Video, for Gilligan's Island Crew Only; un: pugsnhugs618

[ackingcraycray]

[A little waterlogged, sorta banged up, and a touch too close to the camera is Mabel Pines. She glowers, frowning until the edges of her mouth nearly meet her jaw.]

Dipper Pines.

If by chance, you can see this, then please. ANSWER YOUR DARN MESSAGES YOU BIG FAT POOPFACE!!!

[That said, she retreats to a more comfortable distance. It's clear now that she's inside a small, darkened building. A glass window has been blown out to her left. Judging from the piping behind her and the boiler in the back, this was some kind of utility hut. A power source, perhaps. Pawing his way up into her lap is an equally soggy and forlorn looking lion cub, who's trying to make a nest out of her sweater. Mabel cuddles him with one arm and rubs at his ears as she speaks into her bracelet. A smile has been fixed back onto her face and the usual pep she speaks with has usurped the ire.]

To anyone else who gets this, hello! If we haven't met, I'm Mabel. How are you? I hope you're doing dandy. That storm was a real doozy, huh? A real old people sweeper. I got swept onto a whole other island! A creepy, weird, underwater but not underwater island with a whole bunch of terrifying buildings and dead fish. I think they're fish.

[She turns the camera to the corner. There lies a greenish-blue blob the size of a Great Dane, with six pointed spines and one blind eye turned to the ceiling. Its fishy mouth lays open as if it died mid-scream.]

Look at that. Isn't the world majestic? Who knew such rich wildlife was swimming several hundred miles under our feet?

Anyway! I'm fine. I think everyone should come check this out though, there's some weird stuff going on here. Besides the obvious. There's a whole lost civilization here, and I'm gonna check it out some more for you guys, but right now I'm just uh. Warming up. Taking a ten. If anyone has any tips on how to start a fire I might try grilling up the catch of the day over there. Sorry Samson. [She clucks her tongue at her expired companion in the corner. She's named it already.] Fish gotta swim, birds gotta eat. Y'all are welcome at the barbecue by the way! There's plenty of blob here for everyone!

[And, with a not-so-subtle clearing of the throat and a definite dimming of cheer:]

Also if you see Dipper, please let me know and tell him to call his sister! He looks like me, but less cool and with a hat.

That's it for now. Later guys!


((OOC: I'm gone most of today but I will be here late evening and all the rest of the week!))

text; StrongFish91 | Left Behind crew only

[aspearation]

[ This is going to have to be text for now, not just because it's easier, but because she is one unhappy fish. Not that text is going to help much, but it's a start. Some of her friends are missing, and she has no idea what their fate is. It's hard to not imagine the worst... ]

Yeah, so. This mission just went from lame to really freakin' lame. Before we go running all around looking for whoever's gone missing, we need to figure out who's still here. Check in, find your friends, find out who's missing. If you know someone's lost their jewelry, this is the place to let everyone know they're alive. I don't care if you don't want to talk to me, or just want to tell me the bomb didn't work or whatever, as long as the team knows you're not... gone.

If you haven't figured it out yet, the big island seems like safest place right now. If you can get here, do it now. If you can't, ask for help.

[ ooc: please feel free to threadjack/etc.! ]

video, un: daria | gilligan's island crew;

[conqueress]

[ The feed opens to show a young woman with salt-stained hair, tied into a braid. She looks slightly battered, in the same way that they were all tossed about by the storm's winds, but not undaunted. Her eyes are a strange shade of violet, gazing keenly into the feed. ]

For those I have yet to meet, my name is Daenerys. [ Her tone is not unkind, but it is authoritative. For now, she gives no titles, or even her surname. It scarce seems to matter at the moment. ] I carry no weaponry here, though I was brought to this island with my dragon. To anyone who might seek protection, I offer our defense.

[ She turns the ring so that it catches Drogon, once the size of a cat. To anyone who's seen him before, they might be shocked--he'd now rival a medium-sized dog. He's presently gorging on the charred remains of an especially ugly fish, with what looks like more than two eyestalks. Out of mercy for her audience, Dany swiftly turns the crystal back to her own face. ]

For now, Drogon and I are ensconced in the innermost part of the city, at the tip of the sea serpent's tail. Seek us there, if that is your desire. There are quarters here to shelter you, and many houses lining the streets, besides.

[ She pauses, scarce concealing a grimace as Drogon gulps down his gruesome supper. ]

To those who have no need of protection, or else no want of mine, I would ask for information. [ She sits up taller. ] Who has scouted? I cannot speak to how many threats we might have here, only that I have seen red beasts in plate armor, and little else. [ She'd seen them from a distance only; they hadn't troubled her. ] As to our resources, I have found nothing to eat here, save for the fish. [ Her tone goes slightly flat. ] Of that, it seems we have enough to feed ourselves for some days, though I cannot speak to how many were carried here.

[ There's a brief commotion, and the feed is bumped slightly. Scarlet horns tease the bottom of the image as Drogon, sated, moves to join her. The queen extends a pale hand, unseen, to pet his spinal ridges. ]

If there is someone with magic remaining who can help to preserve the meat, we shall have great need of your services. Somewhere might be designated to house it in the city, some identifiable place, that it may be easily found before it spoils. I would gladly offer my own quarters to host some portion, if Drogon would not claim the feast for himself.

[ He has always grown quickly, but now he grows so fast that she fears he would decimate any food left to their care. ]

Yet I will admit it is water that troubles me more. Of seawater, we have much and more, but nothing to drink. [ A small furrow appears in her brow. ] Has anyone found an alternative? Sunken wine, perhaps? Ale? That shall be of paramount importance.

[ Her mouth is already dry, and so she conserves the rest of her words. For now, khaleesi has said her piece. ]

[ OOC: This is mostly her attempt to gather information and learn ideas! Threadjacking is totally fine. ]