7th Wish || Dende

[holy-pickle.livejournal.com]

[Dende had been lost from Raven for a while now. Tired of looking and more then a little bit scared he takes a seat under a tree to hide from the rain. He brings his knees to his chest and looks up at the sky. Every once and a while the rain will let up for a moment and Dende could get a brief peek behind the clouds at the starry sky. He couldn't help but wonder if Namek was one of those stars, or if the Author had just thrown them there to be pretty. Not that he particularly minded, he hadn't ventured outside the manor much, especially at night, so this was his first time seeing stars. They were nice. It made the night seem a little less scary.

He let out a content sigh. This plot wasn't all that bad. Even if it was really easy to get lost.]

▓ Martini 6 ▓ // Got My Drunk Text On // [Text - To Elphaba but accessible to all]

[suck-it-up-guy.livejournal.com]

[In Wallace's wining and dining himself across the whole of Paris, he's managed to finally out do his limits, granted he's still vaguely coherent enough to text clearly, he's well practiced at it. Especially to Ramona or Scott's mobile, generally proclaiming his undying love for the guy. Though the text sounds strangely serious]

Ephaba I need to ask you something. It's really important that you get back to me, because It's been troubling me for the longest time now. I think my life depends on knowing the answer to this.

Conan Edogawa - Case 026 - [Private Text to Kaito]

[always1truth.livejournal.com]

Kuroba Kaito? We need to talk.

36th Blast || Mello || [Voice, PRIVATE to Matt] [In Person] ((BACKDATED to just after the heist))

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[A very wet and very angry Mello storms out of the Louvre museum. He pulls out his blackberry and encodes the message, holding it to his mouth like a microphone. The message is private to Matt, completely unhackable. His voice is shaking with as is the rest of him]

Matt, come in, Matt. The fucker got away. And he left the goddamn jewel at the scene. He took it and left it! Just to fucking taunt us! I need you to go through the footage you took, anything and everything you got. I've got an evidence bag with one of the fireworks, we'll go through that when I get back to the apartment. We are going to catch that fucker!

Jesus! Fucking! Christ! I'm going to fucking kill someone!

[With a strangled yell he ends the call, stomping his way down the Paris street. He looks murderous.]

02--[In Person? Hope this is right.]

[beautiful-brute.livejournal.com]

[Zarbon's been flying around Paris, checking things out. Having very little interest in Earth culture or customs, he hasn't been spending much time taking in the scenery and instead opting to try and find a way out. However, for some inexplicable reason, he's still in the damn city and unable to leave.

This hasn't escaped his notice.

So right now he's landed on the edge of a bridge overlooking the Seine and is not looking particularly amused by the situation. Open to whoever wants to pester him.]

Spell 019 .: Elphaba :. The happy drunk~ [In person ]

[1ofyour5aday.livejournal.com]

[After giving Wallace a slap upside the head for playing a joke on her, Elphaba had all but given into his cool gay charms, and had gone out drinking with him. What had started out as harmless fun, and 'Oh, just one more~♥♥' had become this little scene;

The two, hand in hand, both laughing obnoxiously loudly, are walking/stumbling down the streets of Paris. After 4 too many Tokyo iced teas and various other drinks (for him), young Mr Wells and the Miss Fabala-Fae were now finding fun in everything..]


((Merry  Christmas Dubs! You wanted drunk Elphie, you got her~ Anyone can run into them, but Piccolo would be awesome amounts of lulz at this point~))