[identity profile] 1ofyour5aday.livejournal.com
[Since the rocky start to this odd mother-daughter relationship at the beginning of the week, Elphaba's actually gotten used to her child. Well, a little more than that. She's actually grown quite fond of the spirited little green girl. The two are in Elphaba's room, with the door slightly ajar. Inside (and on the feed) anyone passing by or watching the network will see this rather surreal little scene;

Elphaba is lying on her front, her feet kicking the head board as she reads to herself. Her right hand is raised slightly, swaying side to side, seemingly controlling a mobile that is spinning slowly above the babies cot. The child, although she's been quiet for a few hours now, suddenly decides that it needs more entertainment. So, it starts making little noises of distress, which eventually become tearless yells.

With a roll of the eyes, Elphaba pushes herself up and off the bed
]

Alright, alright.. Come here

[Picking the child up, she sits back on the bed, and quietly hums to her as she makes herself comfortable. When it's apparent that the infant wants more than to be held, she thinks for a moment, before glancing at her book,  and smiling a few moments later. Trying to work out a tune in her head, she gently starts singing this to the baby, in an effort to make her fall asleep..]


If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss

Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.

Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair...
 
[identity profile] saiyanascension.livejournal.com
[ Vegeta's in the kitchen, baby in arm and bottle in hand. He's staring off into space with a deadpanned expression, almost as if the man had only known sleep for a few hours before it was whisked away by the endless needs of a saiyan baby. Had he been the man he was 5 years prior he would have simply left it outside someone else's door. But the Prince, in no right state of mind now, would ever leave an unstable creature in the hands of the unknowing, especially with Frieza, Berter and Zarbon on the loose in the house. The tiny little thing needed so much, and Vegeta could only guess here and there at what it might have wanted, and only sometimes would he get it right.

In the kitchen he sat, feeding the tailed infant from a warmed bottle. He waited for stillness in the bottle that would tell him it was done feeding, only paying it minor glances here and there as if to make sure the baby was still there, wrapped up in a periwinkle blanket in his arm. Still, the little pudgy thing continued to suckle on the bottle, large eyes closed, facial muscles relaxed, and tufts of black hair poking out from the blanket, crowning his forehead with a widow's peak much like his own. Vegeta looked at the little one and pressed his lips together briefly before wriggling the bottle with the nipple still in the baby's mouth. The little peaceful face creased with minor distress and it held on the bottle as if for dear life, whining as it ceased its suckling momentarily. ]


Alright, alright...
[identity profile] lionpunchinist.livejournal.com
((Backdated to the day of this incident/ encounter.))

[[Some inaudible words are said...and then all that can be heard is an obnoxiously loud sharp yell of pain. The feed cuts off.]]

((Note: If you're meeting Ryohei in person, assume Temari and Gaara would not be there anymore at that point.))
[identity profile] diditmyway.livejournal.com
[Mello is neither impressed or excited about a Hawaii beach vacation. He had been living in LA as it was, what was Hawaii but LA beaches with hotter weather and more idiots to cause problems. Tourists. He didn't need them. Nor did he desire anything to do with swim trunks or sun block. All foolishness and vanity when there were bigger fish to fry and better things to accomplish than a full body tan.

But

He has ventured outside for one reason and one reason alone: Near has NOT gone outside.

How does he know this? Did he ask? No. Why the fucking hell would he bother to ask? Just LOOK at the kid, he probably doesn't know that the sun exists outside of fancy screensavers. There is no way that he could have ever gone into the sunlight because if he had he might actually have some hint of a skin tone.

Anyway.

Mello now stands on the beach in a getup entirely inappropriate for such a location -



-but fuck it, he's still gotten farther than you Near.

And he smirks to himself behind his gas mask. A small victory has been won today]
[identity profile] passes-out.livejournal.com
[Ichabod is sitting in an what looks to be alcove that he made from the earth that he dug out in a nearby hill. Being by himself often means learning on his own and his cursed wound didn't offer him any recourse for social gatherings. He was growing more and more detached from his own kind that madness was beginning to set in. Still, he was sane enough to handle his tasks.

He pulled open his ledger and began writing what he has seen and what he has noticed over the course of the past few months about himself. Nightmares he logged weren't getting any better. His curse went unchecked and unnoticed by the masses of the Manor. He never talked about it openly. The only one that knew was long gone.]

He comes....he comes for me.

[His words were breathy and his hands were shaking.]
[identity profile] junior-cop.livejournal.com
[Tom managed to get out of the wreckage with a lot of cuts and a broken arm. Still, that didn't stop him from grabbing his gun to take a look around. He's not sure if this is hostile territory or not. He takes a risk and calls out. The alien night sky didn't help his metal capacities.]

Is there anyone out there?!

[He moves toward a campsite....]

[OTA]
[identity profile] whitestlie.livejournal.com
[A week of waiting had been enough. Near had see how the epidemic had subsided just as quickly as it had come, and all over the course of exactly one week, just as he was told. The event itself paved way for other advantages as well. Near did not have to worry about any sort of physical threats due to everyone else falling ill, and since those who did not succumb to the sickness were kind enough to help strangers, he was able to secure a decent amount of food and water to last a good while. The new change in scenery, signifying the start of a new plot, settles it. Those stories were true. Only a few extra details and inconsistencies remain to be cross-checked for validity.

Aside from that, Near must now start focusing on two other important issues. One, finding means of maintaining safety in case anything goes wrong. Two, finding means to return home.]


Good morning.

I have a few questions and requests for anyone who is able and willing to fulfill them. Please listen to the feed in it's entirety, although it is not necessary to satisfy every condition or answer every question. Any input is valuable. [Not really, but it sounds professional to say.]

First, I am aware that a map of the house exists and would like to request a copy. I understand that it might not be useful at this very moment given the restructuring our "home," but it would be helpful for future reference. Also, the security system here is questionable. Does the house provide security cameras or spare locks? If so, I would like to know how to acquire some. On that note, how are crimes regulated around here, if they are regulated at all? For those who are familiar with this place, I have other questions regarding the Author, any possible way to reach her, the plots, and this phone. For those who believe they have been here the longest, I would like to know the approximate length of time of your residence. If you are someone who has managed to get sent back home at least once before or someone who has died, either at the house or elsewhere, or someone with abilities, such as magic, beyond the scope of the average human's physical capabilities, I would like to ask you a few questions as well. If you are unsure of what constitutes "average," I will gladly clarify. [There is the sound of movement followed by brief silence.] Hmm, I see that we are now in space. [He doesn't sound at all affected by this new revelation.] Is anyone here familiar with this kind of setting?

Well, in any case, one last thing, I would like someone to help me take care of a few tasks. It may take awhile, but your help would be greatly appreciated.

That is all. Thank you for your time.

[Private to Black Jack] )

[identity profile] moar-food-plz.livejournal.com
[ Yeah, Goku has sort of been on the down low lately. He hasn't been outside to do any training. He hasn't even been in the kitchen all that much either. Some people may have seen him briefly shuffling around, each day looking worse and worse. The poor man is sick out of his mind and without having his wife around to take care of him... well yeah... he's kinda hopeless. You'll see this guy laying on the couch, passed out, all bundled up in a thick blanket and snoring. ]
[identity profile] 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.]
[identity profile] saiyanascension.livejournal.com
[ Vegeta is messing with the blackberry in his room. He knows how these things work. He's the sex toy husband of the Owner of Capsule Corp. He's played with devices more advanced and stupidly difficult to use than this. His face is there, and it's narrow. Narrow eyes, angry mouth, wrinkled nose, furrowed brows, amazingly large forehead split by his widow's peak. Yes, it's all there, and it's unhappy to say the least. Vegeta is unimpressed and disapproves of this.. this... whatever this is. ]

Trunks.

If this is another prank of yours...

I'm going to destroy you.

And if it's not...

Then the owner of this place had better show himself.

[ The feed cuts. He's maaaad. ]
[identity profile] pintsizedempath.livejournal.com

[Raven  is currently in the kitchen, doing her usual and making tea. However, this week is apparently not going to make her 'Top 10 plots' list. Her hair was now black instead of violent, her eyes nearly the same shade. Instead of being ashen, her skin is just ghostly pale, and for anyone who may notice, the chakra from her forehead has gone too.
 
But, none of this mattered to her - what did matter was the fact that she no longer had any power to her name. She was weak, far more vulnerable than she had ever been, and she hated it. Loathed it, even. Although her powers were a curse to her, they also provided a brilliant defensive mechanism in both senses. She was now a plain, ordinary girl, and it shook her to her core.

However, now that she was completely powerless, she also felt the constant pangs of emotion - for a human, these would be completely innane, ignorable feelings. Just, passing thoughts. But for Raven, now that she suddenly had no need to control them, suddenly felt...scared. She wasn't used to having to feel things, and now, she had to, whether she wanted to or not.

She's so distracted with these thoughts that she accidentally spills boiling water on her hand. As a result knocks the half filled mug on the floor, the shattered pieces of ceramic mixing with the spilled contents. Putting her hand under the cold tap, Raven closes her eyes and counts back from ten. Although it was only a minor thing, she couldn't stop the pricks of tears at the corners of her eyes forming]

 


Dammit all...


Voice

Jan. 31st, 2011 10:43 am
[identity profile] beautiful-brute.livejournal.com
What...is this?

[The tone in which Zarbon addresses the network is a mix between complete bafflement and utter rage. He himself is not sure exactly what it is he's feeling right now-- he just knows this ain't cool.Enjoy the terribly bad photoshopped icon]
[identity profile] 11-sies.livejournal.com
You are all so noisy! I can't even here myself think-and I think pretty loud, I think.

There's been a murder and now we have a riot- I think this means we're all just a little too insensitive to the people we live with and are forgetting our manners, if we even have them.

You detectives are no better, I'm sorry but you're going to have to come up with a better way of going about things- and this time do not ask the author to back you up- you all see how much good that did. Might I suggest we hold this off until we have a better understanding of our manor-mates?

as for everyone else- [he smiles slightly] contact me if you think education is important.
[identity profile] passes-out.livejournal.com
[There wasn't much to be said when work had to be done and Ichabod was no exception. He felt something pang in his chest and rushed out of the lab where he was working on a few experiments. With a quick opening of the door, he looked around with a scowl. Something wasn't right.

He ran up the staircase and toward Elizabeth's room. Just as he was about to knock on the door, his fist stops in mid swing and looks at the now empty plaque. His breath hitched with widened eyes.]

No.....this cannot be.

[His hand drops to its side and slowly he turned the knob to open the now empty room. His heart sank which showed visibly on his face. Slowly he turns away and closes the door, closing his eyes to push down the tears that were threatening to come. It was too hard to not notice that Ichabod was alone once again but this time the scar on his shoulder ached more than ever. His hand touched the pained flesh as he turned to walk away.]

I'm glad your home....and do be well.
[identity profile] pintsizedempath.livejournal.com
[Raven's sat in the kitchen, trying to make tea but failing miserably. The previous week she'd only had a little trouble with the pyrokinesis she'd been bestowed with, but now it seemed everything else was trying to sabotage her morning routine. When she tried to fill up the kettle, the water would float away from the tap. When she got frustrated with said problem, she'd accidentally set something alight.

She hoped this plot would only last two weeks; she had enough of an ordeal dealing with her usual amount of power, but with this sudden onset of new abilities, she wasn't sure she could cope for too long
....]

Voice/Video

Jan. 9th, 2011 04:34 pm
[identity profile] beautiful-brute.livejournal.com
Just what the hell is this?!

[Zarbon is wearing a lovely collar that strips him of his powers. And he is not happy.]

When I find the ones responsible for this outrage-...!

[He slams a fist against the wall and glares. He doesn't even finish the thought, just seethes.]
[identity profile] pintsizedempath.livejournal.com
[This week hadn't been easy for anyone, but Raven especially had been struggling to maintain control over her normal level of power and her Author given ability to bend fire.

So, having found her usual table in the farthest corner of the library, Raven found a classic and settled into her chair, using the familar words of Poe to calm her nerves. With or without the teachers, she'd discovered that maintaining her breathing at a steady rate was a big contributor in controlling the new abilties.]

[identity profile] 1ofyour5aday.livejournal.com

[Sat on the bottom step of the staircase heading to the first floor is Elphaba, her expression anxious as she pulls her blackberry out of her pocket]

Hi, everyone..I was just wondering if anyone had seen Piccolo..? It's been a couple of hours and I've looked pretty much everywhere and I can't find him.

If someone could back to me, I'd appreciate it..

[Shutting off the feed, she takes a deep breath and tries to think of anywhere she hadn't gone. She knew it was stupid, worrying about him like this..but he was always nearby and suddenly having him not there was starting to get to Elphaba. She just kept telling herself he hadn't been sent home..]

(( With permission from Miss Dubs, I'm spreadin' the good word that Piccolo has been canon bumped, and therefore is gone from the Manor for a few days, hence why Elphaba can't find him - feel free to talk to her or respond ^ ^ ))


[identity profile] junior-cop.livejournal.com
[With Ichabod's careful attention, Tom was dressed in a clean, fresh uniform and his body was repaired of any damage done. It was as if he's been asleep but the dream wasn't anywhere near pleasant. He opens his eyes quickly and a sharp gasp escaped his chest. His eyes were filled with terror. He sits up and the sharp psychosomatic pain from the dream made him flinch and fall back on the pillows.]

What.....happened? My mouth....it's so dry.

[He's not sure if there was anyone in the room with him but there was so much going on in his mind that he wasn't sure where to start.]

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