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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.]

chocolategun.livejournal.com

[hey, Manorites. Guess who is bored? He's been fussing over L and "bonding" with Near and harassing Light for the past couple of weeks while shit got real. But now, aside from the haunted house look of things, things are back to normal. The desolate look of the manor, though?

Boring.

So suddenly, everyone might notice their Blackberries turning on, with this on the screen.

Nonstop. You can put it in the background, but the music is still there. Playing. It doesn't seem to want you let it close it. It will close automatically after twenty-four hours! You could turn the volume off, but then how will you communicate on video/voice functions? Hmm...

It's so catchy, though, isn't it? It just makes you wanna... nyan.]

andsuddenlydynamite

[despite gradually getting sicker with each passing day, Hayato had pretty much decided to ignore it. He was currently on the way down to the kitchen to make something to eat. He makes it to the top of the stairs before he goes into a coughing fit. It hadn't been anything all that new for the week, though this time it seemed considerably more painful. He looked down at his hand and his eyes went wide at the sight of blood upon it.

The shock takes so much of his concentration to process, that he doesn't seem to notice the sudden vertigo that overcame him. He stumbles forward, in an effort to try and rectify his balance but to no avail. As he goes crashing down the stairs the feed comes on, recording part of the fall before settling at the bottom of the stairs next to Hayato.

The teen grunts and makes an effort to get up, only to fall over. There's no more movement from him after that and eventually the feed runs out and cuts off]

whitestlie.livejournal.com

[Near turns from side to side, observing the change of scenery after blacking out at the Yellow Box at possibly the most inconvenient time. He places a hand on his throat, which feels slightly itchy and sore, as if he's starting to develop some sort of illness. Could it be? Near's eyes narrowed.

No.

There was no way Kira could have won. This could not possibly be his doing. If he had indeed somehow outsmarted Near at the last second, literally the last second, then why would he leave him in such an ordinary room along with all of his toy finger puppets and the mask of L? Furthermore, why would he leave him with - Near presses a hand against his abdomen and sure enough, the killer notebook is still there. No, this is not Kira's work.

Perhaps some supernatural intervention then? Near lifts a hand to his hair and begins tugging on a strand. If Shinigami exists then anything's possible at this point. What a pain. Who ever was responsible couldn't at least have given him 10 more seconds? No, even 5 more seconds would have been sufficient.

With his free hand, Near begins flicking aside any standing finger puppets one by one until his index rests on the blackberry. I see. Near picks up the phone and examines it, making sure that there's nothing out of the ordinary about the device. So they had intended for him to find it and use it, and while it displeases Near to play into his enemy's hands, there is little else he can actually do at this point, and trying to escape would not be wise especially since he has no means of defense.

The blackberry turns on, filming just a corner of a wall. It shakes a bit before turning back off. Seconds later, the audio comes on, then turns off, then comes on again, then turns back off. It's as if who ever was using the phone was confused by the device and didn't know what they were doing.

That should suffice. There were three kinds of people likely to respond to such a "message," those who would like to help a confused newcomer, those who would like to insult them for their incompetence, and finally, perhaps the mastermind himself. Near would wait.]

finalarbiter.livejournal.com

[The feed begins innocently enough. Accompanied by the soulless tone of buttons being pressed, a view of the hallway is panned for Light's audience. The destruction Pyramid Head has left in his wake is on display: ripped floorboards, shredded carpets, gashes along the walls....along with one other minor oddity. There is a door in the middle of the hallway. By itself.

A flesh colored blob (a hand) briefly covers the camera, and Light's face comes into view. His expression is torn between exasperation and exhaustion.]

I'm assuming this is another one of the Author's plots?

[He circles the door. On the other side? Nothing. It's the other side of the door looking harmless. He turns the door knob to discover that it is unlocked. Pushing the door open reveals... nothing. There's no black hole, no shimmering lights, no mysterious room. It's the same hallway that Pyramid Head has destroyed. Light makes an annoyed noise as he starts walking through the door frame.]

I don't understand just what-

[The rest of Light's sentence is cut off by a loud 'poof' noise and smoke. A clattering noise is heard as Light drops the Blackberry. When the smoke clears, it reveals a four year old Light Yagami, staring wide-eyed and looking dangerously close to a nervous break down into the camera.]

.....Dad? .....Mom....?

((OOC: Basically, step through the mysterious door, and boom! You are reverted to a child, age is your choice, with no memories of the Manor! Anyone is free to pester/walk through the door. The effect is reversed if you walk through the door again~))

always1truth.livejournal.com

[Conan is just casually leaning against his door with his hands tucked in his pockets- waiting on the person that stays across the hall from him- feel free to poke]

Current Mood: confident

kansai-ahou.livejournal.com

*he turns on the feed after assessing the situation and finding something to wear other than pajamas. This outfit is probably the simplest thing anyone has seen Hayato wear, as Heiji just didn't bother with the million and a half accessories that accompany his wardrobe*

This is Heiji. I take it m'not th' only one who woke up someone else this mornin', if the messages are any indication.

*he pulls at his collar, uncomfortable, and tries not to fidget*

Anyone out there seen who has my body, by th' way? I'd like t' make sure I won't come back t'it with a tattoo or somethin' weird like that.

*he fidgets again and moves to dig in one of his pockets. What he pulls out isn't visible to the camera, but the shocked look on his face is priceless*

Uh...why does he have-

*shakes his head*

Send me a message if ya know where my body is, thanks. *moves to shut off the feed, looking disturbed*

((Heiji does not approve of the dynamite collection. :|a))

breaks-fate.livejournal.com

[...Most people might find this discouraging but.. Oh Man. Keiichi is in Love right now... and with himself]

Sweet! I have boobs!

Current Mood: mischievous

thumbonmylip.livejournal.com

[[Unaware he's being watched on some sort of video device, L jerks upright from what could only be the most traumatic thing of his young life. His dark eyes look out from under his messed hair to the sound of his rapidly beating heart in his ears- his heart. ..He touches his chest, looking down there at that point as though that would explain why he was suddenly not where he should have been. He notices this bed isn't exactly the floor he remembers falling to and that this blankets wrapped around him weren't the arms of his cohort grasping him [SPOILER]in his dying moments[/SPOILER].

Slowly he slides his legs to the side, over the edge of the bed sitting motionless a while while studying his surroundings. Apprehensively he stands with the blanket around him, he still feels cold. He's not sure if it's the temperature or if it's the wrath of a scorned reaper. With a lick of his lips to wet them down again, they seemed to have gone dry, he steps to a window, setting his pale, delicate fingers to the glass. It was raining back home too that day.

His mind races and his unblinking eyes try to take in what he's seeing outside, which admittedly isn't much to give him to go on for location. He makes his considerations about his personal situation as well, the fact if he's here then ... then if he's here--]]

Watari?

[[L finally turns around, looking into the room itself and says the name louder again.]]

Watari?

[[As he passes the communication device, his eyes scan over it and they narrow, realizing he is indeed being at least recorded by the device based on what he's seeing. He walks over briskly, takes a quick look at it and shuts the feed down almost as soon as he has it in his hands.]]

(( OOC: Castmates are welcome to get a hold of him in person since I'm assuming they'd know where the others had been staying. ))

lone-defender.livejournal.com

[She's frowning at the area around her, rather than the device in her hand, but she does glance down at it after a moment.]

Is it me--or it this a little too familiar?

Current Mood: thoughtful

scary-enough.livejournal.com

[Have the back of someone's head. The image is a little shaky, indicating that the occupant of the bed on which this particular Blackberry is resting has not long moved; possibly, it is this movement that triggered the video in the first place. After a couple of moments, the figure sits up and swings her legs over the side of the bed, oblivious to the fact that she's being recorded. From this angle, we can now see that she is wearing pyjamas and her hair is in two braids - clearly she intended to fall asleep, at least. As she stands up, it suddenly seems to dawn on her that something isn't quite right - this isn't her room. As far as she can tell, it isn't anyone's room so much as it is the kind of room she might stay in on holiday]

What the hell...?

[She wanders around the room, out of shot although she can still be heard opening and closing drawers and cupboards. Suddenly, she's back in shot as she snatches the Blackberry up from her pillow and stares at it.]

Whoever's at the other end of this thing, would you like to explain what's going on? Last I remember, I'd just got home from the hospital and was trying to avoid the "happy newlyweds". Now suddenly wake up in a completely different room. Does that mean I'm next? You started with Hanna and now you're going to pick us all off one by one? Or is this just another one of your mind games?

[Though she's clearly rattled, a defiant expression remains as she speaks - she's determined not to seem intimidated. With a frustrated huff, she ends the video]

always1truth.livejournal.com

[Sarcasm. You can practically feel it]

Oh, this will end well.

Current Mood: uncomfortable

stalking_horse

[The video feed clicks on to the study; he's doing his damnedest to be about as professional as he can get in his eight year old body and clothes. He's also very good at straight-faced ignoring just how ... odd the whole Srs Bizness bit sounds coming from him right now.]

I know this might come at an inconvenient time for a lot of people, but we don't know when we'll have a more peaceful week again, so it's better to try and get this out of the way ahead of time.

The last attempt at a legal system fell apart - and honestly, this is too fluid, too chaotic, too small, and too mixed of a society for anything too static to stand; anything that exists for keeping relative peace is worthless if the majority doesn't at least accept that it's there for a reason, and we're all from too varied backgrounds for any one person's rules to apply. Those of us from worlds with well-established systems of law have to remember that those laws took centuries and a lot of shared background and culture to get to that point, neither of which we have.

I think there is a place for something here - but it has to be minding what the original purpose of things like that was - being there for the benefit of the people. I know there's volunteers who're willing to step up when there's some kind of flagrant abuse going on, but all it'll be is a continued joke if we're not working with everyone else here and letting everyone have a say in it.

I also think whatever gets built, it'd be almost more useful more often to plan some kind of "disaster response" to deal with some of the Author's more dangerous plots and be prepared when it happens; we're going to have to put up with weird disasters, monsters, and whatever else she comes up with, and if we can have something in place so those who're willing to help can make sure the people who might not be able to take care of themselves are as safe as they can get, so much the better.

So, I want to have an open meeting - Friday or Saturday, it doesn't have to be immediately - to bring together the people who want to volunteer to help around here, and anyone who has an opinion on it and wants to get their say in, to get ideas together and get at least enough agreed-on that we can work on the details without being completely caught off guard the next time something insane happens. Whatever we might be, we're all stuck in the Author's game, so there's no reason to treat each other as enemies in that regard.

If you don't think the people involved will listen to you - I'm not from most of your worlds, and I have no real reason to care about your background or your history. If you have a good idea, then you have a good and useful idea... you can contact me or anyone else that's been involved that you'd feel comfortable with privately, and don't have to make a target of yourself if there's some other conflicts you don't want drug into this.

[OOC: There'll be an open log post up later; it'll be forward-dated so there's plenty of time to respond without it feeling rushed.]

lastredwitch.livejournal.com

[There is a slightly irritated looking redheaded girl on screen. She only looks irritated for a moment before her face relaxes slightly, and after that, only a well trained eye would catch the slight narrowing of her eyes and the forced calmness off her breathing.]

I see that I've been drawn back into this situation again. I had thought that I would be free of this place when I arrived home. It seems it was only temporary.

[arms folded, she studies the blackberry rather intently before looking at the window for a moment and back again.]

Nakamori-san. Kuroba-san. Hakuba-san. Are you all still present? I would be pleased if you could tell me what I can expect from this place currently; it seems that I'm slightly out of the loop. [her irritation flashes up again clearly for a moment, in the way her fingers tap on her arms and the ever so slightly irate note in her voice before she ends the feed.]

cantapollygize.livejournal.com

[Apollo decided that he was going to get an early breakfast- he was going over his notes again, and looking at his room for a better place to hide them in case of emergency... And his stomach was growling at him like an angry dog. Yeah, it was time to get breakfast.

And that's about when he noticed that his clothes vanished on the way there, paused...]

OH COME ON.

[WHY. WHYYYYYY.]

lone-defender.livejournal.com

[Traveling with the Doctor, it is all but a physical impossibility to experience a truly boring or dull day. One would think, throughout the universe, there were boring days aplenty...but in Rose's experience, the TARDIS seemed only to zoom in on the really interesting ones.

Torchwood is proof that's exactly what the TARDIS did, because it is fully capable of mind-numbingly boring days, and even as a field agent there are days full of nothing but paperwork.

Today is not one of the boring days. There are rifts erupting all over London and swallowing groups of people, and no one can quite pinpoint why. One of the scientists holed up in the lab has a theory, though, and that's why she's out today instead of at the Tower trying to find answers. There's a disturbance in a part of the city that the tech thinks is the prelude to a rift, and they want devices monitoring it. She's volunteered to be the one to do it just to get a look at the rift to see if she can suss it out.

...Unfortunately, the estimation of the Torchwood scientist is off. The rift, when it opens is right on top of where she's stationed across the street. She's just able to radio for help and glimpse the dark maw of the rift's innards before everything cuts out.

And she awakes with a start in a bed that's certainly not her own. She's still dressed properly, so the disorientation doesn't last too long. It's clear that somehow the rift has connected her to another point in space--or another point in time, but she's hoping it's just space at this point.

If that's so, that meant that the other people who vanished might have been brought here too...and if someone's behind this, they might just be around here as well. So, with a brief glance about the room she's in and a note to come back and explore it later, she makes her way out to explore the rest of the house and find anyone else who might have been swept up by the rogue rifts.]

Current Mood: surprised

eugene-watson.livejournal.com

[Gene sat in the music room for a good ten minutes thinking about the responsibilities that lie ahead and how much work that still needed to be done. A thick folder sat next to him that contained a possible curriculum, syllabus of each proposed class and a list of possible students which pretty much meant the entire population of The Manor. Organization was the key but he knows that he will meet with resistance by some.

After he collected his thoughts, he lifted his guitar, Sarah Lyn, on his lap and tuned up. It was about time he played to clear his head. With Eddie gone, things didn't feel the same to him. Still, he was going to continue his tasks as promised and pass it along to the next one that he deemed worthy for the assignment....which may take a long time. All good things took persistence and patience.

The tune he played was a simple one to start as a warm-up before he went to his more rigorous routines. Strong fingers gripped the frets with gentle precision.]

Current Mood: hopeful

makerofimage.livejournal.com

[Willy's slipper clad foot hits the edge of the table and hard enough to jolt the blackberry on. He's hopping around on one foot and holding it against his chest.]

Ouch! Mother ffffff-frosted raspberry plastic button!

[His eyes hadn't even looked to see the device on but hey, he's too busy hopping around.]

Donuts grapefruit juicing zombie markers!

[It's hard to tell if he's stringing just random words together or if he's cursing from the pain.]

always1truth.livejournal.com

[Conan is curled up in an arm chair with his favorite book (Sherlock Holmes: Sign of Four)-go ahead. bother him.]

Current Mood: busy

inabaidolrise.livejournal.com

[Rise can be seen cooking... something on the stove, as she was cheerfully singing away to an old song, not paying overall much attention to the blackberry in the meantime.

She soon reached over to pick up something to add to whatever it was she was cooking. It must of been something spicy because the ingredient she added was a spice. Once the song ended, she looked into the pan, a smile clear on her face at the result.]

I hope this is correct, third attempt and all.

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