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[chocolategun.livejournal.com]

[there's no video to accompany the message: it's strictly audio, whether due to paranoia or the holder's inability to work a Blackberry not immediately apparent. The voice is dry and irritated, coughs punctuating the short delivery he gives to announce himself. It's probably familiar to more than a few people in the manor...]

If this is Hell, it's not a very good rendition. Where's the fire? Brimstone? Demons to make me repent for everything I've done? [a cough, here; perhaps a small bit of laughter that stops as soon as it began. there's not a circle of hell that he doesn't belong in, and he's not sure why he's not there now.]

If it's not Hell, then does anyone know where I can find some chocolate? [his tone is dry on this sentence; he clearly thinks he's dead, and this is all just a hallucination from inside his mind.]

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[always1truth.livejournal.com]

[Mello? Wait... from that entry it's easy to tell he doesn't remember being from before-Ergo he likely doesn't remember that he's actually a shrunken high school detective.]

[So, Mello. Have the sound of a small child on the other side]

There's chocolate in the kitchen!

[chocolategun.livejournal.com]

Obvious, I suppose. Is there a map of this place?

[always1truth.livejournal.com]

Mmm... there used to be- but I don't think there is anymore- but it's really easy o get too, when you come down the main stair case it's the second door to your left.

[audio]

[holy-pickle.livejournal.com]

H-h-hello?

[Dende currently has NO IDEA that there's a person on the other end of this feed... he honestly thinks that the funny little box is talking to him]

I-I d-don't know w-w-where we are... a-and I-I d-don't know wh-what chocolate is... b-but I-I can h-help you look...

[audio]

[chocolategun.livejournal.com]

[...ugh, this kid sounds scared shitless.]

Someone said it's in the kitchen, so I'm trying to find that. [a pause, and then, almost grudgingly--] You okay? You sound terrified of something.

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[holy-pickle.livejournal.com]

[Dende whimpers a little]

I-I don't kn-know were I am... th-the last thing I-I remember i-is Frieza... a-and then there was aflash... and everything hurt... a-a-and now I'm here! I-I don't want F-frieza t-to find me!

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[rcklssanarchist.livejournal.com]

If it was heaven, chocolate would be raining from the sky or spewing from a fountain. Wouldn't you think?

[chocolategun.livejournal.com]

Depends on the version of Heaven you're after. Mine? Not so much.

[rcklssanarchist.livejournal.com]

If chocolate is the first thing you're asking for, I'm willing to bet it's important enough.

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[finalarbiter.livejournal.com]

[This feed more or less confirms Light's theory that the Author is personally out to get him. Of all the damn people she could have possibly written back into the Manor, she had to choose Mello. He balls his fists angrily. It's difficult to say at this point, whose reappearance Light is most annoyed by: B's, L's or Mello's because they are all impossibly infuriating for different reasons.

There's at least one silver lining to this that Light happily reminds himself of, and it's that Mello is apparently dead. A satisfying thought really, considering how much Light had wanted to disembowel the bastard with or without the convenience of a functional Death Note.

He's quite tempted to ignore Mello's post and let the brat figure this place out for himself, but that's if Light has the luxury of being childish. As much as it irritates him to think about this way, if he's potentially doomed to spend the rest of his life in the Manor stuck with this damn brat, then animosity would only serve to make an already hellish existence worse. Besides he muses with the beginnings of a smile, if Mello rejects my olive branch, it would only serve to make him look worse.]

Close enough, but not quite. I'd suggest looking in the kitchen.

[voice]

[chocolategun.livejournal.com]

[oh, well, now, that's a familiar voice and face, isn't it? Mello stops dead in his tracks before he even bothers to turn the Blackberry on for a proper response, staunchly refusing to enable the video function. He lets out a quiet grunt of irritation-- this really must be Hell-- but at least that means the bastard is dead too, right?]

You're late to the party. Someone suggested that before you.

[Video]

[finalarbiter.livejournal.com]

[There's a brief moment of silence before Light responds. Having expected nothing but pure venom, he's thrown off by the calmness of the response he does get, though he covers over it expertly enough.]

Ah, is that so? Then I'm sorry to be so redundant.

[Audio]

[agentmisora.livejournal.com]

[So, he's back. Back and memoryless. There had to be some reason why the Author would let some people keep their memories upon returning and not others, but unfortunately, Naomi did not have enough data to draw any reasonable conclusions so far.

However, what really triggered Naomi's attention was his mention of Hell, a realm in death. Had this Mello been transferred to the mansion after he had already died or was this merely just hallucination from shock? If the Author had power over death at the manor, then it wouldn't be impossible for her to have control over death across worlds either.

Misora can't say she knew the old Mello well enough to decide whether or not she could really trust him, so when she does speak, she does so with caution.]

Don't worry, this is just a mansion, not Hell. Why do you say so?

[Audio]

[chocolategun.livejournal.com]

A mansion? [he sounds a little incredulous. the fuck he's in a mansion out of nowhere? ...avoids her question, though. ]

How did I get here?

[Audio->Private]

[agentmisora.livejournal.com]

How would I know?

[She's substantially irritated by the fact that he just blatantly ignored her question, but then again, could Naomi really blame Mello for wanting to get straight to the point? She remembered her own frustration that first day she had turned up at the manor, and most residents were less than helpful.]

I suppose no one's really briefed you on the basics of this place yet then? To be honest, none of us actually know how we ended up here, but you can assume its by some form of supernatural intervention. Sounds like a joke, but most things that happen here are unexplainable by logic. You'll find out about that soon.

[Encrypt!]

Does this place not look familiar?

[Video]

[my-own-friend.livejournal.com]

[Him again? And with a convenient loss of memory. Emma decides not to make mention of any previous encounters. But if he remembers how he left the manor, it might be worth finding out...]

I'm sure there's some somewhere. Odd request to be making, dear, don't you think?

[Video]

[chocolategun.livejournal.com]

Not hardly. I've just got my priorities straight.

[Video]

[my-own-friend.livejournal.com]

Well, you aren't in Hell, I can tell you that.

Now that that's straightened out, don't you think you should do something other than find chocolate? You're in a strange new place, after all.

also pretend this entire thread of responses was audio, I forgot to change the tag. :|

[chocolategun.livejournal.com]

 

[stalking_horse]

[Well, this is awkward.]

Depends. Does being subject to the whims of the imagination of a deranged fangirl count as "Hell"?

[chocolategun.livejournal.com]

[pause, process, and then--] A deranged fangirl of what? Badly decorated hotels?

[stalking_horse]

Insane asylum, actually - that's what Kirkbride buildings were usually used for.

But seriously, the Author seems to be a "fangirl" of damn near everything, judging by the people that've been brought here. I'd think a fondness for detective stories and crime fiction, but I've seen just about anything short of hard science fiction so far.

[the2nd-kira.livejournal.com]

Misa doesn't think it is so bad.

[ She would say that. After all, Light was here. ]

Misa thinks there is chocolate in the kitchen. But if there isn't, Misa had been meaning to make some.

[audio]

[chocolategun.livejournal.com]

[hahahahaha. hahahaha, oh, you. What next, Takada? That'd just be the icing on the goddamn cake.]

Yeah, I got some. [a little flatly; he wouldn't accept chocolate from you, anyway.]

[audio]

[the2nd-kira.livejournal.com]

Oh!

Misa can just welcome you to the mansion, then!