[identity profile] cuteuketwin.livejournal.com
Since the nightmares have officially gone, does that mean that there is a new plot?

If so, then I don't see anything off at all. Not like you would always wake up to something in your room or something, which is kind of boring considering it's October and it's that month to scare the crap out of people.

[Kaoru pauses for a moment.]

Do you think that the Author will throw another Halloween party this year? Oh! Or maybe do something like a haunted house or one of those scare challenges I once read about in a book here.

[He laughs slightly thinking about it.]

Or I can just tell some ghosts stories if you like? I know a good few that might be good.
[identity profile] whitestlie.livejournal.com
[Voice is scrambled/computerized/whatever you'd like to call it. The caller id is likewise encrypted, courtesy of Near and Hiiro. Deal with it, people.]

Good afternoon.

It is highly inefficient for each of us to go looking for this misplaced blueprint on our own. Therefore, I propose a suggestion: Share information for mutual benefit.

If you would like to collaborate with me, simply provide me the location or list of loctions you have searched so far. In return, I will do the same. We will continue this form of information exchange until one of us finds the blueprint. As you can see, we will cover more ground in a shorter period of time using this method.

One condition: If you find the blueprint first, you will agree to meet with me [By "me," he really means himself and Hiiro as well, but such details aren't necessary], and we will turn it in together. If I find it first, I will likewise seek you out. Obviously, some level of trust is required, but I assure you of my word. Besides, what's most important is for the blueprint to be found so that we may reclaim our manor. There is nothing to lose.

This line will remain open from now until the blueprint is found. Feel free to contact me at any time. I guarantee that I will answer regardless of the time of day.

Well then, I look forward to working with you.

(OOC: Even though this message is posted on Monday, 6/20, manor time, it will last the entire week. What this means is that none of the threads contained in this post must necessarily be taking place on Monday. If your character makes some new discovery Thursday and would like to contact Near, they need not throw up a new network post to the comm. They can just respond to this one and date it in the title or some ooc comment "Thursday" or something like that. Lemme know if this isn't clear!)

[In person to Hiiro Yui. No eavesdropping please! :3] )
[identity profile] 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.]
[identity profile] abluechild.livejournal.com
[Aoko is doing the one thing probably everyone here could predict her doing-Cleaning! She's dusting and SCRUBBING the walls and-what is this multi-eyed thing staring at her?!

...

A spider!?

Aoko lets out an ear piercing shriek and falls to the floor, her skirt hiking up and giving anyone coming down the hall a nice good view of the fish print panties she's got on]
[identity profile] beyondsighted.livejournal.com
[B's expression, safely shielded from the camera is once again a perfect broken deadpan. Frustration is plain for all to see... Or would have been, had he chosen to show it on the network. Oh, B knows very well what's going on. He didn't need to be a genius to figure it out. This was obviously the Author's handiwork again. The familiar Blackberry made that much clear. The gasoline is dripping in anticipation from his hair and clothes, forming thick oily puddles by his feet. One more second and he would have finally clinched the victory. Her timing is astonishingly impeccable. As it were, B was brought back here, matchless, and unspeakably filthy. As there's little point in combustion now, the first thing he had done was wander in search of water to wash out the evidence. He had been somewhat fortunate in that endeavor, but he failed to get rid of the tell-tale perfume of petroleum following him around. His footsteps make soft squleching noises as he walks. A thought occurs to him. He removes the Blackberry and broadcasts a message.]

To those who I have had the pleasure of meeting before, and to those I have not, greetings. [Squelch. Squelch. Lie, lie.]  If anyone needs assistance with their injuries, I shall be happy to take a look. I have had experience in the field. [Not a lie, if only by a technicality. It's not B's fault if people assume by field, he means medicine.] Also, do not drink the water. I have isolated what appears to be an exotoxin in the vicinity. That is all.

[Click. Feed ends.]
[identity profile] breaks-fate.livejournal.com
[Here is a multi-colored Kei-chan for your enjoyment. Multi-colored AND in a dress.]

I almost feel back at home.
[identity profile] cuteuketwin.livejournal.com
[Kaoru wasn't in his body, he had discovered that only yesterday and when he had carefully looked around his new body's room he had found the guys sense of fashion to be a little... horrible to say the least. It wasn't something he wanted to wear himself and deep down he would downright refuse to just in case someone he ever knew came here. He couldn't be seen like this, so he had taken some things into his own... this guys hands and to fix things up a bit.

So when Kaoru had got around to fixing the problem he switched on the blackberry it would not show his own face, but the face of his body he had taken over, hair he tried his best to make it look better and matching clothes that he found to be a tiny bit fashionable.]


Does anyone know where my body has gone? I don't really like this ones fashion and I can't tamper with any of it. My body has auburn hair, eyes a golden brown and usually wears clothes that have fashion labels on them.

[He moves to sit on the bed, sighing slightly as he remembered the other reason for this.]

Oh and does anyone know who this body belongs to?

Audio

Mar. 7th, 2011 12:49 pm
[identity profile] rcklssanarchist.livejournal.com
[Laughing quietly, as if incredibly amused at the predicament beholding the manor on his first day.]

Are the lights always off like this?

[No point in asking where he is or anything like that. Who cares? It's a place, there's people around, and he's got the technology to communicate.]
[identity profile] britbitchsnark.livejournal.com
[Shaun has found himself in the buffet breakfast area in dire need of a cuppa. Sadly however when he does get said cup of tea, he spits it right back out into the cup.]

What the bloody hell is this?! It's like drinking stagnant dishwater! Trust the yanks to ruin a perfectly good thing. Is there actually anything that's edible here?

[He huffs and pushes the mug away, getting up to find something else to eat.]
[identity profile] playstheking.livejournal.com
[Ciel is in his room, sitting in a chair with a glass of water next to him. Though you can't see it, he's moving the water in and out of the glass, as he's recently become a Water Bender. This is fairly entertaining. Occasional dripping sounds may be heard.]

How helpful it would be to have abilities like this all the time. Though, I suppose some of you do already.
[identity profile] weaponizedblood.livejournal.com
[He's standing out in the middle of the snow, freezing rain is falling. Hail stones the size of golf balls pelt the ground and Crona's exposed body. He doesn't have an umbrella or a coat, just his usual black robe which is getting wetter and wetter by the second. Colder and colder. Tiny pellets stick to his clothes and uneven pink hair. Anyone can sneak up on him.]
[identity profile] last-dracula.livejournal.com
[Tuesday morning, the manorites would find that there were additions to the decor.]

[Scattered throughout the manor, there are now a fairly large number of white cat plushies, all up out of easy reach for the most part, and all sitting so they're watching the halls, doors, and rooms. Some are curled up in the decorations, draped through wreaths, nestled in little building decorations, a couple are peeking out of the branches of the Christmas tree, another from the top of the fridge in the kitchen, several up among shelves in the library between books or on top of shelves; in a couple of places they're even placed up among the structure of the manor, peeking out from the top of the room.]

[In one of the doors out of the library, there is a very forlorn and grumpy, casting occasional venomous glares at the mistletoe and growling here and there while making periodic attempts at moving from the doorway.]

Oh, come on! You've got to be kidding me. [Fume, fume, scowl.]

[OOC note: the cats are EVERYWHERE - he didn't get caught until he was done, so feel free to poke at them independently of finding poor Soma, who got caught by the mistletoe while leaving the library.]
[identity profile] weaponizedblood.livejournal.com
[Thump]

Oh no, oh no...where am I now? I don't think I can deal with being lost like this! I'm not even in the desert anymore!

[There is a ripping sound and then a second voice, higher pitched and mocking joins in]

Only an idiot like you could get lost running away! Where did you strand us, you moron!

[There is the soft smack of fist on skin, and there it is again, and again and again until the first voice comes back]

Hey! Quit it! I don't know where we are...

[Then it slows down, as the speaker begins to process what's going on]

I must have passed out or something but then...

Did you kill us!?! Is this where dead people go!?! If you killed us I'm going to kill you!

Ow!

[Now the first voice sounds slightly muffled and tight, as if the speaker if forcing it through lips pressed together]

If we're dead you can't kill me.

Wise guy, huh?

No, Ragnarok, stop it! We're not dead! I...just...

[A long pause]

You just what? Finish your sentence, stupid!

[A sound like a coconut hitting the ground]

Ow! Sorry, I just look.

[A pause]

Is that a camera? Or a phone? It's on! Look! The red light's blinking!

M-maybe we're being spied on. I don't think I can deal with being spied on.
[identity profile] last-ofherkind.livejournal.com
[Claudia wakes up on a bench in Central Park near the zoo. She shivers, holding herself tightly. She rubs her bare feet against the cold. She wasn't ready for the cold and her practically rag dress isn't protecting her much.]

I'm alive? I'm alive!

[She feels something cold rushing down her stomach. Her dress is torn and dark blood is pouring down her chest.]

I'm bleeding...I'm dead.

[She looks around and lets out a scream. The buildings look like they could topple over at any moment. But her chest hurts and she doubles over. The Blackberry falls onto the pavement and she picks it up.]

The Manor! OW!

[Her chest...]

[With effort she grabs the Blackberry and begins to type]

Help me.

[And she lets out a psychic cry]

HEEEELP!

[almost everyone will be able to hear her, more softly if they're far away from her]
[identity profile] radical-edward0.livejournal.com
[Because Ed knows people probably won't recognize her after eight years older, especially not with all this chaos around. But they'd recognize her avatar, right? Well, time to test that theory. The elite hacker Radical Edward is back at the Manor after spending years making mischief and occasionally hitchhiking off world. She sits in her room with her usual Ed-like grin, punching out a simple message to everyone in the Manor]

Who's new here? Who remembers this place? Who never left? And who remembers the elite über hacker extraordinaire Radical Edward?!!
[identity profile] brothercumface.livejournal.com
[no. your eyes are not playing tricks on you.]

[right there, smack dab in the middle of the entry hall to the manner is a small bundle of green sweatshirt and a light purple skirt. she's got on knee high stockings of the childish patterned variety, and shiny brown leather shoes.]

[and although the child is rather cute herself, there's nothing adorable or endearing about the earwrenching scream she just let out, nor is her face - slightly pudgy but in a babyfat sort of way children under the age of ten are allowed - anywhere near as cute as it normally is, not when her cheeks have been stained a ruddy red by the numerous tears she's seemed to be able to shed since she just found herself here.]

[and yes. upon closer inspection, you MAY realize it's a childish version of Minatsuki Takami. or you may just be haunted by the fact that her big brown eyes are slightly familiar. it's not exactly like either she nor Yoh carries around pictures of what they looked like when they were little and, in fact, most of them were burned.]

[but really. don't think about baby pictures, milk carton missing posters, or children's beauty pagents, especially when she pitches her head back and all but screams: ]


I WANT MY MOMMY! I WANT HER NOW! SOMEONE FIND ME MY MOOOOOOMMY!

[before returning to her tantrum]

[ooc: okay. Mina's seven. pre earthquake. she won't remember anyone she talks to, even Yoh until he can convince her that he's her big brother. she will, however, remember everything when she is her original age again. but until then, enjoy the cuteness that comes with her lot!]
[identity profile] gender-at-will.livejournal.com
[Not keen on just sitting and waiting for the fight to happen (that and his nerves were preventing him from sleeping) D'eon decided that the middle of the night was a good of a time as any to wander off into the night to practice his fencing. Taking a small lantern he found a nice mostly secluded area where he didn't run the risk of waking up any of the other members of the manor. Placing the lantern carefully on the ground he drew his sword and began going through the basic movements of fencing.

He was fully aware that Lia would more than likely take over for the duration of the fight for the manor, but he wanted to be able to hold her off for as long as he could. It had been a while since he had to really use his sword and he found himself a bit clumsy with it at first. However, it didn't take long for the the movements to come back to him. Despite his intense focus on his exercise, D'eon didn't drop his vigilance of his surroundings.
]

[anyone else up late and bored? think he's acting suspicious? come bother him~]
[identity profile] brothercumface.livejournal.com
[Minatsuki looks a mess.]

[a complete mess.]

[she's only wearing an overlarge shirt - that you can see anyway - and numerous, sterile looking bandages and criss crossed over her chest to prevent any sort of indecent showings off, so no one get too excited. her lips are swollen, and her whole face is puffy, not to mention the two black eyes she'd garnered as of late.]

[yes. a complete mess.]

[a complete mess that looks pissed to high hell and ready to SLAP A MOTHERFUCKING BITCH. but. surprisingly, her voice is almost completely calm as she speaks, and doesn't even crack.]


Oi. Police fucks.

Your system's lacking.


brother filter )

boyfriend filter )

badass filter )

bitchass bastard filter )

[ooc: followup to this]
[identity profile] cuteuketwin.livejournal.com
I think the authors finally snapped and is going to drown us in a sea of fur. I mean, they just won't stop multiplying, it won't be long before you can't move an inch without one being right in your face.

I don't want to die like this. Who would want to kill someone at pretty as me? It's like a serious crime to do that.
[identity profile] pintsizedempath.livejournal.com

[When the feed flickers on, it shows Raven holding a mound of light purple fluff. She doesn't look impressed]

Okay, does this belong to anyone?
 


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