[identity profile] 11-sies.livejournal.com
Recently I've heard talk some of you have decided to throw together a legal system- and that's good. Legal systems are good-very good way to keep peace between everyone. However, it's recently come to my attention that you're all going about it wrong. You see, I do a lot of traveling and legal systems are things that change depending on the society and culture. When I say travel-I mean through time and space. You tend to come across all kinds of laws. There is an intergalactic police system that seems to work-I don't always one hundred percent agree with it but it does work.

You see, the problem we all have here is that we come from different worlds-different worlds mean different rules and we absolutely cannot expect everyone to agree with a very simple and standard legal system-you will step on someone's toes. I purpose we use a bit more complicated legal system.

Now, I'm open for suggestions and I should hope the ones enforcing the current laws will be willing to work with me to improve the legal system and make a few compromises.

First though, I'm going to nee you all to compile a list of complaints and suggestions as to how to fix the problem.

I don't usually get involved in this sort of thing-never had much of a mind for politics-but as it stands now pushing ideas and beliefs onto the other people is how wars get started. So this is me, stepping into politics to resolve this.
[identity profile] passes-out.livejournal.com
[Ichabod hasn't been seen on the network for some time now and for good reason. He was recovering from the shock of the past few weeks and he's already on edge. Even as people walked by and not paying attention to the constable, he had a sense of paranoia still wash over him. He thought his fears were squashed but the way the Manor seems to change the rules on him made him very nervous about everything.

If it wasn't for Elizabeth helping him through these issues, he would have been lost in his delusions and his fear.

He stood on the pier side to watch the water. At least the scenery was calming and the rain didn't seem to bother him much. He pulled his coat around him tightly, thankful to get out of the Manor's walls and the open air did help calm his unsteady nerves.]
[identity profile] hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com
I gotta know how to use this thing right. It's called a Blackberry. It says so on the device. Gotta ask a favor out there to anyone that knows how to work this thing right. How to read all that stuff. I've figured out how to make it show the picture screen and the basics but I'm wantin' the grit on all of it.

Also, while talkin' through this thing, I wanna talk to anyone that's been in that court thing. I'm lookin' at gettin' the whole picture and not just part of it. And what's this thing about earthquakes? One of my lamps fell down an' it seemed kinda funny that there's no aftershock. Did a gas main blow up somewheres? Never mind. Stupid question.

Yeah....so I'm gettin' off this thing now. John Dillinger, over an' out.

[A soft beep was heard as he thumbs the button.]
[identity profile] lord-fledgling.livejournal.com
[The feed begins on a young boy looking unsettled. But his poker face held strong holding his chin high, but not so he'd come across condescending. He was reaching out to...whoever was around.]

Hello? If anyone is around I would very much appreciate being informed of my location. It is of the utmost urgency that I am returned to Archadia, the Empire requires my presence at such a delicate time of recovery. My name is Emperor Larsa Ferrinas Solidor and I am humbly asking for any assistance that can be offered.

If I am not presuming overmuch, Judge Basch Fon Ronsenburg has not accompanied me in my arrival here, has he?

[He looks a little sad after realising his predicament. Taking a deep breath he looks up, smiling, but not with his eyes.]

No matter.. I'll appreciate any information or help greatly. Thank you.

[With that the transmission ends.]
[identity profile] timefordressup.livejournal.com
[You can see a young girl's back when the feed starts. She is well dressed and kept as she lays on the bed, the black berry is sitting upright next to it on the night stand. She stirs now, yawning and rubbing her eyes as she sits up.]

Hmm? Did we reach home already?

[she yawns a bit more]

Why didn't anyone.... [slowly realizing this is not her room] wake.... me...

....

[lizzie is going to draw her knees under her, pale as she looks around]

Mother?... Hello?....

[she looks near tears]

... Mother?!
[identity profile] passes-out.livejournal.com
[Ichabod has been managing his Hunger the best way he knows how and that's by taking only enough to keep the thoughts of carnage aside. He was always a man of moderation. Anything from raw meat to small animals kept him from attacking Elizabeth.

His eyes looked over the list that was written on the wall and a wave of shock hit him that Elizabeth was taking the blame for the killing of Isabella. A sense of urgency came to him as he walked briskly through the halls to look for her.]
[identity profile] the-3rd-person.livejournal.com
[In the entrance hall, on either side of the doors is writing. The Third Person's been there. But this isn't like previous writing. It's far less abstract in nature. In fact it looks like...a schedule?]



10/16
Yoh Takami
Charge: Murder (Miria Harvent), assault (Keiichi Maebara)
To Speak: Miria Harvent, Conan Edogawa, Black Jack, Minatsuki Takami anyone else who wishes to speak
Jury: Ritsuka Aoyagi, Black Jack, Finnian, Severus Snape, Heather Morris, Lily Evans
Location: Basement courtroom (former arena)

10/18
Mello
Charge: Murder (Keiichi Maebara)
To Speak: Ryuzaki, Minatsuki Takami, Keiichi Maebara, anyone else who wishes to speak
Jury: Dende, Robin Sena, Rachel Berry, Raven, Eddie Riggs, The Doctor
Location: Basement courtroom (former arena)

10/20
Shiki
Charge: Murder (Sherlock Holmes)
To Speak: Sherlock Holmes, Raven, Mello, Matt, Conan Edogawa, anyone else who wishes to speak
Jury: Ienzo, Samejima Mamimi, Ryuzaki, Sebastian Michaelis
Location: Basement courtroom (former arena)

10/22
Keiichi Maebara
Charge: Murder (of his guest)
To Speak: Ryuzaki, Mello, Minatsuki Takami anyone else who wishes to speak
Jury: Minatsuki Takami, Matt, Elphaba Thorpp, Jack Sparrow, Iroh, Miria Harvent
Location: Basement courtroom (former arena)

10/24
Kuja
Charge: Murder (of his guest), assault (Black Jack, Mello, Piccolo)
To Speak: Black Jack, Mello, Piccolo, Matt, anyone else who wishes to speak
Jury: James Potter, Aidou Hanabusa, Aoko Nakamori, Eugene Watson, Meirin
Location: Basement courtroom (former arena)


10/26
Queen Elizabeth Tudor
Charge: Murder (of two guests)
To Speak: Ichabod Crane, Mello, anyone else who wishes to speak
Jury: Ophelia, Tom Riddle, Touya Kinomoto, Allen Walker, Piccolo, Misa Amane
Location: Basement courtroom (former arena)

10/28
Piccolo
Charge: Assault (Kuja, Touya Kinomoto, Ienzo)
To Speak: Kuja, Touya Kinomoto, Ienzo, anyone else who wishes to speak
Jury: Yukito Tsukishiro, Zidane, Sheldon Sands, Ichabod Crane, Kaoru Hitachiin, Wallace Wells
Location: Basement courtroom (former arena)


((OOC: I switched Sebby for Allen Walker on one of his cases so he's only serving on one jury. Also, if I misspelled anything, it's just because I'm tired. The Third Person did not misspell anyone's names or anything else.))
[identity profile] spoiledking.livejournal.com
[Henry is not the most pleased person right now. Despite the haughty smile on his face, his ghost, Richard III, is chastising him again. The hallway is strewn with broken vases. Henry is not admitting that he's thrown several at his new follower. Instead, he's heading back to his room.]

Yes, well you're dead so I do not care that you think I've done anything wrong, last time I checked I'm still the king of England. And you are dead.

[He frowns and turns his back on Richard III.]
[identity profile] passes-out.livejournal.com
[Ichabod found a candle that he could use in case they needed the extra light in their search through the apartment building that he and Elizabeth were staying in. He also found two thin pieces of metal and decided that lockpicking wasn't a crime if the residents were not there to protest. He learned this skill as an investigator when landlords refused to allow entrance when crimes were committed which often landed them as accessories to murder should the evidence presented and found point to the landlords along with obstruction of justice as proof.

He wasn't above doing what's necessary to solve any crime but this wasn't a crime. It was a mystery in discovering what happened to the town and to the people. With no bodies to serve as controls, he had to find the answers the hard way.]

Elizabeth, I'll need you to hold the candle for a moment.
[identity profile] worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com
[Mello is in the med lab. He looks set into the camera, fierce but no real anger on his face]

Elizabeth, I'd like a word with you regarding your...visitor. I'll be waiting in the basement med lab. If I don't see you in fifteen minutes I will come find you.


((OOC: Mello's gotten wind of what happened, he heard the gun shots. Now he's after Ichabod and Elizabeth (who killed their Sues) for questioning and most likely arrest them. He's also not privating this so that Ichabod can find it, see it, get upset, and come after Mello.))
[identity profile] spoiledking.livejournal.com
[Henry taps his fingers on the arm of the chair he's sitting in. His face is blank, though he clenches his teeth every now and then. He's just found out about the tails and ears. He is not happy.]

Elizabeth. I'd like a word. Now.
[identity profile] passes-out.livejournal.com
[Private to Elizabeth]

Um....do you have a moment?

[End Private]

What is all of this?

[He pulls on his ears. They are black with white tips and white fur sticking out.]
[identity profile] want-a-chupa.livejournal.com
[Kio grins apologetically]

I guess everyone's wondering why some people have cat ears. It totally slipped Kio-chan's mind that some people might not know why.

[Like most people]

Okay, so, if you have ears and a tail it's because you're a virgin!

[Smile as if there's nothing odd about all this]
[identity profile] passes-out.livejournal.com
[Ichabod is standing in the foyer of the manor as he waited for Elizabeth. Waiting outside her door would have seemed rude and waiting inside his room would make him appear disinterested. He held in his hand a corsage that he made earlier that day wrapped in rich green and gold ribbons, since he knew she favored the color.

His tuxedo was pressed and his shoes were polished to a high shine. Every detail, every button, every movement had to be precise. She was a queen after all and what good would she be if her man was less impressive.

He checked his pocket watch, the only modern thing that he ever owned and clicked the cover closed. He didn't announce to her that he was waiting. He simply said that he was going. He lifts the Blackberry out of his pocket.]

Elizabeth....would you like to accompany me to the Promenade? I believe this event would be a more stunning and less egregious oversight on the part of the Author, yes?

[Even though he can dance and very well, it wasn't something that he would advertise willingly.]
[identity profile] worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com
[Mello's not taking chances with having this seen. He sends out this same message to each and every blackberry. Everyone will get a "private" message from Mello but they'll all say the same thing.]

Anyone who's been in detention contact me privately.
[identity profile] spoiledking.livejournal.com
[Angry Henry is angry and destroyed his room.]

Years of tutors and the best of England and I am subject to this nonsense once again. I refuse it. I refuse it utterly and completely. I will not...

[Stops and slams his fist down.] I am the king of England and will not jump through hoops. I am a man, a king.

[More pacing for a few minutes when Henry picks up the device. After a few more minutes and grumblings, the feed cuts.]
[identity profile] passes-out.livejournal.com
[Of all things he was wearing, he wasn't expecting to be dressed in a modern uniform for school and his room turned into a dormitory. Maybe the message that Elizabeth texted him was right. Maybe he was right in his own way.

Once in his uniform, he noticed the schedule pinned to his door. Daily routines and discipline was a major part of his life so this wasn't so bad....or was it?]

Curious.

[Looking it over, he raises his brow.]

Did anyone else get a note similar?

[Private to Elizabeth]

I do believe that we are in a bit of a precarious situation that requires my attention to investigate.Don't laugh, please. )
[identity profile] passes-out.livejournal.com
[Since Ichabod was sleeping in the entry hall, he woke up to water on his feet, licking waves on bare skin. Gunpowder was gone and the sun was on his face. His eyes flutter open and was nearly blinded. The sound of waves and the smell of sea water played on his senses. Then it dawned on him.

He woke up with a start and looks around to see that his chest is bare and the scars he hid are now visible. He's wearing noting more than a pair of tacky swimming trunks and moves quickly out of sand to get to a less public view.]

AHHH! Where are my clothes!?!

[He comes across several tents, all looking the same and runs into the first one he sees.]

((Feel free to assume that he's in your character's tent.))
[identity profile] kingroadie.livejournal.com
God damn it.

[This is how the feed starts, with a slam and more cursing. The blackberry's view obscured by the leather fabric of Eddie's vest pocket.

It still giving an decent enough view of just where Eddie is though. From the looks of it, he's in the hallway, back against the wall as he growls.
]

Damn it Heather. [The view shifts just slightly as Eddie lifts an arm up, seemingly rubbing his forehead or the like from the way it lingers up there. Anvil can be heard moving on his shoulder.]

You were- supposed to be safe.

No one can see these things attacking people dear. So expecting her to-

Still! I was hoping she'd be okay, she's got a good head on her shoulders. This wasn't supposed to happen. [The roadie seems torn between being angry and sad. Silence lingering as Anvil sighs, not even sure what to say herself.


Eddie's hand drops for a moment before he digs through another pocket, shaking the videos view as he extracts the
knife that started it all. Staring at it for a second before giving another angry growl, this one much lower though, more animalistic in comparison to the last one.

Said knife meeting the wall with a decent amount of force on Eddie's behalf.

The knife survives being tossed, just hitting the floor with a clatter.
]

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