Twenty Fourth Guitar Solo - Eddie Riggs [Video]

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Okay- so we went from fuzzballs everywhere to- a city. Interestin'.

[All the feed can really detect at first is Eddie's voice. It faint, muffled partially by the fact the roadie has his blackberry in his jean pocket, it partially poking out to show a sea of moving legs and a street.]

Fuck, why does this look familiar? Shit, shit, shit.

[He gets more muffled when he actually moves through the crowd. The blackberry being jostled around in his pocket.] Not like that shit matters though, I got better things to do.

[Finally, to save any viewer from sea sickness of the jostling lopsided movement Eddie finally pulls the blackberry from his pocket, giving a blink when he realized it was on.]

Whoa- uh, how long was this on? Oh fuck, nevermind.

Guys, any of you round here- wherever it is?

Cherry Bomb 001 ♦ Nice ♦ This ain't no train I've seen before// Intro [In person]

[blondefuse.livejournal.com]

[Anyone heading to the third floor corridor may just meet Nice coming down the stairs. She's not panicking or angry at being somewhere completely alien to her. She looks relaxed, chilled out, as if nothing in the world in bothering her. This is, however, untrue.

Running a gloved hand down the banister as she nears the bottom steps, she pushes her other hand into her pocket, feeling for the box of spare matches she kept on her at all times. Mostly out of habit, but also for a sense of security.]
 

The Plot Bunny [Video/Voice] [In Person]

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[The Plot Bunny turns on the feed with a paw and then noses it into a vertical position, leaning the blackberry against a glass vase on the table. The Plot Bunny is sitting inside a warm cafe enjoy a steaming up of...something. Maybe it's coffee. He also has a lit cigarette between is lips. He inhales deeply and exhales a jet of smoke through his nose]

Ah, this is the life, eh guys?

[He adjusts the cigarette slightly, shifting it from one side of his mouth to the other.]

So welcome to Paris, France, everybody. The entire City of Love is open to you, you can't go beyond the city limits but I don't know why you'd want to. You'd be out in France, y'know? But Paris, I like Paris, a rabbit could get used to this. Anyway, what was I saying? Oh, right, so enjoy the sights and stuff. It's supposed to rain so I'd bring an umbrella.

[Another puff of smoke. Then a plate of greens is placed in front of him on the table by a vaguely smiling, blank waitress. The Bunny perks up a bit more at the sight of his food]

Oh boy, this looks great!

[He looks back up into the camera for a second.]

That's it. Go.

★03★ [In Person]

[whitefacedclown.livejournal.com]

[Allen had spotted some places that looked awfully familiar from where he was from, but there were other places that he just never saw in his life, as to what they were he could get an answer, but he soon was at the Eiffel Tower  as he just looked at it, and at the number of people that were around it.]

Well this is something new, the number of people was a lot more than I remember.

[Allen starts looking around again for something or someone, as he once again starts running, while looking at the same time.]

I wonder where the Order is around here?

34th Blast || Mello || [Voice] [Video/voice]

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[Voice, Public]

[Mello's voice is strangely hushed, he's speaking in a low whisper. This uncharacteristic tone is not explained as Mello continues to speak in an undertone.]

We're in Paris, alright and unlike Pripyat this is, as far as I can tell, accurate. I have a simple request, if and when someone gets to the outskirts of the city I want them to tell me what they see and how far they can get beyond 'em. Is it that mist she put in in Pripyat? If someone could get back to me on that it'd be appreciated.

[Yeah, he's playing a bit nicer than usual...for some reason]

[End Public]

[Video/Voice, Private to Matt]

[Why was Mello so quiet? Well, now Matt knows why. Mello switches on the camera to show he is standing in the nave of the empty Notre Dame cathedral. His rosary is in his hand, dangling from his fingers and his face reflects the solemness that always overtakes him in churches.]

Haven't seen you yet, where are you? Where'd you wake up?

6th Wish || Dende || I Neen an Adult....

[holy-pickle.livejournal.com]

[Dende was distraught. He had wandered around and tried to ask the people around him where he was, or if they could help him, only to be waved away each time. He searched everywhere he could for someone familiar to tell him what was happening. Of course things only got worse when it started to rain. Now he was lost AND wet, and to top everything off MOORI THE TRIBBLE WAS GONE.

Dende began sniveling... then crying... then he fell backward onto his rear and just began all-out sobbing.]

Carte 016 ♥♦ Black Jack ♣♠ From Paris with love [In person]

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[Black Jack honestly couldn't say he was complaining about their new surroundings. despitethe weather, he was in Paris. A favourite cty for him to visit patients in, he hoped that this plot would last more than a week. He even recognised the street he'd stepped out onto, which gave him an idea.

Pulling out his Blackberry, he started texting;]

Text: Private to Hatori

Morning - where are you? It's a beautiful new plot and I know a great place to get something to eat


Text: Private to John

I bet you're missing the furballs now, hmm? :)

[Shutting off his Blackberry, he pushes his hands into his pockets, and sets off]

Case 16 ○•○ Holmes ○•○ [In person]

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[Holmes is already sat in a small, street corner cafe, looking very content with life. So the Author did like to treat them nicely every so often? Sipping his coffee, he sits back in his chair, and closes his eyes, enjoying the sounds of the French capital. He alreayd knew he was going to enjoy this week..~]

((Come and Le Bug him~!))

Spell 016 .: Elphaba :. Oh come on! [In person]

[1ofyour5aday.livejournal.com]

[The sound of rain against the window hadn't exactly filled Elphaba with joy. She was happy to be out of the Manor and in a new place, but she wanted to get out and explore, and at present, that wasn't possible. She hadn't been outside for what felt like weeks because of the damned weather, and she was starting to get cabin fever.

Pulling out her blackberry, she fell back onto the bed as she started to text;]

Text:: Private to Willy

Hey, any idea where we are this week?

Text:: Private to Piccolo

By the looks of it, it's another week indoors for me; go breathe some fresh air and tell me what it's like

Damned Author..just ONE DAY! ONE DAY OF SUN!


[She said to herself outloud. She had never been much of an outdoors person, but this was ridiculous]

001 :: Arthur :: [In Person]

[bypassed.livejournal.com]

[Paris. Arthur knew the city by sight but for him, it was hardly a place of comfort. Too many bad memories shifting to the surface, of Mal, of Cobb. Of course, given his job he didn't expect anyone to be familiar with him here, not when he made a living off hiding, remaining anonymous. Still, there was a slight feel to Paris right now that he was uncomfortable with - people walking by, seemingly ignoring him, faceless and forgettable.

Instinctively, he reaches for the dice he keeps in his pocket, because he knows he won't go anywhere without it. There was nothing to suggest otherwise, but this was reality. If it could be called that.]

♔ Mischievous Twin No. 2 Post 06 [Voice]

[cuteuketwin.livejournal.com]

Bonjour, mon nom est Kaoru et je suis à l'extérieur du Moulin Rouge.

[He coughs slightly before speaking in actual English again.]

Realising lessons come in handy aside, I didn't think we'd actually end up in a creepy kind of Paris. I mean the people are faceless after all, it's creepy.

I want to play a game with them for fun though. I want to see just what you can do with them or to them, anyone else who might be interested in joining me in finding out just what we can and cannot do for fun?

Entry 2 [Voice] - Paris streets

[stalking_horse]

[There's noise from the pedestrian traffic and one of the streetside cafes in the background; he's staying out of the rain at one of the tables, under one of the large table-umbrellas.]

Pardon my abrupt lack of introduction; my name is Hakuba Saguru, and I'm apparently new here, despite having lived in this city before. It seems there's some others having trouble, so I have a few questions.

Are there any others besides me that know their way around the city? Since the layout, at least, seems familiar.

And of those, is there anyone else willing to volunteer to help anyone who gets too hopelessly lost?

For those who've never been to Paris before, I am willing to help if someone's having difficulties - obviously I can't exactly lead everyone around continually playing tour guide, but I can at least get people back to easier areas to navigate, or rescue someone who gets completely turned around.


[And an added text edit/note.]
There are maps onilne via the blackberries. [Link here] If you still need help, I'm around, and can't be the only one who's been in this city before.

Aoko Nakamori: 021: Paris!

[abluechild.livejournal.com]

We're in Paris!

Kaito~ Hakuba-kun~! Where are you guys?

Yoh-kun, You're still around too, right?

....can one of you come find me?

[lost Aoko is lost :|b]

Conan Edogawa - Case 024 - [In Person]

[always1truth.livejournal.com]

[Conan is at the Louvre looking over some jewels and keeping his eye out for someone in particular-not that he expects him to show... still, he's sure Kaitou Kid won't be able to resist. The shrunken detective is looking over the crown jewels and reading the description plaque.

He looks at the tourists and then the guards-studying each one closely but no one stands out. No one looks frustrated or nervous so that meant-for now, the museum is safe.]

Cherry bomb 002 ♦ Nice ♦ En Francais [In person]

[blondefuse.livejournal.com]

[Nice had woken up somewhere dark, cold, and noisy; the metro, or rather, the French version of the underground. She was freezing, and she only felt colder when she emerged into the open air, the rain hardly welcome on her exposed arms. Hugging them around herself, she started walking, trying to work out where in the hell she was now. Of course, the French sign posts gave her a hefty clue.

She'd been walking for about half an hour before deciding to stop somewhere for shelter - she was completely soaked, miserable, and didn't know the first bit of French beyond 'Hello'.

This was going to be a long week.]

{Fourth Robbery} In the Streets of Paris [Video]

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[John's heavy coat is wrapped around his body, his head's down and the rain is coming down in sheets. His leather clad hands are in his pockets and he's looking to get out of the storm. He grabbed one passerby by the arm and the reaction wasn't what he expected. His brow lifts and let the person go.

He did this a few more times, asking a random question here and there only to get a wave, a smile and the go-by. John quickly discovered that these people were pretty generic.]

Can't get a word in edgewise with these folks. I get that I'm in Paris. The Eiffel Tower was a dead give-a-way. Anybody got any idea how long this'll last?

[The rain actually felt pretty good to him considering that he comes from a time where rain wasn't common. The Dust Bowl made sure of that.]

I should send this rain back home. They sure could use it.

[He cuts off the feed before he says too much more.]

⚔ 10th Plunder ⚔ What happened to all the women!? [Video]

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[Jack is standing in the middle of the yard just under the Eiffel Tower. He has tried on countless occasions to flirt only to have his efforts returned with a smile and a walk by. After seeing only generic faces after a while, he eventually gives up and starts moving on. His eyes look from left to right, then a quick turnaround and back again.]

Question. If this is Paris, where are the guards?

[By now, he was expecting someone to stop him just for being who and what he is which leaves him confused. He starts talking to himself.]

It is Paris, only the Paris that you don't know and knowing that you don't know makes you in the know that you don't know.

[He turns his head to the right and grins.]

Only that I don't know that you know makes me twice as smart that I didn't know in the first place.

[He turns his head to the left.]

Maybe now I have something to talk about.

[He starts to walk on, cutting off the feed.]

♙16♙ [Video]

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[Finnian doesn't look happy, in face he looks very, very lost.]

I'm lost and I don't know where the others are. Can anyone help me?

[It's at that point that he bumped into someone and apologised before seeing there no faces and fell backward.]

Sebastian! Meirin! Young Master! Lady Elizabeth! Where are you!

Cup 010: Iroh [Video]

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[The shot is of Iroh, looking completely relaxed, in some small and cozy-looking cafe.  The seats are wood and red cushions, the walls wood paneling with paintings hanging from them.  Iroh has a veritable buffet of food before him: pastries and croissants, pies both fruit and meat, cups of soup, breads, one platter of cheese and another of meat.  Right in front of him is a silver coffee pot and a cup of steaming coffee, next to another cup full of tea.  A wine bottle in the corner of the table finishes the display.]

You know, people here have said that this city...Paris...has the finest food in the world.  I'm inclined to agree.

[He inhales deeply, clearly pleased with his great spread of food.]

What is it they say here?  Bone apeteet?

[He smiles and nibbles a wedge of cheese.]

I'm willing to share, if anyone else is hungry.

Spell 011 [Video]

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[Soubi vaguely remembers having been in Paris. Once, when he was young, and then only for a few hours before being driven out to a Fighting school in the country. It is a fuzzy memory at best, and he realizes now that it hadn't captured the sheer scope of the place. Soubi is not one to be easily impressed, but even he has to admit that Paris is a beautiful place. He's not even interested in painting architecture or anything urban, but he finds himself easily able to understand why so many artists flock to this city.

But that isn't the point. There's no time for admiring the scenery; he has to find Ritsuka. So when the video turns on, his face is serious.]

Ritsuka, where are you? Call to me, and I'll come find you.