Jan. 12th, 2011

[identity profile] want-a-chupa.livejournal.com
[The feed activates after striking a rock. Kio is lying sprawled on the ground a few feet away on his stomach. On the ground are the contents of his pockets, a handful of Chupa chups, a pencil, cherry flavored chap-stick in a bubblegum pink tube, and, of course, the 'berry. Kio raises his head with a slight moan. His glasses are broken and a trail of blood drips down his nose (it seems his blackberry wasn't the only thing to hit a hidden rock), snow wets his face and clings to his eyelashes]

Ughh...what happened?

[He looks around blearily. It seems he tripped over a tree root buried under the snow]

Kio-chan is such a ditz...

[He mutters this to himself. He looks up in confusion as a creaking sound meets his ears and the feed. The tree that's root he tripped over is swaying worryingly despite the absence of a wind. Kio's eyes widen as the creaking becomes a cracking and then a splintering roar. Kio lets out a scream as the tree falls and the feed dies]
[identity profile] finalarbiter.livejournal.com
[Anyone who wanders in the kitchen will find Light sitting at the table using his newly honed water bending abilities to manipulate hot water from the kettle into a mug in which he has added a few fragrant loose leaf green tea leaves. As the molecules move in synchronized unison, and carefully fill up the cup, the corners of his lips twitch upwards in smug satisfaction for a short moment. 

The smile disappears as a rumbling crash seemingly shakes the entire Manor. Silverware rattles and plates threaten to fall off the table. The tea cupped in his hands however, remains safe, not even a single droplet spills onto the floor; Light's power holds it steady. He takes a careful sip of the hot liquid, as he muses. The rest of the world seemed as though it would end at any moment. Light never believed in nonsense like the end of days, or Armageddon, but what was happening outside wasn't so far off from that. He switches on his Blackberry and sends out a text message.]

Does anyone have any idea of what is going on?
[identity profile] nuitdushasseur.livejournal.com
[The video broadcast is short - he's awake but hasn't quite moved yet. He's dressed for a formal event - long black dress-coat, lace ruffle at the neck, hair tied back... but there's blood all over his clothes and a few flecks in his hair, although he's made some token effort to clean off his face. He's tense and cautious when he does sit up, looking around the room.]

Echo?

...Oz? Elliot?

[His expression goes flat, and he's on his feet and headed out of the room in a hurry, the door slamming shut behind him - he hasn't even noticed the blackberry, which shuts off after a minute.]

[He doesn't have any weapons out openly, but it's not that hard to tell that he's ... tense. And not happy.]

[network replies will be a bit late/after he gets back to his room...]

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