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...So, I'm back here, am I? [Tris smiles faintly into the Blackberry- she looks older than the last time she was on video, and, perhaps more shockingly, she looks thin, even gaunt. Her hair's loose, too, not braided.] It's been a few years for me.

Are Saguru and Spade still here, by any chance?

stalking_horse

[On one of the upper walkways of the village, Saguru has found a place near one of the low tables with the feast spread; he's ... well, sort of trying to stay out of traffic and watch, holding a "mug" made out of some kind of hollowed out gourd or plant, giving the contents occasional odd looks.]

[He's occasionally wandering a little - still trying to avoid the main traffic of tiny fuzzy things, but looking around for other "residents" in between investigating the food and picking up a little bit of different things here and there; he's not entirely hesitant, though he does seem a little...well, lost.]

Strangest Thanksgiving she could've come up with.

[No, he is not that genre savvy on this one.]

whitebrother

[Those in the camp may notice an extra tent that wasn't there before. There's no sign of life in it for a long time, but finally someone emerges from it. A very tall man that looks exceedingly pale and... dusty. Like he hasn't seen sunlight in a long time. A theory supported by the way he had to quickly bring his hand up to shield his eyes from the desert sun, and yet could still barely manage to open his eyes from the light. After standing like that for a moment, his legs buckle and he collapses into a sitting position with a thump. And yet he's smiling. Despite apparently being weak enough he can't even stand for very long he's grinning like an idiot.]

[His eyes might be having trouble adjusting to how bright it is but he can at least tell he's not alone.] Hello? [His voice is raspy, like he hasn't spoken for a long time. Those not fairly close by wouldn't be able to hear him at all. He seems to realize this, as instead of trying to talk again he just sits and waits for someone to come closer.]

mews

[The video feed goes on, and the first noticeable thing about this particular post to the network is that the user is not holding the phone. In fact, the poster's arms and hands are clearly in view. The poster is also floating upside down. Along with what looks like several floating frying pans, kettles and cans of food from the kitchen—the only hint as to where this chaos is occurring.]

Mew....?

[A pink glow can be seen around the phone. The view shifts, and the odd pink feline looking creature is finally right side up. Or maybe, the both the phone and Mew are upside down. It's difficult to tell from the other end of the phone.]

....Mew~!

[Now it both looks and sounds distinctly amused, as though Mew finds giving the residents of the Manor vertigo funny. A menacing metallic object looms into view then (which the astute observer would identify as the tines of a fork) and the feed abruptly goes off in the midst of a giggling fit!]

ilikekneesocks

[Blade isn't happy. No he's not. He was kind of in the middle of something before everything went all crazy. And now he's in some kind of palace where the guards and serving girls all talk gibberish.]

I don't give a damn where I am. Just tell me how to get back to the Black Spot.

[He's holding the Blackberry in his free hand while he's lifting up one of the palace guards by the scruff of his clothes.]

Now you have two seconds to give me the answer I want or you're not going to have the chance to see what I will do to the next guy I come across.

mr_plot_bunny

[This morning, you might notice a few things missing.]

[Like the giant elephants you were just riding. Also the guides, and most of the supplies. The tents the players were in are undisturbed, as was anything close enough to the tent to risk waking people up, but the guides and anything they could grab is gone, like ninjas in the night.]

[In the space where their camp was, there's an overturned basket.]

[A basket that is currently swearing a red streak in a rather familiar voice.]

[Yeah. The Bunny's been ditched too.]

[Want to go bother him?]

((OOC Note: For all that he's going to be his usual charming self, the Bunny DOES know about what direction to be going to get out of the jungle. He's still got the usual protection against players, although anyone that tries to harm/physically harass him will only be nerfed into a small cute helpless thing until Monday morning. Multiple threads and Schrodinger timeline with the bunny is quite alright, and with the permission of other parties threadjacking is possible here!))

pineapple_fairy

[The feed comes on to the ~~pineapple~~ back of Mukuro's head. He appears to just be leisurely sitting outside, occasionally the flipping of pages can be heard. It isn't until he leans back that he notices the device on. He takes it, smiling pleasantly at the screen. Both eyes blue, and simply in his t-shirt and pants. His coat, gloves, and shoes discarded off to the side in favor of enjoying the nice day.]

I beg your pardons, but has anyone besides myself got the feeling that they have forgotten something? Perhaps it's simply my imagination.

[He gives a little nonchalant shrug]

I thank you for your time.

[and he cuts the feed]

caseofthetruth

[Naoto is holding her Blackberry, having turned in on intentionally as it soon passes over a very... doll like dress that was laying across the bed.]

I assure you that I don't remember this being in my wardrobe yesterday and with the fact that I am currently missing a few furnishings, I believe I can say that the author has come up with something new. Though I am curious as to why a doll theme though.

pineapple_fairy

[The feed comes on at a upward angle, catching the familiar visage of the resident illusionist, Rokudo Mukuro. He doesn't appear to be particularly aware that's he's being recorded, simply reading something leisurely in the library. Nothing happens for a few moments, but then... some almost comical-looking cat can be seen floating in the distant background, followed by an assortment of other random objects that come and vanish at random.

Without so much as blinking, or bothering to stop reading his book, the kanji numeral in his eye switched from a six to a one, and the cat suddenly contorts into some kind of scaly lizard-like abomination and rushes at something off-screen. A little child's yelp in surprise can be heard as can the scampering of little feet.

Mukuro casually turns the page in his book before boredly chastising the other member int he room.]

How many times have I told you, don't use illusions in the house unless you are sure your illusions are stronger than those in the vicinity. It is unwise to give up your perception so carelessly.

[After another moment he seems to notice the flashing light of the blackberry and glances over, there's a brief smile and he cuts the feed before going back to his book.]

pineapple_fairy

[And whatever you all were doing it is no longer important because Mukuro is on the screen, looking mighty irritated. Well... at least as irritated as he CAN look... which, given his perpetual smile, comes off as being more perturbed than irate. However, that doesn't matter, something is at hand that needs to dealt with immediately and he doesn't have time for pleasantries.]

Judging by the other feeds I assume it is safe to say a bit of a swap of abilities has been done.

[He leans forward to the screen intently, his smile becoming just a hint harsher]

I need to know who has the first path of hell. You will know who you are. It is imperative to a dear friend of mine's life that I teach you how to utilize it.

[He starts to turn as goes to shut the feed off but pauses giving a brief glance at the blackberry for one more moment- his expression unusually serious.]

...and as for those of you that encountered me the other week, I think it is best for all parties, that it be forgotten.

[and he clicks the feed off.]

caseofthetruth.livejournal.com

[Naoto had only just managed to switch this communicator on as she sat at her desk, hand on her head as she didn't overly great.]

I apologize for being a nuisance, but I don't think I'd be able to get from here to the kitchen without at least once passing out from the pain.

[She leant over slightly on the table, hand still firmly in place on her head.]

I'm asking if anyone would be so kind as to find some pain killers?

psychic-labrat.livejournal.com

*silence. That was the first thing he noticed when he woke up. Panic fluttered in his belly before he could stop it, and he lays in bed for several minutes telling himself to breathe. Very slowly he focuses and starts to notice other things, like that he's no longer underwater and has legs again. He spends another few minutes wiggling his toes and shifting the muscles in his legs, reassuring himself that nothing was physically changed as well. No paralysis, no fins. He was himself, except for the mind-numbing silence.

He breathes for some time more until he feels that he can function without falling into the panic beating at the back of his mind. He remembers the last time this happened. People were here. He just needed to reach out to them.

Sitting up finally, Charles reached for his blackberry and posted a message on the network.*

Good morning, everyone. I'm going to assume others have been affected as well. Do you mind if I ask what you've been afflicted with?

*that done, he turns to see if Erik is awake, kind of hoping that he didn't see Charles's panic attack*

was_a_hunter

[Sitting in the Parlor, Mary was mildly surprised by the decorations she saw. She'd completely forgotten about her birthday; the author apparently hadn't though. The decorations were in shades of pink and light purple, streamers and balloons littering the room. the best thing though was the white and pink cake in the middle of the room 'Happy Birthday' written in elegant letters in the middle of the cake.

She may not know the author, but she was touched that the day hadn't passed with no recognition. If she was to understand things, she wasn't even supposed to even have a twenty ninth birthday. She may not be at home, but Mary was counting her blessings that she was able to see it at all. Taking a seat by the cake, she looked around the room, simply in awe at all that was done for her. Some people may say that it wasn't much, but she hadn't even been expecting someone to know what day it was.]

This is far nicer than anything I expected today...Thank you.

[She wasn't sure if the author would even hear her, but there was no reason to be rude and not thank her for this lovely gift.]

lovestartsat0.livejournal.com

[It was hard to miss the talk over the network about the recent snowfall. Of course, waking up to that gentle silence that snow brought with it was enough indication that the landscape of the mansion had changed to a more seasonally-appropriate outlook.]

[Ran couldn't help but be a little excited. Tokyo rarely got snow, unless it was having an unseasonably cold year. Typically she would have to travel a little up north and west-to Osaka, for example-in order to enjoy any type of snow-related recreation.]

[But there was snow! A rare occurrence that Ran wasn't about to take for granted. She snuck into the kitchen once it was empty. She needed to spend some time to better acquaint herself with the layout, and see just how well the pantry was stocked.]

[...she had to admit, she was impressed! All the ingredients she needed were available to her in perfect view, along with several ingredients she wasn't all that familiar with. This had potential!]

Well then, it's not getting any warmer outside...! [Ran rolled up her sleeves and set to work by the stove. She had solid bars of milk chocolate, a gallon of milk, some cinnamon sticks, and a bag of marshmallows ready and waiting.]

This will be loads better than any instant mix! [Ran smiled as she stirred the milk to keep it from burning on the bottom of the bot.] This'll be a nice treat for everyone~!

bovinemafioso.livejournal.com

*After a week had past and he still didn't go back home, Lambo was starting to worry. The family was still trying to rebuild from the disaster that happened and they didn't need the stress of one of their members missing. This was too much like what had happened before. He wondered if his younger self was stuck in the future again. Though, he wasn't the only one stuck <i>here</i> if Gokudera was to be believed, so....

Recognizing that there was little he could do about it until he found more information, Lambo was just trying to get used to the place he was in. It was quiet, mostly. After all the animals went away and he was once again himself the teen was a little unnerved that there weren't the customary amount of fights and explosions he was used to.

However, on the bright side, this was a very nice kitchen and he was very hungry. Cooking wasn't so hard, he's seen the others do it often. Even Bianchi, after she stopped trying to attack him all the time.

So he's pulling out a pan and a box of pancake mix and is going to attempt to make himself breakfast. Beware.*

((For the sake of keeping from cluttering up everyone's feeds I'm just going to start a thread with all of my characters on this post. Please, feel free to tag either of them. Interactions can be in person, or over the blackberries if your muses prefer to call mine for whatever reason. Go nuts~))

caseofthetruth.livejournal.com

[Naoto had never though of the author doing something such as what she has. Waking up with the ability to flap her wings and fly was one thing, although she found that to be a little odd in the first place, but when she looked in the mirror and saw what she looked like was rather surprising to say the least. It made getting places a lot harder, but since then she had managed to use the ventilation shafts to get around in. There was always an advantage to being small after all.

Using Gust, an attack which took her a moment or two to figure out she had finally made her way out and into one of the many hallways.]

It appears that if my calculations are correct, I'm not the only one who had been affected by this... sudden change in appearance. I will wa...I mean fly around and try and find out just what is going on.

[She flaps her wings as she sets off around the halls, trying to find anyone to talk to and investigate.]

hearsthesilence.livejournal.com

[He looked out of the hotel window where he'd woken up. It was nice, fairly high-class, which suited him just fine. Despite the fact he was definitely not where he fell asleep, he's seemingly unruffled. Actually, he's finding the prospect of being kidnapped... almost amusing. Or at least, that's what it would look like.

He pulls back the curtain, and looks out across the street, taking in the architeture, and using that to get his bearings better than the festival.] Munich, Germany, if I'm not mistaken.

[He looks back at the the blackberry] But the date is different from that of the festival that appears to be in progress. That leaves me with two possible conclusions. And seeing as I doubt that Germany would celebrate one of their most well-known and widely travelled for festivals belatedly... This is not the real Germany.

Commendations on the attempt though.

[OOC: I'll reply to comments tomorrow when I ~~finally~~ get home <3]

lovestartsat0.livejournal.com

[The Blackberry displays a bit of interference when Ran switches it on for the first time. The girl appears, taking a tentative nibble out of her soft pretzel, salted and glistening with butter. She looks like she's about to comment to whoever is out there watching, but her eyes blink in surprise and she looks at the pretzel]

Wow, this is really good! [She looks over her shoulder, back at the pretzel stand with the burly German merchant, and then to the left off-screen.]

...but really salty. I wonder if they have any drinks that actually quench your thirst...[Flatstare] Though I bet father would be swimming in beer if he were here...

[Oh wait! The Blackberry's still on! A worried Ran looks back to her Blackberry screen.]

Say, if any of you see a little boy wandering around--with glasses, talks a lot, very curious--could you let me know? I don't want him wandering too far.

Thank you!

misamisa-dn.livejournal.com

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[ Misa doesn't remember committing suicide --- nor does she remember ever leaving the manor. So right now, she was very confused that she just woke up one morning wearing a nurse uniform. Another strange thing she noticed was that when she accidentally cut her finger, she knew exactly what to do.

The regular Misa wouldn't know how to dress the wound. So when she finished and began admiring her own handiwork, she knew that something was definitely wrong. Since Misa thinks that it is still JULY she doesn't know what all this means. So the first thing she does was get her communicator.

The feed started with the blonde idol frowning with one hand on her hip. She was not happy. Very not happy. But at least there was life back in her eyes. They were different from the lifeless eyes that used to stare at people after Light disappeared from the manor. ]

Hey! What is going on here?!

Who... took off Misa's clothes and made me wear ---- this tacky thing?

[ She directs the camera to her closet --- and revealed that all her clothes were exchanged for 'tacky' nurse uniforms. She also tries to take off the nurse cap on her head, but it simply wouldn't. It was stuck. ] Misa's cute clothes are gone!

---and Misa can tell the difference between a femur and a humerus!

[ She suddenly screams and stomped her foot. ] Misa doesn't care! Misa wants to be cute again!

finalarbiter.livejournal.com

[You'd be surprised by how far Light has come since his last stay at the Manor. When he wakes up and finds himself not at home, even though is first instinct is to throw something against the wall, and vent his steel dissolving malice outwardly, he doesn't. See, instead of making a public spectacle out of himself--because damn it, that's exactly what the Author wants, and Light refuses to give her that kind of satisfaction--Light has settled in quietly, after checking and rechecking that his Blackberry isn't broadcasting anything.

An hour or so later, he has made his way down to the kitchen (pointedly ignoring all the food and drink already laid out on the table) where he busies himself with making a cup of green tea. In fact, he's the very epitome of zen. Except after taking a deliberately calm sip, Light sets the cup down a little too forcefully. Tea sloshes over the rim making a small puddle on the counter.]

....

[After shooting a poisonous glare at the spot as though it's the tea's fault for spilling itself, Light wipes up the mess with a kitchen towel, picks the teacup back up, and turns to leave.]

((Feel free to bother princess here! I'm busy until the weekend, so replies will come then <3))

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