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my-own-friend.livejournal.com

[The now-familiar sound of Emma's voice, slightly echoing from the effects of telepathy, echo in everyone's head.]

To those of you unaccustomed to this form of communication, I apologize and suggest you get used to it.

We're being plagued by beings called Weeping Angels. I don't know how many there are or where they are, but if you turn away from them, they'll get you and, almost certainly, horrible things will happen, death being perhaps the most pleasant outcome. That's just an educated guess, though.

Point being, there is safety in numbers and knowing where the buggers are is key to survival. Stay in touch with everyone, and if you know where an angel is, let everyone else know and for God's sake don't look away from it.

featherdrequiem.livejournal.com

[Kuja appears on the feed, tossing his hair over his shoulder and making a melodramatic sigh. Everything going on this week was ridiculous. Normally he enjoyed a bit of chaos for the sake of entertainment, but.. this was nothing short of a droll performance with over-rated actors and actresses who hadn't a clue what they were doing.]

Has it occurred to none of you fools that, perchance if you'd asked for my assistance, I could have saved all those who have died so far? You would have had your answers. You ask for anyone with information to come forward - How about you simpletons all swallow that damn pride and talk to one another? You're beginning to make me doubt your supposed intelligence. Or shall I continue insulting what little you all seem to possess between you?

Too many cooks spoil the broth and that's apparent here. Your petty pride complexes are making this entire 'case' counter productive and making things easier for the killer to strike again. Why else did Sheldon and Oz unnecessarily die? Because you weren't quick enough to work together after the first death. Your incompetence is nothing short of unspeakable.

[The feed cuts out.]

Current Mood: aggravated
Current Music: En Hjälpande Person - Nanne

weatherbraids.livejournal.com

I cannot believe I actually had to make this post.

If there is anyone who does not feel safe with a serial killer on the loose, any young children or those charged with their care, I plan on creating a shelter of sorts in an area of the manor. I am a mage, and I can create barriers that will stop both magical threats and physical ones. Anyone who is not throwing an immature temper tantrum over being stuck here is welcome. [Her tone is sort of scathing on that last bit.]

hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com

[The video feed turns on to reveal a very thoughtful looking John with several stacks of money and a notebook on his desk in the background. He leans back in his seat and gives a smirk with his fingertips pressed together.]

One by one people're leavin'. The butler's gone, an' don't think I didn't notice that. Th' li'l girl with blonde curls, she's gone an' my li'l brother Natsuo. He's gone. Now, ya gotta ask yerself, what's yer purpose in this chaotic place? Is it th' same as back home or did people adapt an' move on?

What about home? What about those people ya left behind? Are they forgotten? Now rumor has it that time freezes when we leave our worlds. I dunno if tha's true 'r not but there's some of us that don't wanna test that theory out. I'm one of 'em. I leave here, and as some of you already know, I'm dead. Simple as that.

[Leaning forward on the chair, the leather creaking from the shift.]

Now, ya gotta ask yerself, what's the one thing tha' keeps th' peace? I know what that answer is an' it's been on my mind since I came here. Answer that question, an' I'll give you a reason t' like me or hate me. There's no in between.

[John pauses for a moment before he continues. Something seems a bit rehearsed through the entire speech and those that know John knows he's a man of few words.]

Ya know, I got t' thinking about my home. About th' things I miss an' th' things I hated most. What struck me out most, yeah I robbed banks. That's common knowledge. Am I braggin' about it? I guess it's a matter of perspective. One thing I can say is that I'm American an' I believe in a democracy. We don't got that here. An' since no one's got the balls t' stand up....I will.

I challenge any man or woman t' stand up an' cast their name in a ballot for an election as leader. As I heard, that didn't happen before an' that was wrong. I challange th' Author to stop me. I challenge anyone tha' says otherwise t' present their claims an' ideas t' prove me wrong.

I. Dare. You.

[And the feed goes black.]

Current Location: Room 061

my-own-friend.livejournal.com

[In the feed, Emma's seated in a chair in some large, empty room - the dance studio, it looks like. She's wearing an X-Men uniform, identifiable by its simple elegance and the abundance of X's all over (which, to be fair, could really describe any of her outfits).]

I understand that several of you are having difficulties with your new...gifts. They probably won't last out the week, from what I've heard, but still, if anyone wants help controlling their powers, I may be willing to help. I'm a teacher for gifted youngsters back home, so I'm rather used to instructing others in the use of their powers.

I'll be waiting in the dance studio.

[She terminates the feed.]

gamer-anon.livejournal.com

Some of you people sleep in really weird positions.

featherdrequiem.livejournal.com

[Kuja appears on the feed, though there's something a little off about his appearance. For one his face looks a little more delicate, his lips redder and generally more feminine. That's only from looking from the neck up. His voice is also suddenly a little higher than normal making him sound more like Mary Elizabeth McGlynn. He's sat there in his dressing gown, pulled rather tightly around him.]

Just what does she think she's doing?! Now none of my clothes will fit! I bought them all tailor made!

[Because obviously this is the end of the world in his/her world.]

Current Mood: aggravated

eugene-watson.livejournal.com

[In a very plain looking room with only a leather bound chair and a desk, Gene prepares himself of another edition of The Manor. He situates the paper in front of him that contained his notes and clears his throat.]

( cut for length )

Current Location: undisclosed

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

motherofsilence.livejournal.com

[Somewhere outside one of the hospitals, there's an odd moment as the walls and sidewalk in a ten foot area start to warp and crumble, wisps of flame curling away as the stone and concrete blackens, blood seeping out of it and hardening across it; for a minute, that spot is shrouded in darkness, as if the shadows started actively eating light. A shape pulls together out of ash and darkness, roughly human, although she's burned to charcoal and cinders, red and sickly grey and black burns making up the whole of her skin; her black hair's singed and crumbled at the edges, and the blue dress she's wearing is covered in ash and blood stains, scorched, with holes eaten through it from flame-sparks here and there. She's sticking close to the burned-up wall, obviously agitated and curled in a hunch, although her movement occasionally stutters like someone dropped a few frames out of the film.

After a couple seconds of disorientation, there's a scream, although the human voice is accompanied by a few other things that don't seem human and a sort of metal-on-metal screech...]

[That scream goes off across the network, with some blackberries possibly suddenly turning on to broadcast it; it's followed, in the broadcast, by static and screeching white noise, with occasional flickers of some kind of nightmarishly burned and blackened room, with an inhuman, unknown shape occasionally pawing at the screen in the frame-flickers - the location of the images isn't consistent, either, and occasionally off in the background a distorted and panicked child's voice can be heard calling out, "Where am I?"]

[OOC: She may not respond to network replies until she calms down and notices the Blackberry, but feel free to respond/react/freak out/WTF anyway.

Also, there is a bit of approach-at-own-risk here - she's a little panicky and not entirely coherent right now.]

picklesgonewild.livejournal.com

KUJA?! KUJA!? ARE YOU THERE?! Damn it all to hell.... Hang on Elphie...

KUJA WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!?

holy-pickle.livejournal.com

[Dende stirs, waking up on the bridge after his brutal fight with Zarbon. Very slowly he pushes himself up with his good arm and looks around. His head is fuzzy and he is having a difficult time focusing.

He spots his vest robe neatly folded on the snow where he left them. Groggily he stumbles towards them, and slips the vest over his head. While all lethal injuries were regenerated while he passed out, he is still not in the clear yet. His most noticable injury would be his lack of an arm, and perhaps the bleeding spot on his forehead, the rest have been concealed by the robe for now.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his blackberry to call for help. Then the shame of not being able to protect the Dragon Balls he had been entrusted with washes over him. He glares at the blackberry and in a moment crushes it in his hand. There, Zarbon would be able to call and threaten him once he found out that the Dragon Balls wouldn't work without the password. He lets himself fall back onto the snow, it felt good on his aching head

((He's on one of the broken bridges, in case anyone is up for helping him~))

gender-at-will.livejournal.com

[D'eon is sitting in the library with a glass of fine whine once again, only instead of his usual reading he seems to be tinkering with his blackberry. Desperate to try and reach out to the other residents, he has decided to master this bizarre contraption despite how foul it reeked of something blasphemous. He has turned the video feed on and off several times without any awareness, and unbeknown to him he has already send his message... about three times. The message reads (in an actual letter format):]

To my fellow residents at this manor,

In the past weeks I have found the situation we have all had thrust upon us to be rather undesirable to put it kindly. I beg ten thousand pardons for any inconvenience, but I must implore anyone who has information to contact this 'Author' to contact me at once. I simply with to try an communicate with her to see if there isn't anything that can be done to keep her sated while not at the expense of our own wellbeing.

Faithfully yours,

Charles-Geneviève-Louis-Auguste-André-Timothée d'Éon de Beaumont

((feel free to completely disregard everything he's written and poke fun at his name))

radical-edward0.livejournal.com

[Because Ed knows people probably won't recognize her after eight years older, especially not with all this chaos around. But they'd recognize her avatar, right? Well, time to test that theory. The elite hacker Radical Edward is back at the Manor after spending years making mischief and occasionally hitchhiking off world. She sits in her room with her usual Ed-like grin, punching out a simple message to everyone in the Manor]

Who's new here? Who remembers this place? Who never left? And who remembers the elite über hacker extraordinaire Radical Edward?!!

girlofthedusk.livejournal.com

[A little girl is trying to clean up some of the dirtier parts of the house. She looks like when she grows up, she would be very beautiful, but right now she just looks a little pale with shoulder length brown hair and a deep purple/blue outfit on. She has some bruises on her but its alright! She promises.]

All clean now. [She says cheerfully, quite proud of herself.]

searchformysin.livejournal.com

[Oz appears on the blackberry looking slightly serious.]

Can I ask about what exactly is going on?

revyourharley.livejournal.com

[have some boobs.]

[some stylishly clad, full body suit boobs with alternating red and black swatches as the owner of this new device fumbles with it curiously. give her a moment; this technology is kinda ancient in accordance to her, but the woman's a genius and after a moment the whole feed is treated to a view of her made up face and black mask, big blue eyes as well.]

Helloooooooo~ Is this thing on?

[Harley fiddles with the device until it focuses on her completely and the blond holds up a towel. is her new jersey accent grating on your ears yet?]

Is this your idea of a welcome? It ain't much, but I guess I can say thank you. So thank you. [she blows a kiss to the screen.]

But really now. Where Bratgirl? And my J.J.? Mommy misses her lil' Junior~!

[a giggle. and a pause. and then: ]

Has anyone seen my babies? You can't miss 'em; promise~!

atticmagic.livejournal.com

[Sara knew she was no longer at school. And after stepping out into the street, she was no longer in New York. In fact, she had no idea where she was. All she knew was that she was chilled to the bone, hungrier than she'd ever been, and completely alone.

Wrapping her arms around her thinning frame, she starts wandering down the street, eventually seeing a French signpost. She could read and speak French fluently, so that didn't bother her, but what did was how on Earth she got here.

Of course, she's completely oblivious to the dangers of the kishin that were stalking the city....]

Current Mood: scared

babynightshade.livejournal.com

[The image was still since the device was propped on the chair in the lobby. Toothless, aka. Sable, Lilly and Scales, is fighting off what looks

like some creature that got inside. A thunderous growl was heard with her teeth bared. She had friends here and she was going to protect them at the cost of her life.

She lunged at the creature only to be thrown off. This didn't stop her. The Kinshin attacked by shooting off black bullets which were dodged by the agile Toothless though there are now holes where those bullets hit. She pounced again and bit at the neck of the Kinshin that gurgled in pain but it didn't stop the lumbering brute as it ripped her off its back and sent her through the main lobby glass.

Again, she attacked only this time she sent a blue blast of lighting and fire at the creature, ripping a hole and blowing out the windows from the concussion of the impact. Eventually, the Kinshin gave up knowing that this creature wasn't going to give up easily and left the building but Toothless wasn't so lucky. She gave a snort in triumph but walking away was going to be a little harder.

She limped toward the staircase and collapsed from the intensity of the fight. The feed eventually cuts off with Toothless sleeping into recovery.]

Current Location: hotel lobby

hell-is-silent.livejournal.com

[There is a Tribble on her head.

There is a TRIBBLE on her HEAD.

Annnddd all over her room. Her floor is covered like a bad shag carpet. She doesn't look pleased.]

Okay. I know these things are cute, but this is like an epidemic. Can't we do some population control? Kill them humanely? Throw them out the window? SOMETHING?

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Entries tagged with comment: eddie riggs

Diamond 14: Emma Frost [Psychic Network]

Fourteenth Act // [Video] - No longer we'll sing through the day, of the lives we lost and reclaimed

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{Tenth Robbery} Revelation [Video]

Diamond 2: Emma Frost [Video]

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Thirteenth Act // [Video] - Turned my sorrow into treasured gold.

[9th Calculation] The Manor 2nd Edition {Video}

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

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17 Star Ball || Piccolo [voice]

15th Wish || Dende || Every Time He leaves the Mannor...

5th Psalm || D'eon [in person/text/video]

Session 019 ^_^ Radical Edward ^_^ [My Icon, Text]

3rd (clear) tear | Ophelia [In Person]

☼10☼ [Video]

"i got the magic in me" ✖ video o1

Story 1 ıÌ Sara Ìı Left outside alone // Intro [In person]

︸ Second Flight ︸ Damage Control (Permanent Video)

9th Horror || Heather Morris [Video]