Spell o.1 // [video/voice]

[lastredwitch.livejournal.com]

[There is a slightly irritated looking redheaded girl on screen. She only looks irritated for a moment before her face relaxes slightly, and after that, only a well trained eye would catch the slight narrowing of her eyes and the forced calmness off her breathing.]

I see that I've been drawn back into this situation again. I had thought that I would be free of this place when I arrived home. It seems it was only temporary.

[arms folded, she studies the blackberry rather intently before looking at the window for a moment and back again.]

Nakamori-san. Kuroba-san. Hakuba-san. Are you all still present? I would be pleased if you could tell me what I can expect from this place currently; it seems that I'm slightly out of the loop. [her irritation flashes up again clearly for a moment, in the way her fingers tap on her arms and the ever so slightly irate note in her voice before she ends the feed.]

[Video] Silly people and your clothes.

[mr-plot-bunny.livejournal.com]

[The feed comes on in the early hours of Tuesday morning, to a nice view of the sunrise behind the hutch.]

This thing on?

[The bunny's face appears as the camera tilts downward.]

Looks like I'm a little late. Oops. [It doesn't sound very apologetic.] Nothin' big this week, really - I don't even see why it's that big a deal.

Unless you're really self-conscious.

You might want to watch where you're hiding if you reaaaally want to get away from it ... all that noise week before last might've damaged something. Can't depend on anything around here. [Okay, so maybe the riots did succeed in annoying SOMEONE around the Author.]



Oh, and you. The two of you. You know who you are. [He leans in to fix the camera with a nice, close-up glare.] I've got my eye on you.

✟ Third Wink - [ Audio ] - Is there a doctor in the Manor?

[the2nd-kira.livejournal.com]

Ha-chan!


Ha-chan, someone here needs a doctor!


[ This post is because of this. Ha-chan is what she calls 'Hattori Sohma.' She has the tendency to give people ridiculous nicknames. ]


A Mister... Donuts grapefruit juicing zombie markers needs help!


He stubbed his toe and it hurts a lot!


[ This is Misa trying to help. Light told her not to attract attention, but Misa isn't really good at that. ]

{Thirteenth Case} What happened to my Clothes?! [In Person]

[passes-out.livejournal.com]

[As with the recount of recent events, Ichabod wasn't going to take another chance to allow someone like B to get away with the murders a fortnight ago. With his heavy, leather bound ledger containing all his notes from the cases that were somewhat still unsolved and fluid, he was feeling that his purpose was a little out of reach in this place. What's the purpose of solving crimes when the dead wake back up? It seems to be a never ending battle.

The sun that filters in through the blinds taking his clothes away in a flash, alarming the constable and he jumps in reaction. After all, he didn't want his cursed mark from the Horseman's to reveal itself when he works very hard to conceal it through not only his actions but through his dealings with people. Any amount of negative emotion could trigger a response and he wasn't about to give in now.]

Drat.

[He quickly runs through the light to get away from it. Watching the network has revealed to him that it's the light that takes the clothing away.]

Text- How unlike him. It's as if he's worried about using his image/voice publicly.

[beautiful-brute.livejournal.com]

On what grounds does the Author choose who she brings here? I'm certain at this point there is more at play than merely a list of names.

☠ 14th Plunder ☠ Ooh! This is new! {Accidental Video}

[9th-pirate-lord.livejournal.com]

[A tattooed back covered in what appears to be a poem of some sort and tribal waves wrap around both biceps and part of his lower back. He's stepping in and out of the light as if it were some game and is laughing at some points.]

Well, this is certainly new.

[And he tries to beat it but fails and trips over his own feet. Jumping that far isn't possible for him when light is going to beat him.]

Hm.

[He pushes up and tries again this time he's going to experiment with his blanket and holds it up instead of putting it on.]

[Voice] [Private to Tris] Perhaps should've thought about backup five minutes previous.

[stalking_horse]

[The sound is muffled - the Blackberry is in his pocket, recording the conversation in the background...]

[And it's this, starting from there. The transmission will continue until there's a note in thread that it's cut off.]

Second Position •~• Nina •~• Allegro [Accidental Video / In person]

[en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com]

[When the feed starts, it shows the inside of the dance studio. Nina is warming up by the barre, wearing her usual rehearsal gear. It was only her second day at the Manor, but she was already in a dark place mentally. She had missed the opening night. She hadn't been there, Lily of all people had taken from her what only she, in her mind, deserved. The work she'd put in, the late night rehearsals..everything..for nothing. Whatever this was, Nina loathed it with every fibre of her being.

But, the devil makes work of idle feet. So, in an attempt to compensate to herself not being able to perform for her audience, she is instead performing for a very different crowd. Pressing play on the iPod dock she brought down to the studio from her room, she hits play, and takes her starting position.

As she dances, she pushes everything she has into each and every step, every move, like her life depends on this solo going perfectly. She lets the music flow through her, almost as if the tune is working her muscles and the dance is pointing her feet]


((OTA, as per usual~))