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eugene-watson.livejournal.com

[On the public feed, Gene is sitting in a chair and begins his report.]

Welcome to the first run of The Manor. It's not a show. It's not a newspaper. It's a weekly report of the events that have gone on that should be known to the rest of us what's been going on. My name is Eugene Watson and I'll be your commentator since no one really wants this job.

( Cut for length )

Current Location: undisclosed

picklesgonewild.livejournal.com

[Once again Piccolo was storming through the halls angrily, not like that's anything new for Piccolo. As if YET ANOTHER humiliating defeat in New York, and getting confined once more into the mannor wasn't bad enough, but NOOOOO the author had to make the manor as decorative and obnoxiously shiny as physically possible.

He stormed to his room and glared at the bizzare lighted branch on his door as though it were the source of all his problems. So he eyelasers the thing into oblivion before blowing into his room slamming the door so hard behind him the walls around his door crack. Enter at your own risk, although this is probably the first tantrum he's had without trying to blow the manor and/or a city up. He's improving!]

pinnd-buttrfly.livejournal.com

[The camera shows a blank surface; it is, for those who have seen it, very obviously the top of the desk in the room that Ritsuka and Soubi share. There is nothing and no one in the shot. But then, a long-fingered, pale hand appears, carrying with it a large, neatly gift-wrapped package. It's of a slightly irregular shape, flat around the edges but raised in the middle. An envelope is stuck to it: on the front, it says, "for Ritsuka" in big calligraphic writing.]

pinkhairedkitty.livejournal.com

[Yuiko is standing in the doorway, looking very confused as she keeps trying to make her way out of the doorway to go into the kitchen, but still was unable to move.]

I just wanted to make a cake for Ritsuka-kun's birthday today.

[She soon went into her pocket and pulled out her blackberry, looking at it before putting it to voice so that she could hopefully get help.]

I appear to be stuck in a doorway. Can someone help me?

mr-plot-bunny.livejournal.com

[When the feed turns on, the Bunny is sitting in an armchair next to the heater. He is wearing a miniature Santa hat and coat over his front half. The hat has two holes in it for his ears, but the pom pom on top keeps getting in his face as he speaks. Predictably, he looks intensely annoyed.]

Okay, okay, listen up, people! I don't wanna stick around and chat in this getup. This week's Christmas, so you get a week off from all the other plots. Got a big Christmas tree in the parlor, and your presents will be under it when you're sent down there. And don't forget the Christmas stockings, they're full of candy and stuff. Walk under the mistletoe and you'll get stuck there until someone kisses ya. On the MOUTH, ya hear? I don't want a hundred of you asking me if you can get away with a kiss on the forehead or something. There's gonna be a big party later this week. Don't bother trying to get out of it. Just enjoy the cake and eggnog.

That it? That's it. Have a good Christmas and don't cause any trouble.

blondefuse.livejournal.com

[When she'd found out they were no longer in New York, Nice's usual good mood had dipped somewhat.

But, one hot shower and a new set of clothes later, and she was pretty much back to happy-neutral. The next item on her schedule was food, and so she'd gone in search of the kitchen. However, she'd accidentally gone into the parlor instead, and was about to retrace her steps when she found she couldn't. Looking up, she sighs and shakes her head, smirking]

A'right, a'right Miss Author. I gotcha. Very funny.

last-dracula.livejournal.com

[Tuesday morning, the manorites would find that there were additions to the decor.]

[Scattered throughout the manor, there are now a fairly large number of white cat plushies, all up out of easy reach for the most part, and all sitting so they're watching the halls, doors, and rooms. Some are curled up in the decorations, draped through wreaths, nestled in little building decorations, a couple are peeking out of the branches of the Christmas tree, another from the top of the fridge in the kitchen, several up among shelves in the library between books or on top of shelves; in a couple of places they're even placed up among the structure of the manor, peeking out from the top of the room.]

[In one of the doors out of the library, there is a very forlorn and grumpy, casting occasional venomous glares at the mistletoe and growling here and there while making periodic attempts at moving from the doorway.]

Oh, come on! You've got to be kidding me. [Fume, fume, scowl.]

[OOC note: the cats are EVERYWHERE - he didn't get caught until he was done, so feel free to poke at them independently of finding poor Soma, who got caught by the mistletoe while leaving the library.]

kingroadie.livejournal.com

Since I can't seem to find Spitfire I figured I'd do this now while the idea is rollin' around in my head. She can yell at me for not consultin' her later, but I figured it'd be good to get it outta the way now.

Sort of a rolecall- sort of a list of people's professions. How many doctors do we have? How many police officers? general shit like that. Here's a list of what we've got so far in people who wanna help out.

( Read more... )

If you aren't on here and can help in some way outside of welcomin' committee, chime in, I'll add you in right quick. Most of this is pulled from our own welcomin' packet. I want to expand things for newbies stumblin' in so don't be shy.

((As stated ICLY, most of this is yanked from the welcoming packet, asides that the tour guide are both cobbled together from IC interactions and OOC sign ups. We are handwaving your character signing up. Ala Rise and Wallace's name being on this list.))

9th-pirate-lord.livejournal.com

[Jack had the bright idea that Iroh would want in on this cultural exchange to spike not only the punch, and the eggnog, which only half of the batch wasn't supposed to be spiked, Jack wants to try to spike everything with rum to make it taste better.]

Iroh. Methinks that a little culinary exchange would do this manor some good. What say you to a bit of rum dipping and spicing up this grand party, eh? I have plenty of rum and no one should be left wanting. [And he grins]

insanemeister.livejournal.com

Maka and Crona, I need you to meet me in my room tonight. There are things I want to discuss privately.

makerofimage.livejournal.com

[Willy was putting together the plans for his gingerbread house until he notices people getting stuck under the door and laughs.]

Mistletoe? Never liked it. You can't eat it and the poor plant only dies. It's a waste....honestly.

[He pounds the dough with the rolling pin.]

one-eyed-zero.livejournal.com

[Natsuo put the feed on. He's clearly pissed off, but more in a moody way. He's showing the feed up at him so you can see the mistletoe hanging behind him. He doesn't seem to notice it though. his cheeks are pink from where he's been outside, though he's still wearing his hat. There is a scarf around his neck as well.]

Hey, someone help me. I can't move from this stupid place and I want to get out of these wet boots before something bad happens.

Hurry it up, I can't stay cold.

the-tudour-rose.livejournal.com

[In truth, Elizabeth was somewhat disappointed to be back at the Manor. She'd wanted to visit New York for a while after hearing about it from Ichabod, and she could have very easily spent another week there. But, that being said, it was quite nice to go back to what she was used to - something familiar.

The blackberry feed just shows Elizabeth sat in one of the window seats of her room, the colour of her gown a soft contrast to the red of her hair and the pure white outside. Occassionally, she looks up from her book, and watches the thick snowflakes float effortlessly past the window pane.]

weaponizedblood.livejournal.com

[The feed kicks in showing the underside of Crona's face. He's accidentally activated it while fumbling with it in his hands, Crona is wandering around the Manor looking confused, sad, almost terrified. He groans a little, wandering past the dormitory doors towards the staircase. He mutters to himself while he walks]

Names, more names, more names. I don't know where I am. I don't know if I can deal with being lost.

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Entries tagged with plot: christmas

[8th Calculation] The Manor 1st Edition [Video]

18 StarBall || Piccolo ||

Spell 013 [Video]

5th Strawberry Picked [In Person/Voice]

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Cherry Bomb 014 ♦ Nice ♦ All I want for Christmas is either immoral or illegal [In person]

[In Person?] -Expanding the spy network-

Thirty Second Guitar Solo - Eddie Riggs [Text]

☠ 11th Plunder ☠ Spiking....everything [Private to Iroh]

Second Experiment :: [Private Text-to Maka and Crona]

{11} A giant gingerbread house.....[In Person to all those stuck under the mistletoe.]

[video/in person]

Twenty Eighth Entry ☼ Elizabeth ☼ The frozen spring [Accidental Video]

003 ♣ Crona ♣ [Accidental Video & In Person]