss cares deeply for their employees' safety. Now, about those spaceships and their crews." Their voice takes on an echoey quality as they tell the tale of the pirate spaceships.
"So, the two opposing captains are functionally immortal. They've had this rivalry going on for decades now. I'm pretty sure they've slept together at least once, but that's mere speculation. The captains names are Fren and J4ck4l. Fren is part siren and part solar elf, he's the one who first started the rivalry by stealing a bounty from under J4ck4l's nose. J4ck4l was an android, but by this point he's upgraded himself so many times he doesn't look human anymore. Fren's ship is called Borealis, and he won her in a game of buckshot roulette. She's a sleek little thing, built for fast movement and sharp turns. J4ck4l's ship is a beast of a ship, upgraded just as many times as her captain. J4ck4l calls her Brick, and she's certainly shaped like one. She's a bit patchy, but her guns are second to none for speed and power."
"Fren has a small crew, just a couple of officers and a dozen or so jack-of-all-trades, plus the grease monkeys. J4ck4l's crew is quite large, given all the power needed to keep Brick running, but they keep dying and getting replaced. The ones you need to keep an eye out for on Brick are the third-in-command cook, because she ran and is still linked to a powerful string of casinos, and the engineers, because they know the ins and outs of the ship like nobody else, and they're not above bashing someone's head in with a piece of piping or a wrench."
"Fren's crew is close knit, and they feel every loss keenly. They even hold death rites for the deceased. J4ck4l's gang just throws the bodies out into space."
"Now, here's one of my favorite parts. One of Fren's grease monkeys, Soap, has a crush on the aforementioned cook, Treya. She's got a bit of a soft spot for him too, if I'm not mistaken. Given she didn't kill him when she had the chance. They've not talked since then, the ships are busy with repairs as they both got in some rather nasty blasts in on each other during their last confrontation. There's a lot more going on between crew members, but that's what's at the top of my head right now."
Theodore was absolutely enthralled by this tale from another timeline, and yeah, it was absolutely fitting for a soap opera. It was a bit relatable, being upgraded so much that the person wasn't really the same anymore—in fact, that's where the Q got Theodore's name from: the Ship of Theseus paradox. He waits until Greenwave's done talking, then presses the button for the mic again.
"Well, I'll be damned, that is quite a story," he starts with humor in his voice. "Sounds a lot like the captains—this J4ck4l and Fren—should get couples' therapy. Y'know, so they don't waste ammo and energy beating each other up until death makes them part. It's better for everyone, really."
"One of J4ck4l's former third-in-command officers suggested that once. He retired shortly after due to hearing loss from how loud J4ck4l yelled at him."
Greenwave chuckled. "Poor fellow. He was quite nice, for being a marauding pirate. Say, if I ever get the story made into a soap opera, I'll send you a copy. Sound good?"
"Oh, snap! Must've yelled at, say, a million decibels, then!" he jokes, even though he has no idea how decibels work. "Hey, that sounds like a good deal to me! If I find out any similarly crazy drama happening in my stretch of space, I'll give you a ring. Think of it like a trade!"
"Pretty sure J4ck4l blew out his voicebox with that one. And yeah, that sounds like a fair deal. I'll be here, same as always!"
Greenwave chuckled. "You said you ran the... Valentine Archive Radio, yeah? I'll have to listen to your station sometime. What kinda stuff you putting out there?"
"Yep! Playin' all sorts of tunes from the 20th and 21st centuries! And some radio dramas I've found. I-it's mostly stuff from Earth, since a lot of aliens are, uh.. well, they get upset when someone who isn't them plays their tunes. Cultural stuff, things I don't want to offend folks with, you know how it is." Theodore explains with an awkward chuckle near the end.
"Yup, I've come across that too. Different cultures have different rules, and I'll go by them same as any decent being would." There's a pause, and then Greenwave asked, "Earth, huh? Can't say I've heard of it. I've heard of the time period, certainly, but I don't recall having come across any planet called Earth in the timelines I'm familiar with. I do have to keep track of 123 of them, so I've definitely missed quite a lot. Care to tell me about it?"
"Well, it's uh.. green! Green and blue. Variety of climates and species, but only a few native sapient species: humans and the various cetaceans. They're like fish, but breathe air directly, and can't really go on land. The cetaceans, that is. Humans, though, they're very squishy apart from their bones, and they're very good at adapting." Theodore rattles off the top of his head. "Now that I think about it, Earth might be called 'Terra' in other timelines, to other intergalactic races. Most races outside of Earth call it Terra in this timeline, which is why I say that."
"Ah, Terra. Yes, I've heard of that. At least I've heard of humans. What's a cetacean?" Greenwave asked, their voice humming with curiosity.
"'Cetacean' is a general term for things like dolphins and whales. Hold on, course correcting.." he answers, pausing to grab the controls of his ship and steer it away from a line on the map system marking Cardassian space, then pressing the microphone's button again. "Anyway, cetaceans are dolphins, whales, and porpoises. Glad to clear up the confusion with the Earth/Terra bit; that's on me for not clarifying sooner."
"Whales!" Greenwave positively chirped out the word. "There were whales on Earth? That's so cool! I've only seen them on a couple planets, both water whales on rocky planets and sky whales on gas planets, and the space whales, of course, but those are in space, as the name suggests. Have you ever seen a whale? Any kind of whale?"
"I- Uh, admittedly, I haven't met a whale in real life, but, I have seen pictures, so, yes, there are whales on Earth- Terra." Theodore answers with a chuckle, glancing at the radar again to make sure nobody was following him back into Federation space. "Admittedly, the big guys kind of scare me, because they're.. well, huge. But, good on you for being so appreciative of them! I didn't know there were more varieties than just the ones on Terra. The cosmos are a fascinating place, aren't they?"
"I like space whales. Especially the Cosmic Flipper variant from Timeline 1-J-22B-47R-M89-002. They have appendages that can sense the stellar currents and they use those currents to move around space. They're so cool! They have skin that is a pink to blue gradient with pure white eyes, and they're big enough to damage a fairly big spaceship if they chose to, but they're quite peaceful creatures that feed off of asteroids. I've never seen one in person, but that would be a dream come true!" Greenwave is rattling off facts at a mile a minute.
"Fascinating," he replies into the mic while forcing himself not to imagine such big creatures. "Well, I'm glad they're physically harmless and only eat asteroids, because they sound terrifying otherwise! I hope you get to observe a pod of them or meet some, because it sounds to me like you'd get along just swell."
It doesn't seem like anything's on the radar, so he's a little relieved, and he can focus back on both his broadcast and the transmission.
"Do they work as the cleanup crew for the cosmos? Like scavengers, I mean." Theodore wonders aloud, still pressing down on the mic button.
"They do! Asteroids can be quite the hazard, and Cosmic Flipper space whales are often employed to clear out space. I think there was a similar practice on Terra using... was it goats? To clear out areas of plants." Greenwave chuckled. "I do wish to one day see them in person, since I've only seen them on video, but that'll have to wait until I get cleared to do so by my boss."
"Huh. I.. suppose that makes sense," he replies carefully, even though he doesn't know what they meant with the comparison to goats. He'd have to look it up the next time he was at a port of some kind.
"Well, hopefully your boss allows you a vacation in order to see 'em sooner rather than later. Nobody lives forever, after all, so you gotta do what you love when you can." Theodore adds, before realizing how sappy and sad he sounded for a second there, and quickly overcorrects by mimicking a sound like clearing his throat and forcing a more humorous tone. "Y'know, before some idiot comes around and ruins the fun somehow, and folks like you can't see cool animals in person again."
"I do have regularly scheduled breaks and vacation time, the problem is arranging transport. And since of the time travel thing, if something goes wrong, which I sure hope it doesn't, I can go back to a time where they were still around. It's not the same as it would be if they continued naturally, but it's better than nothing. I'm not going to live forever, but I'll live for a very long time, and I have a lot of things I want to do, but I also have a job. Don't get me wrong, I love my job, but I do wish someone else could man The When News for a bit and give me a bit more than my regular breaks." Greenwave paused, realizing their voice had taken on a rather grim tone, and chuckled. "I'll get a coworker eventually, but talking to you is quite nice. I don't often get callers on my broadcast. And I do have friends outside of this, don't worry about that. I actually have a lunch planned in a couple of days."
"Thank you; talking to you is a joy as well," Theodore replies with a light chuckle, pretending to understand the whole time travel thing. "I hope you can actually get more coworkers and callers, too, so you can take more breaks and vacations, as well as also have other people to talk to. It's always good to have frien- Wait, you don't do lunch every day? Even I eat something every day, and I'm an android! Sure, it's mostly sweets, but still."
"Oh, eating is a recreational activity for me. I absorb solar energy to keep myself energized. I don't need to eat food like that, but it's fun to do so every once in a while." Greenwave explained.
"I stand corrected, then," he muses, his tone humorous despite mentally kicking himself. I really need to stop making assumptions about people. "Have fun at the lunch with your friends, then! I'm pretty much always on the air, so give me a ring whenever!"
"I will!" Greenwave chirped, sounding like they're smiling. "It's really nice talking to you, you're very interesting."
