Mary Winchester | 14 | [Action]

[was_a_hunter]

[Sitting in the Parlor, Mary was mildly surprised by the decorations she saw. She'd completely forgotten about her birthday; the author apparently hadn't though. The decorations were in shades of pink and light purple, streamers and balloons littering the room. the best thing though was the white and pink cake in the middle of the room 'Happy Birthday' written in elegant letters in the middle of the cake.

She may not know the author, but she was touched that the day hadn't passed with no recognition. If she was to understand things, she wasn't even supposed to even have a twenty ninth birthday. She may not be at home, but Mary was counting her blessings that she was able to see it at all. Taking a seat by the cake, she looked around the room, simply in awe at all that was done for her. Some people may say that it wasn't much, but she hadn't even been expecting someone to know what day it was.]

This is far nicer than anything I expected today...Thank you.

[She wasn't sure if the author would even hear her, but there was no reason to be rude and not thank her for this lovely gift.]

Vivien Harmon | 03 | [Action]

[organics-only.livejournal.com]

( Cut for brain nommage. Keep walking if you don't want to be traumatized by that, lol. )

Text | Action

[reversetheblade.livejournal.com]

adkhajaALHJBNIROP rfk;KM2314..N FE!839NSEW!

[A small delay and then coherency! ...Kind of.]

thlfjwritingamessage*&!

[Then suddenly a confused, young, kind of feminine looking boy with long brown hair, and a purple kimono appears on the network. Between words the epic button mashing is still going on. Kenji clearly has no idea what a phone is, or that he's even broadcasting a message.]

-purpose of this thing?

[After giving the Blackberry one final mystified look, Kenji decides to fling the thing over his shoulder. Manorites, you now have an exquisite view of Kenji's floor. Readying his katana, he opens the door. The hallway may be empty, but Kenji doesn't drop his guard, even for a single moment. Wherever he is right now, it's too unfamiliar for him to relax. Shifting his weight slightly, he begins walking out stealthily into the hall.]



((Just a quick note of warning that if you're meeting Kenji in person, he may draw the katana on your character. He won't be aiming to injure or anything, but he is tetchy and wants answers.))

09 ♀ Video/In Person

[ursokinky.livejournal.com]

[When the feed switched on, it was easy to tell that Catherine was pissed off beyond belief. Something must have upset her so badly, but what... nothing appeared to be wrong just by looking after all.]

What did the author do this time?! I can't believe this?! Argh!!!

[She was walking down the corridor, her fist gripping the BlackBerry hard as she walked, turning the corner. The girl was on a mission, though as to what exactly she had no idea, nor did she really notice her berry had switched itself on when she gripped it.]

I knew that she can mess with us, but this is going too far.

[She gripped her phone much more tightly as the sound of cracking started before the feed switched off.]

[Voice/In Person]

[psychic-labrat.livejournal.com]

*silence. That was the first thing he noticed when he woke up. Panic fluttered in his belly before he could stop it, and he lays in bed for several minutes telling himself to breathe. Very slowly he focuses and starts to notice other things, like that he's no longer underwater and has legs again. He spends another few minutes wiggling his toes and shifting the muscles in his legs, reassuring himself that nothing was physically changed as well. No paralysis, no fins. He was himself, except for the mind-numbing silence.

He breathes for some time more until he feels that he can function without falling into the panic beating at the back of his mind. He remembers the last time this happened. People were here. He just needed to reach out to them.

Sitting up finally, Charles reached for his blackberry and posted a message on the network.*

Good morning, everyone. I'm going to assume others have been affected as well. Do you mind if I ask what you've been afflicted with?

*that done, he turns to see if Erik is awake, kind of hoping that he didn't see Charles's panic attack*

Detective Notes 09 | Video

[caseofthetruth.livejournal.com]

[Naoto had only just managed to switch this communicator on as she sat at her desk, hand on her head as she didn't overly great.]

I apologize for being a nuisance, but I don't think I'd be able to get from here to the kitchen without at least once passing out from the pain.

[She leant over slightly on the table, hand still firmly in place on her head.]

I'm asking if anyone would be so kind as to find some pain killers?

18th illusion ||Rokudo Mukuro|| [in person/video]

[pineapple_fairy]

[And whatever you all were doing it is no longer important because Mukuro is on the screen, looking mighty irritated. Well... at least as irritated as he CAN look... which, given his perpetual smile, comes off as being more perturbed than irate. However, that doesn't matter, something is at hand that needs to dealt with immediately and he doesn't have time for pleasantries.]

Judging by the other feeds I assume it is safe to say a bit of a swap of abilities has been done.

[He leans forward to the screen intently, his smile becoming just a hint harsher]

I need to know who has the first path of hell. You will know who you are. It is imperative to a dear friend of mine's life that I teach you how to utilize it.

[He starts to turn as goes to shut the feed off but pauses giving a brief glance at the blackberry for one more moment- his expression unusually serious.]

...and as for those of you that encountered me the other week, I think it is best for all parties, that it be forgotten.

[and he clicks the feed off.]