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finalarbiter.livejournal.com

[When the feed comes on, the viewer is treated to is a peaceful view of Light's ceiling. The accompanying audio is a horrible retching noise, followed by what sounds like metal being dragged against hardwood floor. It's the sound of Light reaching feebly for the trash can, as his stomach forcibly ejects its empty contents. It's followed by labored breathing, and after a brief moment, a barely audible hoarse whisper.]

...Mmnk...Damn... I- I didn't think... don't want.... to... haa... haa... not.. like this...

[He coughs twice. As he pulls the blanket around him, the Blackberry falls off the bed, landing on its side with a clutter by Light's feet. Light's hair is slick from sweat, his face flushed from high fever... but despite all this, he's shivering violently. There are spots of blood on his chin that he has failed to wipe away. Staring at the blood on his hands, he mumbles incoherently, completely unaware that the video feed is on.]

......so red... ...like apples... right? ....リ-.....リンゴ.....持って...いない (I don't have any apples.)....

[Suddenly, he begins to stand up, but can't quite make it. He trips over his own limbs and lands heavily on his hands and knees. Light doesn't make any attempt to pick himself up off the floor. He can barely hold himself in the crawling position. His arms shake from trying to support his weight, and eventually, they cave.]

..... lea...leave...alone...

[He drops flat onto the floor and he stays that way until the feed ends.]

thumbonmylip.livejournal.com

[[Familiar, to some, lanky pale hands pass by the communicator, shoved deep into blue pants and half obscured by a white shirt. It's momentarily shown and it's only because of the approach near to the apparatus. His face is obscured by the height at which he's chosen to leave the communicator and furthermore so is the room, along with the rest of him save for waist height as he plucks up the device no higher and shoves it into his pocket.

Thusly, this ends the accidental video. Nice try, he's learned things happen accidentally.]]

//In Person//

[[L's shuffling his way along the hallway out of his and Light's room, furthermore he's looking rather well considering the rest of the place. Or his time he spent with Ulquiorra who was obviously also sick just the other day.

His steps aren't calculated, he's already gone up and down these halls enough to obsess over mental mapping of areas. It feels, though, like he's been asleep for some time. He's restless. His encounter with Light a ways back is far from his mind but at least by its surface but at the moment he's not going to dwell on it.

As far as he's concerned at this very time, it's whoever's body it was; considering even his movements were limited to Light's own. He's hoping to run into the body, truthfully, to dissect it with a few well placed questions. Either way, he's going to make his rounds, see what he can see and maybe even hunt down something sweet if he can manage to find it.]]

((OOC: instead of putting like 29387492343 places, I put a few and.. you can choose if you have a favourite. He's wandering.))

eugene-watson.livejournal.com

[Gene hasn't been seen since he met Nina in the hall. After being received so coldly, he did the first thing that he shouldn't have done and that was to lock himself away from everyone else. He had a lot to think about and the crushing blow he received on an emotional level killed his ability to remain somewhat sociable.

Sitting in the library, he's reading a book on mental illness. Frustrated after reading it for an hour, he quickly gets up from his seat and throws the book across the room in a brief fit of rage, running his fingers through his short cropped hair.

The impact from the book and its drop knocked over the vase on the opposite side of the room. He didn't want to admit to himself that he's starting to fall apart himself. The loss of his wife back home, the stress of uncertainty if his daughter was okay, the rejection he felt from Nina, the numerous tortures that the Author had put him through not to mention the absence of the friends he made all came crashing down on him.]

Fuck this.

[He turns around in the opposite direction where he threw the book and out of the library.]

Current Location: library

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]

en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com

[Emerging out of Nina's room is...Nina. But, isn't. Instead of her usual dress, the young dancer is clad in the Black Swan's costume, and has a different air about her. She seems more at ease, more sensual and seductive. As if nothing in the world could trouble her, and as if she owned that world entirely.

Looking around at her environment, she smiles a smile of the devil as she cracks her neck gently. So, it was this Manor again, was it..? It felt like only yesterday she was last here...

Her nails run down the banister with tantalising anticipation, her steps smooth, graceful and slow..]

((Ffft oh God Canon bumped Nina....please forgive any major fails but feel free to say Hi~!))

Current Mood: predatory

junior-cop.livejournal.com

[Tom was getting ready for bed and with all the weirdness going on, he wasn't about to step out unless he absolutely needed to. He put his duty belt on the hook next to his dresser when he notices the letter addressed to him on his dresser.

Opening the envelope carefully, he unfolds it with a scowl. Something wasn't right. It was addressed from his father and he crumples it up.]

Impossible!!

[Tom begins pacing. Something was compelling him to shout.]

Who's there!?

[Now grabbing his gun, he checks everything from under his bed, inside his closet and behind his furniture. He wasn't about to sit down at all until he found a logical explanation why the letter was placed there. After searching, he stops and sits on the couch, placing the gun within reach.]

(OOC: This was a plot used back in His Dark Intentions when letters from the dead were sent out before the animal spirits came to them.)

andsuddenlydynamite

[It appears that a familiar face is wandering about the halls, but he is by no means the Hayato people had grown to know thus far in the manor. He's about a foot taller, clean cut and in a suit (although still adorned with a few little accessores here and there), and perhaps for one of the first times in his stay at the manor is not cussing out everyone he comes into contact with. Gokudera has been switched with his ~~shamelessly good looking~~24 year old self. He turns on the feed, looking a bit confused.]

Excuse me, I believe I've been switched with my younger self... if someone could tell me what exactly is going on, it would be much-

[The feed shows Gokudera had wandered into the music room. He smiles a bit when he sees the piano. It was coming back to him now. He chuckles.]

Well would you look at that. Never mind, I think I know what's going on.

clean-n-simple.livejournal.com

hello? can anyone read this?

[ A short pause, then the message continues: ]

i don't know what's going on. i'm scared. are you here, light? it looks like i'm in your room but -- you don't have a stuffed animal like this, do you? (i wouldn't let you live it down if you did!)

i found this cell phone next to it. am i dreaming? but everything feels too solid. right? i can't

[ Another pause, this one longer. ]

i mean i don't feel unsafe. maybe it's because things look so familiar. maybe i'm about to wake up! .... right?

[ And after a final, hanging pause, she places the blackberry back on the bed, accidentally pressing its keys in passing: ]

qrcsafqt

chocolategun.livejournal.com

[there's no video to accompany the message: it's strictly audio, whether due to paranoia or the holder's inability to work a Blackberry not immediately apparent. The voice is dry and irritated, coughs punctuating the short delivery he gives to announce himself. It's probably familiar to more than a few people in the manor...]

If this is Hell, it's not a very good rendition. Where's the fire? Brimstone? Demons to make me repent for everything I've done? [a cough, here; perhaps a small bit of laughter that stops as soon as it began. there's not a circle of hell that he doesn't belong in, and he's not sure why he's not there now.]

If it's not Hell, then does anyone know where I can find some chocolate? [his tone is dry on this sentence; he clearly thinks he's dead, and this is all just a hallucination from inside his mind.]

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]

last-dracula.livejournal.com

[He wasn't entirely sure what he was going to say or do, but -]

[Well, after things last week? He needed to go check on Misora; what she'd been put through was something that sure, he was used to it by now, but that didn't mean it was something that he'd ever want to inflict on anyone else, especially someone who wasn't prepared for it.]

[He knocked on her door a couple times, and was pacing back and forth in front of it in the hallway, apprehensive.]

inordertobelieve

[This accidental video is posted at 8am. At first it shows Mikami in his bed - sleeping. It's a pretty modest side, so go away, creepy stalkers. It's just Mikami under a blanket, eyes closed. There's nothing scandalous about it. Exept... that his alarm clock actually was set on 7am. Mikami, schedule-crazy Mikami has overslept.
This is an extreme proof of exhaustion. The dinosaur-week got to him and especially got his sleep.

However, Mikami's inner clock is still kind of working. He opens his eyes, sits up and gives the clock a disbelieving look. He even takes it in his hands, observing it closer. This was upsetting him. Of course this place was worse than anything he experienced before, but... ]

... This is weird.

[Mikami gets out of the bed (he is wearing a purple pyjama, in case you wondered) and intends to proceed in his day, catching up with his schedule. He hasn't even noticed the blackberry recording this unimportant piece of video]

en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com

[Undeniably happy to be out of Jurassic Park, Nina is currently in the kitchen, making some coffee. It had been weirdly quiet all day, but then again, since she wasn't part of this plot, she'd kept herself to herself. And as a result, she hadn't spoken to anyone, nor paid much attention to the network; she saw a few people had been freaking out, but she hadn't asked why. The feed just shows Nina picking up the coffee pot, when, suddenly, the lights suddenly go out. Startled, she drops it, glass skidding across the floor. Her breathing quickening to keep up with her heart rate, Nina closes her eyes, despite the complete blackness of the room, and tries to calm herself down]

Sweet Giiirl...

[At the voice that she both knew and dreaded...that acidic, abarasive, sensually-calm and psychotic voice...Nina clamps her hands over her ears as she sinks to the floor, her eyes wrenched shut]

Don't iignooore mee..CAN'T ignore mee.....Ninaa..NINAAA...

LEAVE ME ALONE-!!

Niiiiiiiinaaaaa...~

[Pulling her knee's up to her chest, Nina buries her tear stained face against them, doing her best to make...whatever it was, go away]

Leave me alone..please...leave me alone.....

((OOC - PLEASE READ: So, none of this is real, in case you hadn't guessed - if your character responds via video or in person, the lights never went off, there never was any voice - just, Nina freaking out for apparently no reason. Also, I recommend listening to the song listed whilst reading this - it's my inspiration for 'Black Swan!Nina'~♥))

Current Mood: scared
Current Music: I know where you sleep - Emilie Autumn

thornstained.livejournal.com

[This is Briar's first foray into the world of technology. Tris explained to him how the blackberry worked, and he's looked at a few of the posts, but he was still a bit wary of using the little device. Until now, where circumstances have created a pressing need that overrides his reluctance. Namely that he's in a different body.]

[The video clicks on, and it's Naomi's face that's half-glaring at the camera.]

The last thing I remembered, I was up a tree on that island. Now I'm here, and I look like... this.

[The frown grows more pronounced before he briefly angles the blackberry down to show his-- her-- Naomi's body, then back up to his face.]

This is one of the writer's stupid ideas of fun again, isn't it? Let's just change people into some random woman because we can!

[He's female. He doesn't have his powers. He's completely changed from how he was and to be honest, he's a little bit scared by it. And a scared Briar is a defensive Briar. He looks to one side, outright scowling and making himself calm down a little before he keeps speaking.]

Is anyone else like this?

andsuddenlydynamite

[Gokudera groaned and uncomfortably shifted, hitting his hand on the blackberry turning it on. Something felt... really really really prissy. He sat up sleepily and looked around. Well this wasn't where he fell asleep. But he had gotten used to that. What he hadn't gotten used to was any sort of physical changes. I.E. boobs.

Like the lovely set he has just discovered.

He stares down in disbelief. Looks up. Blinks. Looks back down. Peeks down shirt. Looks back up in terror.]

Minchea.... ((*balls))

beyondsighted.livejournal.com

[Had Beyond Birthday cared to put in the effort, he could probably name the exact genus and species of the prehistoric flora that surrounded him. He did not care. The only thing that matters at the moment is that this place is not Room four-oh-four. His thoughts are scattered in chaotic disarray, an unpredictable, teeming mass of anger, annoyance, and desperation hidden behind a deadpan mask enhanced by perfectly applied powder. Wammy's had taught their projects well. For all of Beyond's anguish --all his plans derailed!-- not a single trace of it was broadcast through the Blackberry. Or rather, none of it would have been broadcast. Suspicious, and paranoid, Beyond Birthday would not reveal his face, for he knew very well the value of a person's face, to individuals unknown. Long fingers encircle the device, his voice, an almost soothing, rumbly sound in-between tenor and baritone. An oddly zen tone, considering his rather....unique circumstances.]

Good evening.

[A short pause, as B wets his lips.]

My name is Ryuzaki. I seem to be...

[A second pause, as he searches for the appropriate word. Lost? Confused? He frowns in the darkness. Subjective information would hardly be helpful to anyone.]

... sitting on top of a creature, a ceratopsid, long extinct. A triceratops to be exact. What is the meaning of this?

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. ))

finalarbiter.livejournal.com

[Though Light is, by most people's standards an early riser, even by Light's exacting standards five-thirty in the morning is much too early. He tosses lazily in-between his covers, his brain still drowsy and recovering from the exhausting fantasy world of rapid-eye movement sleep to process the constellation of neuronal activity that would have otherwise led to four immediate conclusions. As Light reluctantly clears his eyes of sleep, he is able to reach one of those conclusions-- an embarrassing twenty five percent for the genius-- and that is, he is no longer a child.

Immediately he bolts up-right, simultaneously examining one of his normally sized hands, and flattening his spectacular bed-head with the other. Despite himself and the absurd hour, he smiles slightly. All the neck craning of last week had frankly gotten quite annoying. Being his normal size at least, put him at greater ease, though of course, all this meant was that the Author had started some new mysterious plot. Fifty percent. ...And judging from his surroundings, the luxury sheets- decidedly not his own- and the hotel style accommodations he found himself in, well... Ugh. He groans. It couldn't be so bad. At least this place is comfortable.

A conclusion that mollifies the newly adult-again Light. ....That is, until he hears the sound faintly echoing off in the distance again. It's not quite a lion's roar, no, Light isn't even sure that he can call it feline. If anything, it has the acoustics of a strangled amalgamation of cetacean, avian, feline and homo sapien shrieking all combined into one bone-rattling hiss played backwards. It's the sound that woke Light up initially. There's only one association he makes with such a noise, thanks to his country's bullshit popculture phenomenon otherwise known affectionately as Godzilla. But of course, the Author wouldn't do that, would she? Shit. SHIT.

Throwing the sheets off of himself, he throws the curtains wide open and is immediately relieved to find that they are not, in fact, in Tokyo. But the giant logo, the last emblem he wanted to see, the words "Jurassic Park" emblazoned in fiery red and black letters, makes Light lose his cool-- almost. Seventy five percent. He clenches his fists, until his knuckles turn white. His breath is released slowly, over the span of ten seconds as he calms down. The moment passes, and soon the urge to shout subsides. He could deal with this. Really.

It isn't until he turns the door knob, and finds a large banner taped to the front of his door that reads:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIGHT!!

But it's not the banner that causes Light to snap. It's the enormous pile of balloons.]

...I'm going to kill you...

((ooc: It's Light's birthday today! I couldn't resist. Um... also, link is slightly NSFW. Imagay! Geddit, geddit? ...Yeah, I'm lame, shut up.))

junior-cop.livejournal.com

[Tom's having a difficult time with his diminutive body. Being 9 years old looking like he's seven and often mistaken as a kindergartner, he really didn't like being pushed aside either. It's better that it's his own choice.

He struggles to use the shower and reaching for the medicine cabinet was a chore of climbing, reaching and balancing on narrow surfaces in order to get to his allergy medication.]

Dang it. It's too high.

[His small voice was even smaller and Tom does continue to try.]

Why did I ever become a kid again?

[It isn't a choice he consciously made, that's for sure and the evidence around him suggests that not everyone was wanted it either. He spots the blinking light on his Blackberry and scowls at it, throwing a bar of soap at it and cuts off the feed.]

the2nd-kira.livejournal.com

[ Misa had a secret. Not many people outside the entertainment industry knew this. The feed opens with a young girl--- about 9 or 10 years old, standing in front of a full length mirror. For those who visited Misa's room before, they might recognize the room belonging to her. But the girl in front of the mirror was not the Misa Amane they know.

The girl is cute. That is the first thing people will notice, but her hair was dark brown and not blonde. The young girl is pinching her cheeks and staring at herself in the mirror disbelievingly. Her hands were shaking as she began touching her hair and then tugging on her pigtails. ]

This is a lie...

[ She began blinking, like she was trying to wake herself up from a dream. But each time she opened her eyes. It still remained the same. ]

WHY IS MISA IN THIS BODY?!

[ Meet Misa Amane at ten years old. She has brown hair and eyes, but a mix of the cute features of the Japanese and the milky white skin of her foreigner father. After she decided to join the entertainment industry, she dyed her hair blond and wore contacts often. Now, she looks down at her legs and lack of womanly body, then pouts. ]

MISA IS NOT SEXY AT ALL!

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finalarbiter.livejournal.com - Page Ten || Delirium! [Accidental Video]
thumbonmylip.livejournal.com - Cake & OCD 002 - [Accidental Video//In Person]
eugene-watson.livejournal.com - [13th Calculation] Recoil [In Person]
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inordertobelieve - Teru Mikami ~7~ Recovering [Accidental Video, Backdated to Tuesday Morning]
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finalarbiter.livejournal.com - Page Eight: It's not a Birthday without....Dinosaurs? [In Person/Accidental Video]
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Entries tagged with comment: naomi misora

Page Ten || Delirium! [Accidental Video]

Cake & OCD 002 - [Accidental Video//In Person]

[13th Calculation] Recoil [In Person]

6th bomb || Hayato Gokudera || [in person/video]

Tenth Position •~• Nina •~• Valse Noire [In person]

{15th Collar} Letters from the past [Accidental Video]

6th bomb|| Hayato Gokudera|| [video/in person]

text | wait and see (risk)

shot o.1 // [voice]

1rst wish || Dende || [video/in person]

[In Person||Attn: Naomi] The Balance has Shifted

Teru Mikami ~7~ Recovering [Accidental Video, Backdated to Tuesday Morning]

Seventh Position •~• Nina •~• Posé [In person / Accidental Video]

Third Growth ❦ Open/Video

4th bomb || Hayato Gokudera || [accidental video/in person]

001 Beyond Birthday [Audio]

Cake & OCD 001 - [Video]

Page Eight: It's not a Birthday without....Dinosaurs? [In Person/Accidental Video]

{11th Collar} Enough's enough. [Accidental video]

✟ Fourth Wink - [ Video ] - Our Little Secret

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