Jun. 24th, 2011

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[The feed comes on to an irritated looking Mukuro (granted it would be difficult to tell for one who doesn't know him well, as he is ALWAYS smiling), sitting rather high up on the wooden structures of the manor. He's been overlooking to see the progress of the various search groups- or lack there of- and he is not pleased. How is he supposed to reap the benefits of your labor when your labor is unfruitful? Really people! Cut a schemer some slack! Well, when push comes to shove and the new week fast approaching Mukuro FINALLY decided to take matters into his own hands. Not for any of you of course, he was simply DONE with living outside. He was DONE, next week he was going to be back in his room with his clothes and his comforts and his dignity even if he had to kill everyone in the manor to do it!]

Well it seems that there has been a distinct lack of headway in the search for the blueprints. If anyone is interested in not spending the coming week living like a savage I suggest you give me all of the information you know about any attempted searches. Once I have gathered enough information I will split you into teams and you will aide in the search for the blueprints. That is all.

[And he abruptly cuts the feed. The princess is angry]
[identity profile] whitefacedclown.livejournal.com
[With the BlackBerry on you can clearly see the a white haired youth laying in the sand, looking up at the sky.]

Where... am I?

[He slowly starts to sit up, glancing around at his new surroundings and generally looking confused. He didn't remember being here before he woke up and looking around wasn't giving him the answers he was really hoping for. Placing his hands on either side of himself, he felt the Blackberry for the first time and his ID card.

Once again he didn't understand just what this was or plainly where it even came from, especially the picture ID card. He decided for now to place both in his pocket and stand fully up, glancing around before finally deciding now is a good time to search for the others.]


Lenalee! Lavi! Timcanpy!

[He pauses for a moment, maybe he had been sent on a mission, but that wouldn't explain the odd thing in his pocket. Instead he finally gets the thing out and stares at it once again, before making a face and sitting down. If there was one thing he couldn't figure out was what the heck this was. He didn't even notice that it was on.]

[OOC: He cannot remember his first visit here, just so you know!]
[identity profile] always1truth.livejournal.com
[Someone has over exerted them-self. Conan has spent the whole week thinking about the blueprints and marking places off and contemplating the places the author would most likely hide them. He hasn't gotten much rest or food since he prefers to work on a case with a mostly empty stomach.

Remember how sick he was? Well, it hasn't gotten any better and there is now a passed out detective in the middle of the grass. His breathing is irregular, he's sweating, and looks pretty pale.]

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