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[Mary was more than ready for a normal (or semi normal) day. Seeing that there was no need to worry for anyone here and the boys were enjoying themselves...she decided to actually go and enjoy herself for a change. Especially after the last plot, she was pleased to see that there was actual food here. After a day of shopping, dancing, and general sight seeing, she was ready to relax at a local pub for a bit. Setting up at a table out of the way, Mary was enjoying some chicken, bread pudding...and you guessed it. Beer. It may not have been a relaxing tea or white wine, but she could hold her own as far as alcohol went.

Raising her hand to get the bartenders attention, she motioned to her empty mug, her voice carrying over the noise in the pub.]

Another.

[Waiting on her beer, she was already planning what else she'd be doing...perhaps she'd just turn in and relax in her room after this. Well, that was the plan if nothing more interesting came along.

She still hadn't noticed the feed was on and even if she did...she probably wouldn't care. She was having fun for the first time in what felt like ages and she wouldn't let anyone ruin it for her.]

soiled-my-cuffs.livejournal.com

[Balthier appears to be taking it easy in his room. He's absently scratching behind the ear of a large cat, which seems happy enough to let him do so.]

The new additions here seem rather affectionate, as well as eager in battle. To the people who are new here; I'd advise that you don't get too attached - if previous 'plots' are anything to go by, their visit will be brief.

[He stops scratching behind her ear for a minute, and the cat nudges his hand with her head. he lets out a small chuckle.] Willful little beast, aren't you? [he's amused. Then he appears to remember the feed is on. So he reaches over with his other had, and turns it off.]

andsuddenlydynamite

[After a REALLY shitty past couple of weeks, and his usual method of venting (beating people up) didn't really fly well during prison week, Hayato had taken a surrogate: his bedroom.]

[The feed came on with a crash as the blackberry is dropped to the floor. There's the sound of something crashing against the walls. For a brief moment Hayato ckmes on screen, bedside table in his hands mid-throw, and not even a moment after he disappears from off screen there's the sound of breaking wood as he throws it at the wall.

After a few more minutes of pounding and crashing noises, part of the teen can be seen again, only this time he is holding his work table, and with surprisingly good form he pegs that sucker right out his window. Unfortunately for him, it sets off that wonderful little bomb trap he had set on his window. Both Hayato and the blackberry are blown back against the wall, but the damage is minimal. He has replaced the charge to something weaker to prevent his room from getting blown into oblivion AGAIN.

Hayato simply sits there for a moment, breathing heavily and just looking at the damage. Oddly enough it felt good... and nothing was on fire. Window looked to have seen better days though. The teen lets out a content sigh and just flops onto his side, all is well and good until he spots the blackberry... and that it's on. He pushes himself up again and growls, grabbing the device and giving it a half-assed throw across the room.

NOW all was well and good....

other than... you know... his room being a wreck.]

searchformysin.livejournal.com

[All the blackberry can pick up on is a intense black smoke and the sound of coughing within.]

I think I might have done something wrong.

[Oz is trying to find his blackberry and the way out, but it's so thick he cannot see the front of his face. A couple more coughs can be heard.]

Can someone help me? I was trying to cook and it kind of set alight, it's spread to the trees now.

[Coughs some more before finally feeling the BlackBerry, picking it up and trying to now find his way out.]

beautiful-brute.livejournal.com

[Zarbon looks very perplexed by the presence of several knee-high black spiders in his lodging. For right now, they all seem to be chilling out and just sitting on the walls/top of furniture, but it's clear the teal alien does not like them one bit.]

...I was unaware that these creatures could appear in such a manner.

[One spider moves slightly, making a "clacking" sound with its joints as it does. Zarbon frowns.]

Where did they come from? They are really quite disgusting.

burning-prince.livejournal.com

[The Blackberry is apparently recording from the floor, angled up to get a good feed of the edge of the bed. Someone dressed in white climbs off said bed, and a hoarse voice grumbles.]

Hello? Uncle? [More quietly.] What kind of place is this…?

[The person nearly steps on the Blackberry, and leans down, peering at it, giving it a good view of his face, scar, and golden eyes. Then he straightens, apparently dismissing the device from mind.]

Uncle, where are you? You better not be wasting time playing Pai Sho again or something…

[The teenager moves out of the camera’s frame; there’s the sound of footsteps, and then a door opens and closes. The camera continues to run for a minute or two, before flickering out.]

-----

Zuko warily stepped into the hall outside the room, glancing in both directions as he pulled the door shut behind him. The flickering lights overhead were a nuisance, and the dust teased his nose obnoxiously. What sort of filthy hovel was this? Had he fallen unconscious or something, and forced Uncle Iroh to drag him to shore? The thought was somewhat humiliating, but it seemed the most plausible explanation for waking up in this strange place.

It didn't explain why Uncle was nowhere in sight, however.

To his right the hall ended in a dead end, but to the left he could see a set of stairs; he turned and made his way towards them, listening for any sign of another's presence. "Uncle?" he called out, but not too loudly, not willing to draw too much attention to himself in this strange place, in case Uncle wasn't the nearest person at hand.

Current Mood: Wary
Current Music: Blue Spirit - A:TLA OST

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] )

holy-pickle.livejournal.com

[ the sound of buttons being mashed repeatedly can be heard before a scared and shaky little voice on the verge of tears sounds over the device ]

A-avishta? Avishta?!

[The video comes on after another bout of button mashing, and a scared little green face comes on. His robes are torn and tattered and he looks a little dirty, as though he's been sleeping on the ground.

Not thinking the device was on, he tentatively begins to explore the room, slightly modeled after hi room back on Namek]

moar-food-plz.livejournal.com

[ When Goku woke up and found out he had his own body back, he was way too excited for words. Mostly cause he was too hungry to even formulate a coherent sentence. But the man managed to jump up out of bed and and race off towards the kitchen. Unfortunately he forgot to grab his comm because well... food was the only thing that mattered right now. So you may have seen him running through the hall or jumping down the stairway as he made a line to the kitchen. ]

en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com

[After finding one too many mangled and disembowled corpses, Nina had retreated rather hastily to her hotel room and had locked herself in. She, like a lot of other people at the Manor, had known that this would happen...and, she guessed, like others there, she still hadn't been prepared for it. Like a child scared of what would happen if she dared move too much, she'd pretty much stayed huddled in the farthest corner of the room, her knee's hugged to her chest, as if the smaller she made herself the less likely it would be she was found.

The talking rabbit had mentioned getting to the docks, but that was yesterday...everyone would have gone by now..Nina wasn't sure what scared her more - the prospect of being alone in the situation or the fact that she probably would have been too out of it to ask for help anyway..

Burying her head in her arms, she tried to breathe and calm herself down, every sudden noise foiling any previous attempts to do so]

Current Mood: scared

en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com

[The feed shows the interior of what is quite obviously the room of a little girl. Pink walls and baby pink bed sheets, lace curtains hang at the windows. However, when a figure in the bed stirs and eventually sits up, it isn’t a little girl, but rather a young woman of around 25. Rubbing a hand across her face wearily, wincing when she touches a blackened, swollen lump on the side of her forehead. Looking over at the clock on her bedside table, her eyes widen as she flings herself out of bed]

Mom-?! Why didn’t you wake me up!

Mom!!

[Hurriedly, she pulls on a pair of jeans and her boots, pulling her hair back into a messy bun as she grabs her ballet bag]

I’m half an hour late, Mom!! It’s my opening night, why didn’t you-

[She grabs the blackberry (absently thinking it’s her phone) and goes to the door, only the audio feed picking up her rushed footsteps. However, when she opens the door and isn’t met with the apartment she’s grown up in, Nina stops dead. When she speaks again, her tone is far softer, more like a scared child than an angry teenager]

Mom...? Are you here...?

abluechild.livejournal.com

Thank Goodness that's all over. [you all know what she's talking about]

Hakuba-kun, Kaito. I know guys weren't eating healthy last week- So get down to the dinning room. Now.

To anyone else that didn't eat a whole lot last week- there should be plenty if you want some- it's just chicken and dumplings-I think is what it's called- I read the recipe in a recipe book and thought I should try it-[since it's not fish based :D] I think it turned out okay.

((ooc: Aoko has prepared chicken and dumplings. and she is quite the little chef- so be prepared to fall in love with her cooking :Db))

Current Mood: busy

always1truth.livejournal.com

Everyone!

I'm really sorry but I broke the knob off the heater so it's stuck- which, I could reattach but it rolled away and I can't find it- so you guys might want to wear something for warmer temperatures!

((Conan has taken the knob on the thermostat and will be handing it over to Kuroba Kaito. Sorry B, your way of moving about the manor has just been limited.))

pintsizedempath.livejournal.com

If you're not busy, can we meet somewhere? I have questions and apparently you're the one to ask

Current Mood: curious

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

finalarbiter.livejournal.com

[Anyone who wanders in the kitchen will find Light sitting at the table using his newly honed water bending abilities to manipulate hot water from the kettle into a mug in which he has added a few fragrant loose leaf green tea leaves. As the molecules move in synchronized unison, and carefully fill up the cup, the corners of his lips twitch upwards in smug satisfaction for a short moment.

The smile disappears as a rumbling crash seemingly shakes the entire Manor. Silverware rattles and plates threaten to fall off the table. The tea cupped in his hands however, remains safe, not even a single droplet spills onto the floor; Light's power holds it steady. He takes a careful sip of the hot liquid, as he muses. The rest of the world seemed as though it would end at any moment. Light never believed in nonsense like the end of days, or Armageddon, but what was happening outside wasn't so far off from that. He switches on his Blackberry and sends out a text message.]

Does anyone have any idea of what is going on?

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.]

controlstheice.livejournal.com

[Aidou had turned on his Blackberry to ask a question, when he did it was clearl the possible reason as to why, or even what he was about to say. There were burns on his face, neck and whereever there wasn't clothing covering him. His voice doesn't sound amused, in fact the irritation seems obvious.]

Is anyone else having really odd problems today involving fire?

[The feed doesn't end as Aidou puts the blackberry down to go and look at his face in the mirror, sighing slightly.]

How does Akatsuki manage this.

[He leaned over as he picks up a glass that was on the desk and he had taken a sip for a moment before reaching over to pick up the blackberry again switching it off]

holy-pickle.livejournal.com

[Dende had grown a bit worried about his friend Tom, as they had decided to make plans to see some movies together. Dende feared that perhaps Tom was worried that Dende already had plans, which ~~since he's a total nerd~~ he doesn't.

He walked through the halls to Tom's room and knocks on the door, causing the door to open a crack]

Tom? Um, are you in?

[The fact that the door wasn't closed leaves him a bit nervous, did someone steal something from his room or something? He pushes open the door and steps in]

I'm coming in...

[When he steps in and sees Tom lying on the bed he panics and rushes to his friends side. His eye's widen when he sees the injuries, broken neck and a hole in the stomach from some sort of laser or ki blast, he automatically knew that signature, but he refused to believe it. Shaking the thought of his mentor and friend out of his head he instinctively holds out his hands over Tom to try and heal him in vain. His powers didn't work on the dead.

He stumbled out of the room and into the halls, his hand over his mouth and his eyes welling up. He honestly felt as though he were going to be ill. He's seen worse injuries before, and he's also seen unfair murder before, but that never made it any easier...]

pintsizedempath.livejournal.com

[Raven's currently in the kitchen, attempting to make tea; however, she keeps forgetting the stupid talent the Author gave her. Whenever she touches something with both hands, it instantly turns to stone. She learnt this at the start of the week with several books, a door, and much to her disdain, her bed.

Sat next to her on the counter are 2 stone tea cups, and the electric kettle. Leaning against the opposite counter, her arms fold across her chest as she watches the heavy, older kettle boil painfully slowly. It was already thursday, but she wasn't sure how much longer she could keep this up]

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Entries tagged with comment: iroh

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1st Kata || Zuko || Unintentional Video followed by In Person

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