Thirtieth Guitar Solo - Eddie Riggs [Video//Failed Lock to Ophelia]

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...Ophs? You're out here somewhere right? [Why hello desperation in Eddie's voice. He hasn't been able to find anyone, consider him worried.]

You find some place nice to stay at least? Some place safe?

Aoko Nakamori: 028: [In Person - MK Suite] - [Back dated to shortly after Akako's arrival]

[abluechild.livejournal.com]

[Aoko is moving over to the couch with an unreadable expression on her face. She's clearly annoyed but it's not clear as to what's annoying her. She had spent a good thirty minutes or more last night explaining to Kaito she didn't mind sleeping on the couch-having gone to sleep thinking she won the argument she quickly became aware that wasn't the case at all and he moved her in her sleep.

What's making her angry though is that she doesn't have a reason to be angry about that- honestly she would have much preferred sleeping in a bed but she didn't think anyone should have to give up theirs for her. Stupid Magician.

So, having no real reason to be angry she found herself annoyed with him anyway and went to sit on him to wake him up-even she was really annoyed like she wanted to be she'd dump water on him but alas that wasn't happening.]

((ooc: So. Aoko gave up her bed so Akako could have it and attempted to take up the couch-her plans were foiled because of a certain spiky haired magician. :|))

Kudo Shinichi - Case 034 - [Private Text - to Ran]

[mei-tantei.livejournal.com]

Hey.


[Presumably sometime after Conan dared to venture away from Ran and probably said he had to go to the bathroom :|]

Voice- Public

[beautiful-brute.livejournal.com]

To the Guardian Dende- I have with me someone who may interest you. I suggest you stop your foolish hiding and give me what I want or else. I believe you know a Miss "Elphaba", do you not?

Oh, but it's not as simple as a password anymore. You see, I've had a word with another of your kind who gave me some very disheartening news. I hope, for the sake of your friend and yourself that his words turn out to be empty boasting and nothing more. But should they prove true...

[There is a pause.]

No matter. You will address my inquiries yourself this time. I will not accept others to speak on your behalf, as I did last time when you refused to answer my call. Have I made myself clear?

[Action / Video]

[always-strength.livejournal.com]

[The muffled sound of the falling snow gives the Soho streets a serene, dream-like quality, only heightened by the lights and the oddly non-descript pedestrians. Ran walks down the street wondering at it all.

She knows exactly where she is. That trip to New York with Shinichi, well -- it was memorable even if for the wrong reasons. Funny that she's choose to remember this part of it -- and at Christmas! Ran paused to finger the bells on a storefront Christmas tree, before catching herself and smiling. Logic in a dream? Shinichi was a bad influence.

Humming happily to herself, Ran strolled down the street unaware that she's accidentally hit the record function on the blackberry she'd found in her wintercoat. It was a nice dream and she intended to enjoy it.]

[Video/Audio/In Person]

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[Somewhere outside one of the hospitals, there's an odd moment as the walls and sidewalk in a ten foot area start to warp and crumble, wisps of flame curling away as the stone and concrete blackens, blood seeping out of it and hardening across it; for a minute, that spot is shrouded in darkness, as if the shadows started actively eating light. A shape pulls together out of ash and darkness, roughly human, although she's burned to charcoal and cinders, red and sickly grey and black burns making up the whole of her skin; her black hair's singed and crumbled at the edges, and the blue dress she's wearing is covered in ash and blood stains, scorched, with holes eaten through it from flame-sparks here and there. She's sticking close to the burned-up wall, obviously agitated and curled in a hunch, although her movement occasionally stutters like someone dropped a few frames out of the film.

After a couple seconds of disorientation, there's a scream, although the human voice is accompanied by a few other things that don't seem human and a sort of metal-on-metal screech...]


[That scream goes off across the network, with some blackberries possibly suddenly turning on to broadcast it; it's followed, in the broadcast, by static and screeching white noise, with occasional flickers of some kind of nightmarishly burned and blackened room, with an inhuman, unknown shape occasionally pawing at the screen in the frame-flickers - the location of the images isn't consistent, either, and occasionally off in the background a distorted and panicked child's voice can be heard calling out, "Where am I?"]

[OOC: She may not respond to network replies until she calms down and notices the Blackberry, but feel free to respond/react/freak out/WTF anyway.

Also, there is a bit of approach-at-own-risk here - she's a little panicky and not entirely coherent right now.]