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[Teru just stood in the lobbdy for good 6 minutes, just standing. Maybe it put him off-track on his schedule but today he didn't care. It was Monday morning and he felt like the ground had just been removed from under his feed.
This island. Jurassic Park.

Again.

He took a deep breath. And another one. Memories flooded through his head of how it had been last time, running, panic, giant teeth... not knowing if everybody else was self. It had been horrifying.
Mikami hoped that the Author had not put a new twist to it this time, so that he'd at least know a bit of how to deal with this, but he wouldn't count on it.
With an expression that wasn't so much serious but more dark, determined and almost frighteningly tense he turned the Blackberry on. For once he didn't feel like text or even audio. This was urgent]

Good morning.
It seems we've found ourselves located in Jurassic Park on Isla Nublar again. The newer arrivals might not know about it, but this park is not to be trusted. Please do not panic, nothing is wrong yet. Knowing the Author though, sooner or later it will be. We have dealt with it before, but I'd advise you to be prepared for danger at any time.

Those who have lived through this already... could I have a word with you?

Thank you for your attention.

[He ends the video transmission and stares out at the plants of the island. Again... Out of all the horrible things they'd been put through, this had been one of the worst to Mikami. The prosecutor felt like screaming, but now a sound left his mouth. He just remained lookinh misplacedly tense in this luxurious hotel.]

stalking_horse

[Saguru has flipped on the Blackberry in the courtyard of the Hofbräuhaus, over dinner and ... well, that's a half empty liter mug. Yes, after Halloween, and after a few days spent ... it started out as him fussing over Mukuro and had at least one good evening of him trying to continue such after having definitely had too much to drink, and in between flitting around the city enjoying the fest, he's been basically taking advantage of the fest to mash the reset button on his tendency to think too much about things repeatedly, although he's actually fairly coherent at the moment, as much as he seems ... disgruntled.]

I have a question for everyone.

Why the Hell aren't we in London right now? Not that I mind Oktoberfest, Germany's lovely and all, but there's an actual holiday back home. Fireworks and everything.

Although I suppose this supports my theory of where the Author's from ... blasted brain-dead insult to Americans.

[There's a lazy, dull glare shot at the traditional Bavarian band off-camera somewhere, before he rolls his eyes and raises his mug, voice thick with sarcasm.] Remember, remember, the Fifth of November.

((Some time later, there's a second, voice-only broadcast...))

Would anyone be up for trying to rig some fireworks?

[And, a text, private to Gokudera.]

I know it's entirely the wrong country's holiday for you, but what would it be worth to get a hand setting up last-minute fireworks tonight?

myfakerep.livejournal.com

[Those of you around the first and second floors might happen upon a good-looking young man in his twenties walking by. He smiles charmingly whenever he passes someone but to those who are obsevant, you can notice a hint of anxiety to his strut and manners.]

breaking-spirit.livejournal.com

Where is this thing heading to?

[So, he woke up inside a room of this thing - doesn't even know what it is - and now that he's finally on deck he sees nothing but water... Snakeguy needs explanation, please?]

agentmisora.livejournal.com

Cannot believe this.

[The woman's voice is harsh. Who ever this is, she clearly sounds annoyed not to mention exasperated. It has been a long day.]

What?

[There's a scraping noise as the recording device gets lifted from the bed. Naomi has finally discovered the blackberry and is now examining it. So, this really had been a kidnapping attempt after all, and she's not alone. As Misora scrolls through the contact list, she suddenly realizes that she's being recorded.

There's a loud THUD as she drops the device on the ground as though it had been coated with a layer of acid.

Naomi scowls at it, feeling absurd as if someone had just pulled a juvenile prank on her. None of this made any sense. Why would someone abduct her and leave her alone in a room, unrestrained and still armed? Why would they even take the time to decorate that room in the likeness of the one she had back home? A stalker or voyeur of some sort? She had to choke back some vomit at the thought. More importantly, why this device? It had come preloaded with numbers, possibly other victims'. Perhaps it belonged to the kidnappers themselves. Regardless, clearly who ever sent her here had intended for her to use it to contact those others (it's unlikely that kidnappers so detail-oriented about making this room look exactly like her own would be careless enough to mistakenly leave a phone in plain sight), but that made all the less sense.

How irritating it is to play into someone else's hands, but what else is there to do? Naomi picks the device back up and clears her throat.]

Hello. Is anyone getting this?

[She deliberates for a moment but finally decides to say no more. She already feels silly enough as it is.]

finalarbiter.livejournal.com

( This part isn't here. )

[ The feed suddenly clicks on as a random L cosplayer practically glomptackles Light...and then proceeds to lick his cheek.]

....What the hell-?

[Ohhhh, but it doesn't end there. Not-L grabs his arm while he's caught unaware, and swiftly handcuffs Light to her own arm, and drags him off to the Death Note Panel....

Anyone paying attention to the next few hours of Light's audio feed will first hear him trying to reason with the cosplayer, but get stunned into total silence. Random snippets of Light-isms can be heard- "I'LL TAKE A POTATO CHIP, AND EAT IT"... all the way down to "MATSUDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"- until finally...]

Wasn't that AWESOME! Too bad Light's a dickface that kills L. He totally deserved what he got! Thanks for keeping me company~

[The L cosplayer gives Light a kiss on the cheek and then saunters off after releasing him. The feed now just shows Light looking ABSOLUTELY TRAUMATIZED.]

((Basically, anything that's not part of the LJ cut is open for responses/being seen. The LJ cut is really one long ass tl;dr that leads Light to realize the Note is working again. Oh yeah, this goes without saying. no one remembers any of what actually happened after Manorcon is over.))

beyondsighted.livejournal.com

[The feed clicks on, obnoxiously close to B's face as though he's posing for a Myspace picture.]

Oh. It is on. Back off slowly now- [A chorus of giggling ensues as the video slowly pans out to show B sitting on the floor in the dealer's room completely surrounded by fluffy plushies, wearing these slippers as well as a small pile of books. On the top of that pile? THIS. That's right, the King of Death Note spoilers, How to Read 13. And now that B has read it, religiously, cover to cover, he has a few announcements to make. With the help of a few fangirls. Yes, B has made "friends" with them.]

Manorites, your undivided attention, please.

[The thumb goes to lip, and his other hand dangles How to Read 13 by the corner. More giggling as the fangirls behind the camera squeal at the familiar mannerisms.]

Today is our prosecutor-san's birthday! If you should see him, wish him a Happy Birthday, lest he suffer a psychotic break down. His name is Mikami Teru, and he's very shy~~ Especially you two, Mels. Nathaniel.

In fact-! [The video shakes slightly. B rummages around his bag of goodies to produce this ]

We bought you a present Mi~ka~rin~ [He waves the Light plushie around conducting the fangirls behind the camera as they all burst into the Birthday song. ]

Also~ [ He sets the plushie down, and picks up a doujinshi. ~~YES. B HAS DISCOVERED YAOI DOUJINSHI.~~ And sorry Grimmjow, Ulquiorra, but it's one of you two. He flips to a random page. ]

Mother and Father are quite kinky, it seems~ Mraow! Hee.

Oh! [~~What you didn't think B was done, did you?~~ He picks up a large poster. It's commissioned fan art of him drawn as Batman, and L as a random Lackey. ] I think they caught my best side, these artists did. What do you think, Manorites? Lawli?

P.S [In a very, very exaggerated whisper.] Dumbledore is gay.

[ The feed cuts off.]

whitestlie.livejournal.com

(ooc: Blue is Near, Red is Mello.)

[The video clicks on with static.]

Can I take your picture?

[If you guys haven't heard enough fangirl screams for a day, have some MOAR! Little by little, the static clears up, but the video is shaky, panning from feet to ceiling to the ground to a ~~fluffball~~ pajama-clad boy to more feet as his blackberry gets kicked around among the shuffle.]

No.

[The feed shakes again and slides as it is inadvertently kicked by a black boot and legs clad tightly in leather stride past, breaking through the crowd of skirts or imitation white pajamas.] fuckers, MOVE. [There is a slight scuffle as a few girls get pushed to make way for a boy ~~you can only tell its a boy by the voice, the physique might leave you guessing~~]

Mello. [The central huddle disperses as the the lower quarter of Mello's body comes into view, freeing a Near who's sitting on the ground, back turned towards the camera (nice try, folks). And for the first time ever on the feeds, Near actually stands up.] Thank you. [He doesn't sound very thankful, but you'll just have to take his word for it.]

No problem [Mello snickers, and here is where you should have been suspicious, Near, as in one swift move he finishes off his chocolate bar, tosses it off to the side, and proceeds to gather Near up, awkwardly bending to sling him across his shoulders.]

Alright! Bidding for the kid starts at 100! [He shouts above a crowd of cheers and a lightning storm of camera flashes. The feed is now unnoticed at Mello’s foot, looking up at the two successors as Mello smirks with a Near-boa.]

You ... cannot be serious. [Oh, he sounds unamused. Soooo unamused. But Near does not struggle. It will only encourage Mello even more and he refuses to give him that pleasure.]

Serious as the grave. [Mello tilts his head, one eye going scarily wider than the other as the numbers being screamed into the air climb higher and higher.] 300?! Do I hear 350?! Come on, girls, you can do better than that!

Or how about some chocolate? This nice floor decoration or garden gnome for 400 and some decent chocolate?

[The crowd dissolves into screams once more and Mello looks like he’s having the time of his life]

I'm telling L.

[Mello visibly twitches, biting into the corner of his lip and making an unnatural and unhappy face. Ruining all his fun, Near.] fucking tattletale [He grumbles before shifting Near to the other shoulder not so gently]

Sorry ladies and gentlemen, bidding on the albino has been called off. Seems he’s been recalled on account of a poor sense of humor. [Not that Mello had been joking, or maybe he had, you’ll never know.]

(ooc: Posting order: You -> Mello -> Near -> You -> etc)

diditmyway.livejournal.com

[ All of ye fortunate manorites can enjoy a screenful of black leather and blonde bob as Mello, half his face covered in a black handkerchief (so much easier to wear than a gas mask- and more agreeable to eating chocolate), sits triumphantly in a large armchair in front of room Ninety-Nine.

( something like this )

Why is he there? None of your fucking business, thats why. And how did he get that chair there in the first place? Well a whole lot of shoving, tugging, pulling, pushing, swearing, tripping, and bruising might have been involved - but once again, none of your business.

And sitting there, legs crossed confidently and head lulled to one side awkwardly as if his neck had been snapped and eyes wide as if he were somehow related to something with feathers, he fiddles with a yet unopened bar of chocolate. He's going to be there for a while, so there are also a few bars sitting next to his hip. There might also be the butt of a handgun peeking out from his belt, but really, whose looking?

And finally he looks directly into the screen, flips the bird, and turns off the feed.]

((ooc: this is in response to this post ))

beyondsighted.livejournal.com

[See, B has gotten quite bored and when B gets bored, ideas pop into his head. Harmless pranks, really, just to keep L on his toes~ ]

It has come to my attention that we are all in desperate need of cheer. Therefore I shall be hosting a party by the newly created beach. There shall be much merriment. All inquiries may be directed to Room Ninety Nine. I shall look forward to seeing you there.

finalarbiter.livejournal.com

[When Light wakes up this morning, he feels, for once, well rested. Stretching as he rolls out of bed, he grabs his phone to check the time. However, it's not the time that alarms him, it's the date. The thirtieth of May? He rubs his eyes furiously, suddenly very awake. Had he really spent a month sleeping? He had heard of people falling asleep for a week at the Manor, but surely not an entire month. He certainly didn't feel any differently- his hair for one, didn't seem to have grown any longer, nor had his fingernails for that matter. Bolting up right, he quickly gets himself dressed. A few minutes later, the feed clicks on to show Light Yagami looking somewhat bemused.]

I don't suppose someone might be willing to fill me in on what happened? I...[He clears his throat.] seem to have been knocked unconscious for an extended period of time. Thank you.

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.

diditmyway.livejournal.com

[The screen is filled with the odd visage of a gas mask, and is partially covered by a black gloved thumb]

Tch. [t’s hard to discern whether the sound is a word or just a breath made raspy through the filters of the mask but as Mello draws the device closer he can be heard mumbling] The fuck is this? And the hell did those police go?

[He looks around]

The fuck is this place? Kira can’t make you hallucinate, can he?

[A sound like a static-y laugh follows. He can rule out that option given no prior evidence of such hallucinations in kira’s victims..however...the elimination of one possibility does not exactly make the situation any more agreeable. ]

If this is purgatory this is rather disappointing. Thought it might be more dramatic

[little snippets of mumblings and musings as he moves to stand, free hand moving to feel over his person]

Damn…. I don’t even have chocolate.

[Well. He can most likely mark off the idea of this being some afterlife experience due to the fact that he still has his gas mask and the strange electronic device (strange in the matter of its ownership rather than its function) seems highly anomalous if one is to assume they are deceased and therefore in no need of a blackberry.

Therefore he can be nearly sure of one thing: He is most likely not dead.]

...not fucking funny [He mumbles]

[ Eventually he wanders out of view of the blackberry and can be heard beginning to poke and prod at his new surroundings, a muttered curse or sound of intrigue here and there until the feed cuts out]

in-texas.livejournal.com

[IN PERSON:

Jake is walking through the halls of the manor and towards his room. He had hoped the start of a new week would mean the re-emergence of food and liquor, but subsequent trips to the kitchen have proved otherwise. He's on his way back from another unsuccessful check of the goods when he's certain he hears footsteps behind him. He stops, looks over his shoulder, and waits a moment to see who it might be.

...no one appears and the footsteps stop. Huh.

He starts walking again with a shrug, but the footsteps start almost immediately. Once more he whips around to find nothing. This...this isn't right. There's someone there. He feels it, but...

One hand is already in his pocket, going for his knife, although he keeps it there for now. The other hand produces his blackberry and Jake very carefully turns on the voice feature.]

[VOICE:]

Know this seems a bit abrupt, but anyone else notice anything strange 'round the ranch today? Seems like we still ain't got anythin' to eat but I keep gettin' the most ornery suspicion I-

[IN PERSON:

And that's where the speaking itself stops, as Jake suddenly finds himself run through with a long blade from behind. His hand on his own knife tightens reflexively, but he doesn't have the time to react, having been taken totally by surprise and caught off guard. All he can do is weakly gurgle and cough as he slides off the killer's weapon and falls into a heap on the ground, his life draining out of him in a matter of seconds. His blackberry drops with him, bouncing a few times on the floor, before the video feature is knocked on.]

[VIDEO:

There isn't really a good shot of much of anything, other than the edge of a wall and the hallway floors. However, anyone who watches the feed long enough will notice a red puddle appear on one corner of the transmission and grow across the feed...]

burning-prince.livejournal.com

[After his fruitless attempts to get past the fourth wall, Zuko's resigned himself to exploring the manor. Of course, the moment he decides to do this, the power goes out. Which is why he's wandering around the first floor of the manor, holding up a flame in the palm of his hand to light the way. He walks into the parlor and pauses to look around.]

This place really is a dump... [Slowly starts poking around the parlor.]

Current Mood: discontent

finalarbiter.livejournal.com

[The feed clicks on to reveal an appropriately concerned looking Light Yagami appearing to navigate the darkened hallway aided by the white glow of his Blackberry screen, which has been refashioned as a makeshift flashlight; at least until a suitable alternative has been found.

Of course, for the most part the concern is a façade. Light all too aware what the implications are when a name disappears from the Blackberry contact list; Misa Amane has somehow managed to return home not once, but twice now leaving behind a bitter after taste in Light's mouth. Just how the hell is Misa of all people accomplishing this? She is obviously Light's intellectual inferior by a significant margin, so she wasn't returning home as a result of her guile. The answer Light is coming up with is the possibility of there being some kind of ridiculous "female bond" the Author has for her XX chromosomed characters. Tch.

He makes a note to look into this theory at a later time when he isn't fumbling around and groping his way through the dark like an idiot. He already knows the answer to the question he is about to ask, but it would appear quite odd, if he had nothing to say about Misa's departure, considering how public she had made their relationship. A deep breath.]

I apologize if I'm disturbing your evening, but has anyone seen Misa? I mean, I wouldn't be surprised, if she were sent home- her name plate is gone after all, but given the state of the Manor, I felt it would be best to check. Thank you for your time.

finalarbiter.livejournal.com

[Returning to the Manor- correction: filthy, decrepit Manor- means one thing: The return of cabin fever. But it's slightly different this time. It is to Light's extreme delight that Mello's name has been taken off the Blackberry contact list (and is therefore dead again!), and that the Author has seen fit to comply with the removal of one owl-eyed detective (sadly, not dead) from his room. Perhaps it's nothing more than a whim on her part, but nonetheless it succeeds in making Light unusually cheerful. Once the dust is gone, and his belongings are more or less back in order, Light has a few things to take care of.]

[Locked to Near]
( The beginnings of a snark fest go here )

[Locked to Hakuba and Conan]
( Plans. Light has them. )

[Locked to L]
( Secrets, supposedly. )

11-sies.livejournal.com

[There is a loud noise. What is that? It sounds so... strange-where'd that police box come from?]

[Don't be alarmed- The Doctor is merely trying out a few things so the TARDIS is appearing and disappearing as it lands. It's been to the living room, the parlor, the game room, the maze, the dinning room-any room you can think or-perhaps your own, if you'd like.]

[Feel free to knock on the door if you're curious]

((ooc: unless you tag in that the doctor got the TARDIS in your room and are cool with it I will assume that for some reason-unknown to him- he can't get the TARDIS into certain locations-certain rooms that other people would just he rather not be able to get too-

So, again, only if you're okay with it and tag that the TARDIS materialized in your room will it have happened.))

Current Mood: accomplished

beautiful-brute.livejournal.com

[Zarbon doesn't appear to have been damaged much by the crash, though he is looking a bit dirty. His cape is also singed and torn, and his hair a bit disheveled, though still mostly in a braid. He doesn't seem aware that his Blackberry is transmitting.]

Hmph.

[He kneels by a stream and attempts to wash the soot from what's left of his cape, giving up moments later in frustration. He sneers and folds his arms, looking about the immediate area.]

...am I expected to sleep on something like this?

[He scuffs his foot, kicking up a bit of dirt.]

How disgusting.

[He continues to sulk about the situation unaware he's being taped.]

always1truth.livejournal.com

[Hanging out by the observation deck had seemed like a good idea to the detective- he'd get to look out at space and also see what kind of people came by to see it too- people watching is one of his favorite things to do, after all.]

[So there's a small seemingly seven year old boy looking out the big window. Feel free to pester him]

Current Mood: curious

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Entries tagged with comment: l lawliet

Teru Mikami ~28~ Prehistoric [Video/In Person]

[Video] ~And I say Bombs Away~

[In Person] AKA need to escape! (also backdated to Saturday)

1st Breakage - [Text/In Person]

001 - Naomi Misora - [Accidental Audio]

Page Fourteen || "......." [In Person/Accidental Video]

005 Better than Disneyland~

005 - Near & Mello - [Accidental Video / In Person] - Fluffball for sale!

Taunt 003 - M - [Video] Make My Day

004 | [Mass Text] Fun in the Sun~

Page Thirteen || Month of my life [Video]

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Taunt 001 - M - [Accidental Video]

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2nd Kata || Zuko || In Person, because Zuko still hasn't learned how to use that Blackberry thing

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