[identity profile] catgirlsadist.livejournal.com
[Koto wakes up late. She always has. She's a kitty, after all, often up at strange hours, with a penchant for napping in the sun and... um... gore. But that doesn't have anything to do with right now, as she awakens groggily and rubs at her eyes.

Except. Something is wrong.

Wide awake, Koto panics, staring at her new, pale hands - covered with minute pinholes - and touching her strange, angular face, running through her short dark hair (noticeably lacking in furry ears), staring around the room, neat and ordered, with an entire wall dedicated to odds and ends and several bright green arms. But she spends the most shocked, silent time simply staring in awe down at her flat chest and undeniably male body. Yes indeed - it's Koto alright, as Ichabod.

Then, there is a loud, piercing, rather girlish scream in a man's voice that is probably heard all through the hallway.

A moment later, a video feed clicks on, revealing a rather perturbed Ichabod, mouth opening and closing uselessly. For once, Koto has little to say.
]

I'm... a... a...

...a MAN!


[identity profile] 1ofyour5aday.livejournal.com

[The feed shows the inside of Sheldon's room, and at first, it seems like everything's normal. Until, off camera, Elphaba wakes up. Needless to say, an alarmed yell accompanies her getting out of/falling out of bed]

What is....What the hell-??

[Surprised at how her voice sounds now, Elphaba just stays sat on the floor for a minute, wishing the Author bad karma. Body swapping..? Really?]

..This had better only be a week thing...

[As she says this, she grabs her blackberry, switching the video off of the main network with an irritated scowl]


[Video - Private to Piccolo]

Who's body are you in..? God that sounds so weird..

[Text - Private to Sheldon]

This is going to be a long week - I'm in your body - any allergies I should know about?
[identity profile] moar-food-plz.livejournal.com

[ When Goku had woken up rather late that morning he didn't seem to notice anything too different at first. One thing was sure, he wasn't in his own room. This place was way too clean, but who knows... maybe someone cleaned it for him? That's when the second realization hit him... he was back at the Manor apparently. Must have been another one of the Author's unannounced dimensional switches or something. Okay, no biggy. ]

Well at least all that is over.
Ooh! Now I can go get me some breakfast!
. . . . but, I don't really feel all that hungry..

[ PANIC. ]

That's... weird.

[ Goku yawned, reaching a hand up to run back through his hair a bit, then noticed his oddly pale skin. ]

W-WHA?!
What's wrong with my skin?!

[ Not only that, but he was much smaller then is usual muscular build. Goku looked around and grabbed his comm. Something was very seriously wrong here. The video feed clicks on with a little bit of static at first. This certainly isn't Goku's face at all. Nope. This skinny pale faced man is showing emotion for the first time and he doesn't look at all calm. He's quite frantic really. ]

S-something's wrong!
I... I'M NOT HUNGRY!
[identity profile] catgirlsadist.livejournal.com
[The feed blinks on to reveal a very close pair of big teal eyes, giving the camera a level stare. Her face is carefully blank, but if you pay attention you might notice the wild, adrenaline-pumping excitement sparking within Koto.]

Hi, guys.

[Koto waves, and any onlookers might glimpse a smear of something red and sticky coating her fingertips. She pauses, hesitant, and then shakes her head and sighs with a "fuck tact" expression.]

There's a dead guy just outside the living areas. [In a typically insensitive manner, she turns the blackberry so that it gets a few seconds of focus on the mangled, splattered and altogether dismembered corpse of a faceless employee.]

Figures - as soon as I decide to get some fresh air, I get some fresh blood instead. Not that I'm complaining...

...

...If this is a crappy American horror film like I think it is and if I may share my opinion... I think the cat's out of the bag, so to speak. With the cats being bloodthirsty dinosaurs and the bag being their nice, protective fences.

[She flashes a devilish grin.]

This... is going to be interesting.
[identity profile] ec-10offender.livejournal.com
[John is enjoying a stroll outside when he stops outside the Dilophosaur paddock. He reads the sign, saying that they are capable of spitting goo that will blind him on contact with his eyes. He backs away slowly hearing a slight hiss and rattling. He turns around and scurries away, nervous]

What the hell is going on here? I haven't really gone out much, but....why are there dangerous things here. And where are the staff? Who's feeding these things?
[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] en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com
[Nina's stood outside one of the Raptor pens, several feet away from the glass. She's certainly looked less scared, and the Raptor on the other side seems almost too interested. The enclosures, the on going theme thoughout the hotel she'd woken up in....she knew where tey were this week, and if it was anything like the movies?]

..This isn't going to end well...
[identity profile] gods-bestie.livejournal.com
[The pale blonde woman sat up abruptly. Something was wrong. For starters, her normal pile of animal furs she used as a bed was nowhere in sight. Second, this was not her church. Light sifted in through the window curtains and she held up her hand to shield her eyes from it. She was unaccustomed to brightness. Slowly she slid off the bed, her bare feet tapping the cold floor. She knelt before her bed and folded her hands in prayer.]

Divine mother, if this be your will to transport me to a place of sin, I will not cross you. If by some mysterious circumstances this be the doing of another, please give me the strength to persevere and do your work for as long as I am away from you. Glory be to thy name and grace us with your divine love continually ever more.

[Her prayer finished, Claudia stood, pushed her hair behind her ears and stretched her hands skyward. Bones in her neck, back and shoulders popped as if she had not moved in quite some time. She put her hand behind her neck, rubbing softly working her way up to her smooth forehead. It was going to be a long day. She sighed tiredly and sat back down on the bed. It did not occur to her to try the door as so little of them were operable back in the church.]

What to do now?
[identity profile] finalarbiter.livejournal.com
[The feed clicks on to reveal Light Yagami in his room, staring in disbelief in the mirror at his now significantly younger self. His eyes continually flick back and forth between his reflection and his much smaller hands; his glare-- one that is extremely out of place on his eight year old face-- is piercing enough that it seems he could incinerate the glass. A minute passes, before finally his expression becomes one of exasperation.]

...Finally out of ideas are you? [A dry laugh.] You're becoming frighteningly redundant you know. If you're so bored that you're repeating ideas left and right, how about you just send me home? And if you even think about sending me back like this, I'll-- [He pauses mid-tirade as a thought occurs to him. ...And unfortunately.]

-Oh for the love of Go- [A hand reaches out for his Blackberry and the feed is cut prematurely.]


-Half an hour later-

[When the feed is turned back on, Light is seen sitting in the Parlor. If he seems almost tranquil about being reverted to a child, it may have something to do with the fit he had finished throwing in the privacy of his room. In contrast to earlier, he is perfectly calm and collected. There is even the hint of a smile.]

To the other residents of the Manor, I don't know how you feel about this, but I for one am tired of the Author treating us as though we have no agency of our own. We may be children this week, but that does not mean we can't coalesce and organize ourselves in a more sensible manner. I'd like to speak to anyone else who is interested in this endeavor. Thank you.
[identity profile] 1ofyour5aday.livejournal.com
[After an awkward encounter earlier in the day, Elphaba had resigned herself to her room. She wasn't embarassed about being a child again, she just didn't want to talk to anyone. She felt like crap, and the only way she had to quell that now was through her books.

The feed from the blackberry will show her struggling to pull the Grimmerie down from it's holder. But, when she does finally manage to pick it up and lay it on the floor, her expression falls considerably. She couldn't read it, and she guessed it was because of her age. Slamming it shut, there's a pause as she tries to take a few deep breaths. However, this failing, she gets to her feet in a second, and promptly turns, kicking one of the many piles of books over. Pages and paper spilling everywhere, she lets out an angry yell  as she repeats the action several times over. Objects got thrown, books of varying sizes tossed and kicked across the room.

This continues for quite some time, her anger rising, and therefore causing her powers to begin to spike. Her desk rather spectacuarly overturns itself, the large bookshelf next to her bed falling face down with a thunderous crash. This seems to startle her a little, so she sinks back to the floor, her head in her hands as she attempts to calm down
]
[identity profile] catgirlsadist.livejournal.com
[You really can't not recognize Koto - what with the whole ears and tail thing going on. At this point her fluffy beige tail sticks out of cute pink denim shorts, almost as big as she is in its static, and her ears are also disproportionate. It seems that despite wandering around as a vertically challenged, round little child, her feline appendages have stayed the same size. As a result, someone is looking ridiculously cute. It would be definitely hard to take this thing seriously.

As such, she doesn't seem too fretful about being a child. She tends to take things in stride, and well, she has to, judging from the things she's seen. In fact, she's darting under tables and squeezing through tight spaces with a look of something similar to delight.

Despite being alone, she murmurs to herself.
]

...oh, she just makes it around the corner of the island, that was a close one, could've been down for the count with a hip bruise... down, weaving through the chairs, oh - her shirt got snagged on the seat... is she? Will she? Oh - up onto the counter with a tremendous leap-

[She jumps around the kitchen carelessly, narrating every movement. She clings to a cabinet dearly for a moment, then sighs, rolls her shoulders, and lands lightly on her feet on the ground. When she speaks to herself again, quietly instead of projecting, it's no narration.]

I was angry at first. I didn't want to be a kid, I mean, there are disadvantages, of course, but... how many times have I missed being a little kitten?

[With a contented sigh, she tiptoes (just for the fun of it) over to the fridge to see what's in. Romping around the kitchen makes a kittengirl hungry.]
[identity profile] britbitchsnark.livejournal.com
[Shaun's eyes shot open as he found himself sprawled on his bed, it felt like he was wearing clothes but with the apparent lack of curtains or blinds.. what he felt obviously didn't matter. With a quick panic he dives under the duvet.]

BLOODY HELL-- WHAT IS THIS?!

[Abstergo?! A cheap joke by Becca-- no she wasn't that intelligent. His head pops out the top of the duvet and examines the room... well it sort of looked like his room in the old warehouse with a hint of his room at Uni.. this.. This right here? This was like a god damned dream where you imagine you're in public. Naked. Embarrassing yourself - horribly. (He'd make someone bleed for this when he found them..) Sadly it wasn't one, he felt the pain vividly when he pinched his skin between his blunt nails.

Hopping from the bed, looking like some bizarre duvet monster he begins examining the desk. Notes scattered everywhere, his computer all set up an contentedly running-- ah! A Blackberry. He picked it up and scrutinised the outdated model, raising a brow, and very much oblivious to the red light - too distracted by the strangeness.]


What have you got to say for yourself, then..?

Wait it's on?! --Where the hell am I? Whoever's bright idea it was to bring me here has another thing coming! I've got much more important things to be doing right now, not that you could ever understand, so if you'd kindly take me back to my team? No? Wonderful. Thank you. Bloody tosser.

[And the feed ends abruptly. Such a Diva.]
[identity profile] mr-plot-bunny.livejournal.com
[The feed comes on in the early hours of Tuesday morning, to a nice view of the sunrise behind the hutch.]

This thing on?

[The bunny's face appears as the camera tilts downward.]

Looks like I'm a little late. Oops. [It doesn't sound very apologetic.] Nothin' big this week, really - I don't even see why it's that big a deal.

Unless you're really self-conscious.

You might want to watch where you're hiding if you reaaaally want to get away from it ... all that noise week before last might've damaged something. Can't depend on anything around here. [Okay, so maybe the riots did succeed in annoying SOMEONE around the Author.]



Oh, and you. The two of you. You know who you are. [He leans in to fix the camera with a nice, close-up glare.] I've got my eye on you.
[identity profile] saiyanascension.livejournal.com
[ Vegeta is messing with the blackberry in his room. He knows how these things work. He's the sex toy husband of the Owner of Capsule Corp. He's played with devices more advanced and stupidly difficult to use than this. His face is there, and it's narrow. Narrow eyes, angry mouth, wrinkled nose, furrowed brows, amazingly large forehead split by his widow's peak. Yes, it's all there, and it's unhappy to say the least. Vegeta is unimpressed and disapproves of this.. this... whatever this is. ]

Trunks.

If this is another prank of yours...

I'm going to destroy you.

And if it's not...

Then the owner of this place had better show himself.

[ The feed cuts. He's maaaad. ]
[identity profile] 1ofyour5aday.livejournal.com
[Elphaba is in the kitchen, attempting to make a pizza..and most likely failing. But, whether or not she failed, she wouldn't care too much - this week could go on forever in her opinion. For the first time, she felt attractive, and that certainly showed in how much her confidence had risen over the past few days. Dressed casually with her hair tied back in a high ponytail, she clicks 'next' on the iPod dock remote (all borrowed/  left by Wallace)She smiles broadly when an intro begins; Of course, if she knew she was being filmed, she might not have sung quite so enthusiastically.

Or. Maybe she would have
...~]

(sorry for the edit XD;;)
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[personal profile] stalking_horse
[He's found a place in the study for this; quiet, but public and neutral ground. He's back to more "normal", at least enough to be calm and controlled, without any signs of frayed nerves for this...]

I'd like to start by being perfectly honest - the last attempt at some kind of "legal system" had many problems.

Yet - as much as there's many people here who can take care of themselves? We need some kind of preparation so that the next time something like last week happens, it can be stopped fast, and hopefully something to help with "disaster response" when the Author has one of her whims.

I do think there should be something rebuilt - but it needs to be changed, and it's going to take work. The legal systems those of us from more structured societies are used to, that we take for granted, evolved over centuries out of cultural pressures and what was needed; yet even something with a history like that only exists because it holds respect from the people living with it - I'm sure everyone here realizes that a badge or a title from a world that isn't theirs doesn't hold much meaning to them.

This isn't a stable, structured society with a common culture. It's more of a collection of castaways with overtones of an internment camp.

There's four basic starting points that I think we need to have before we even pretend we have a system that might be relied on if someone needs it. The first is that the people responsible for it need to be prepared to coordinate from the start - that's likely to be our problem to deal with.

The second is that we can't involve the Author again. She'll meddle without us inviting her in, I'm sure, and anything we give her power over, we are subjecting to her whims. She does not think of us as people, and as much as she could be much worse than she's been, she's proven in the past that she'll inflict punishments on people that've been deemed innocent, or even help those that want to destroy and harm others for her own amusement. If we allow her in, we'll make a joke of whatever we build, and we are not merely going to be her puppets.

Third, no system exists without respect from the people living with it - and that won't happen without some kind of understanding. None of us can take for granted that we know what's normal and accepted "rules" of society where another is from, and there've already been past problems and conflicts simply because of a lack of understanding; there isn't even a common set of laws and standards among the people that were involved in the manhunt last week, much less the other residents here. There's too much variety here for the system any one person is used to, to work, but we can't build something that respects the others here without knowing what would or wouldn't be accepted. It might not be something everyone is perfectly happy with, but there at least needs to be some kind of compromise -

Which means that if you have an idea what should work? Say it. We won't know it if you don't speak up. If you're not comfortable with your reply being visible on the network, make it private, or come when we've got a meeting together. I believe that our backgrounds shouldn't matter more than how much we make them matter - John had the right idea in trying to stir up outside input, that people should have a say in this.

Lastly? There needs to be a sense of perspective and an understanding what the purpose of the system is. I doubt anyone here would stand for something that existed to control anyone...

And the original purpose of most laws that stand through time, anywhere I've traveled on my world, was to try to preserve the society and resolve needless conflicts and cruelties. The phrase "To protect and serve" is emblazoned on police cars in one country for a reason. I cannot speak for the others, but as far as a legal system goes, I believe that it should exist for that purpose - not something to rule with an iron fist or be afraid of.
[identity profile] always1truth.livejournal.com
[Conan is curled up in an arm chair with his favorite book (Sherlock Holmes: Sign of Four)-go ahead. bother him.]
[identity profile] suck-it-up-guy.livejournal.com
[Cabin fever was a dangerous thing. Especially when it came to a certain Canadian. Since the announcement of B's arrest and capture, Wallace decided that hey, it was time to celebrate. All this doom and gloom needed shifting, and nothing broke the ice like a little bit of filthy humour. So he'd buried himself in the kitchen, (avoiding the dishwasher at all costs -- nngh corpses), and started baking. There was a batch of cookies already in the oven, but there was something.. a little off about the shaping and decorations of the already completed batch. The pilot for what he was about to do. Appearing on the network he grinned, not that outright annoying kind no one wants to see at a time like this, but it was assuring.]

Hey. We need some downtime and I've got just the idea. [Picking up a cookie, it's shape is ambiguous before it comes into focus. It's a boob biscuit, complete with icing and chocolate chip nipples. Because hey, to the general public boobs are more acceptable than peens, lord knows why.] I've got jugs, junk or butts, whatever floats your boat guys. Ya wann'em, they're in the kitchen with me. 

Oh! and I've got a batch cooking now if you wanna decorate your own.

[He turns off the feed, content his job was done and turns to the iPod dock he'd dragged in from his room. Inappropriate music ahoy.]m
[identity profile] 1ofyour5aday.livejournal.com
[The video comes on, and shows a  scared and worried Elphaba; she looks like she wants to cry, and for anyone paying attention they may see the top of Wallaces faceless head in her lap]

I-I need help, Wallace isn't..h-he isn't awake, he's not even alive I don't think..he doesn't have a face, it's gone, he's just gone..

[The more she says the more her voice seems to quaver, the tears in her eyes threatening to spill over]

Please, just, someone, anyone

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