[In Person?] -Expanding the spy network-

[last-dracula.livejournal.com]

[Tuesday morning, the manorites would find that there were additions to the decor.]

[Scattered throughout the manor, there are now a fairly large number of white cat plushies, all up out of easy reach for the most part, and all sitting so they're watching the halls, doors, and rooms. Some are curled up in the decorations, draped through wreaths, nestled in little building decorations, a couple are peeking out of the branches of the Christmas tree, another from the top of the fridge in the kitchen, several up among shelves in the library between books or on top of shelves; in a couple of places they're even placed up among the structure of the manor, peeking out from the top of the room.]

[In one of the doors out of the library, there is a very forlorn and grumpy, casting occasional venomous glares at the mistletoe and growling here and there while making periodic attempts at moving from the doorway.]

Oh, come on! You've got to be kidding me. [Fume, fume, scowl.]

[OOC note: the cats are EVERYWHERE - he didn't get caught until he was done, so feel free to poke at them independently of finding poor Soma, who got caught by the mistletoe while leaving the library.]

Cherry Bomb 014 ♦ Nice ♦ All I want for Christmas is either immoral or illegal [In person]

[blondefuse.livejournal.com]

[When she'd found out they were no longer in New York, Nice's usual good mood had dipped somewhat.

But, one hot shower and a new set of clothes later, and she was pretty much back to happy-neutral. The next item on her schedule was food, and so she'd gone in search of the kitchen. However, she'd accidentally gone into the parlor instead, and was about to retrace her steps when she found she couldn't. Looking up, she sighs and shakes her head, smirking]

A'right, a'right Miss Author. I gotcha. Very funny.

(no subject)

[mr-plot-bunny.livejournal.com]

[When the feed turns on, the Bunny is sitting in an armchair next to the heater. He is wearing a miniature Santa hat and coat over his front half. The hat has two holes in it for his ears, but the pom pom on top keeps getting in his face as he speaks. Predictably, he looks intensely annoyed.]

Okay, okay, listen up, people! I don't wanna stick around and chat in this getup. This week's Christmas, so you get a week off from all the other plots. Got a big Christmas tree in the parlor, and your presents will be under it when you're sent down there. And don't forget the Christmas stockings, they're full of candy and stuff. Walk under the mistletoe and you'll get stuck there until someone kisses ya. On the MOUTH, ya hear? I don't want a hundred of you asking me if you can get away with a kiss on the forehead or something. There's gonna be a big party later this week. Don't bother trying to get out of it. Just enjoy the cake and eggnog.

That it? That's it. Have a good Christmas and don't cause any trouble.

5th Strawberry Picked [In Person/Voice]

[pinkhairedkitty.livejournal.com]

[Yuiko is standing in the doorway, looking very confused as she keeps trying to make her way out of the doorway to go into the kitchen, but still was unable to move.]

I just wanted to make a cake for Ritsuka-kun's birthday today.

[She soon went into her pocket and pulled out her blackberry, looking at it before putting it to voice so that she could hopefully get help.]

I appear to be stuck in a doorway. Can someone help me?

Spell 013 [Video]

[pinnd-buttrfly.livejournal.com]

[The camera shows a blank surface; it is, for those who have seen it, very obviously the top of the desk in the room that Ritsuka and Soubi share. There is nothing and no one in the shot. But then, a long-fingered, pale hand appears, carrying with it a large, neatly gift-wrapped package. It's of a slightly irregular shape, flat around the edges but raised in the middle. An envelope is stuck to it: on the front, it says, "for Ritsuka" in big calligraphic writing.]

18 StarBall || Piccolo ||

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

[Once again Piccolo was storming through the halls angrily, not like that's anything new for Piccolo. As if YET ANOTHER humiliating defeat in New York, and getting confined once more into the mannor wasn't bad enough, but NOOOOO the author had to make the manor as decorative and obnoxiously shiny as physically possible.

He stormed to his room and glared at the bizzare lighted branch on his door as though it were the source of all his problems. So he eyelasers the thing into oblivion before blowing into his room slamming the door so hard behind him the walls around his door crack. Enter at your own risk, although this is probably the first tantrum he's had without trying to blow the manor and/or a city up. He's improving!]