[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] big-bang-blue.livejournal.com
[The power flickers on to show a very proud and yet tired Megamind as he beams a smile. Tiny blue lights flicker in the background and arcs of raw electricity lick from the copper coils that he made from the previous generator that moves in a radial power.]

HA! SUCCESS! Who's the man now, Doc-tor!? I WON!

[He leans on the wall while he wipes the sweat off his brow and a small radio glows just to the side playing this song.]

Not exactly the first song that I would have chosen but hey, it's music! Ciao-ciao all!

[The feed cuts off but the music is still playing.]
[identity profile] lone-defender.livejournal.com
[It's probably not surprising at the moment that the feed cuts in with a shriek and a crash. And violent shaking, as the phone is carried along with Rose crashing into a wall. The image of the camera should reveal that it's just below where a wicked looking curved blade is embedded into the wall. It will also provide a brief glimpse of something large and looming as she pushes herself up to her feet once more and takes off running down the hallway.

Some of the boards creak ominously, and in the glimpses the blackberry grants behind her, the figure is still present in the gloom of the mansion, following after her with eerie effortlessness. Rose seems to spot something as she's running, and suddenly she'd diving forward, no longer running but jumping--well,
swinging--down through a hole in the floor and then rolling at a dizzying angle along the floor.

When the communicator finally settles, Rose pushes herself up to a crouch and stares up at the ceiling in the distance for a moment, before turning back to the phone.]


Doctor...Doctor can you bring the TARDIS here? I'm on the...second floor, but I can't seem t'make it to the TARDIS. Every time I try that...thing shows up. [After a pause, she adds] I don't suppose anyone's found anything that'll stop it? Or...slow it down?
andsuddenlydynamite: ([injured] Man down)
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[After one thing gone wrong after another, after the stress of dealing with Belphegor and his room being blown up, he had gone on a 4 pack-a-day smoking binge. And now he has been out of cigarettes for the past few days. Being in the throws of nicotine withdrawal had made him restless, and unable to sleep properly. Of course sleeping on the floor of his burnt room probably didn't help either, but he was too stubborn to accept any of the rooms offered to him.

So the sooty teenager is snoozing at the kitchen table looking slightly paler then usual. He's got his glasses with him, but one lens is cracked, and a lighter in his hands.
]
[identity profile] mr-plot-bunny.livejournal.com
[Cut for language. )

[OOC note: He'll be hard to find for tonight - he's thumping around in the Super Sekrit Sub-Basement where the generator was... starting tomorrow he'll be grumping around the garden and Manor. ALSO BUNNY TAGS MAY BE SLOW as Mod-in-charge-of-the-rabbit is having ten hour work days until Wed., but will try to get them as soon as possible!]
[identity profile] burning-prince.livejournal.com
[The Blackberry is apparently recording from the floor, angled up to get a good feed of the edge of the bed. Someone dressed in white climbs off said bed, and a hoarse voice grumbles.]

Hello? Uncle? [More quietly.] What kind of place is this…?

[The person nearly steps on the Blackberry, and leans down, peering at it, giving it a good view of his face, scar, and golden eyes. Then he straightens, apparently dismissing the device from mind.]

Uncle, where are you? You better not be wasting time playing Pai Sho again or something…

[The teenager moves out of the camera’s frame; there’s the sound of footsteps, and then a door opens and closes. The camera continues to run for a minute or two, before flickering out.]


-----


Zuko warily stepped into the hall outside the room, glancing in both directions as he pulled the door shut behind him. The flickering lights overhead were a nuisance, and the dust teased his nose obnoxiously. What sort of filthy hovel was this? Had he fallen unconscious or something, and forced Uncle Iroh to drag him to shore? The thought was somewhat humiliating, but it seemed the most plausible explanation for waking up in this strange place.

It didn't explain why Uncle was nowhere in sight, however.

To his right the hall ended in a dead end, but to the left he could see a set of stairs; he turned and made his way towards them, listening for any sign of another's presence. "Uncle?" he called out, but not too loudly, not willing to draw too much attention to himself in this strange place, in case Uncle wasn't the nearest person at hand.
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[personal profile] andsuddenlydynamite
[Hayato comes on the screen looking rather bored. He's in his room... which was a dump before, now it' more of a decaying dump. He's feeling RIGHT at home now. Well, it was time for his 'good samaritan deed of the year...]

Oi, in the last plot, someone from my world came here. His name is Belphegor. He's a blonde with a little princess tiara. He's got a piss-ass annoying laugh and smiles like an ass hole all the time.

[He takes an irritated drag of his cigarette]

He's mostly...kinds... harmless... sorta. Just don't... like... bleed in front of him. He's a total freak... and don't make him bleed either... y'know what... just don't talk to him. He's a sick little fuck. But if he does y'know... give you trouble, just give me a call... I'll put him back in his place.
[identity profile] eugene-watson.livejournal.com
[The feed comes on with Eugene holding a clipboard and a pen and standing in the middle of the main encampment.]

Okay, I think we should take a head count for survivors. What I have gathered is that two are missing. Please respond so I can mark you as present.

[He's half expecting some snark in response but that's part of the job.]
[identity profile] junior-cop.livejournal.com
[Tom doesn't exactly look like he's in the happiest of moods and his nachos are floating around. Some of them randomly hitting him on the face. On the view screen, there's an old movie that he was watching. Now he's fighting to keep from landing on something hard in case gravity returns.]

Funny. Ha ha. Okay, who shut off the gravity?

[The gravity comes back on and he falls face first on the floor, nachos dropping from the air in a messy heap.]

Great.
[identity profile] an-adoring-wife.livejournal.com
[Lucy is freaking out more than a little. She does not like space. At all.

Her last experience of the stars did not end well for her.

If anyone sees her around she';; be very pale, very on edge, and if there's a window nearby then the chances are she'll be trembling.

Feel free to ask her why she looks like she's about to have a nervous breakdown!]
[identity profile] lone-defender.livejournal.com
[It shouldn't be much of a surprise to anyone who actually knows Rose that upon finding the observation bay, that's where she's staying, looking out at the expanse of stars and galaxies and colors everywhere in sight. It's gorgeous to her, and judging by her grin she's clearly enjoying staring out at them for the moment.

Feel free to join or harass her about it.]
[identity profile] whitestlie.livejournal.com
[A week of waiting had been enough. Near had see how the epidemic had subsided just as quickly as it had come, and all over the course of exactly one week, just as he was told. The event itself paved way for other advantages as well. Near did not have to worry about any sort of physical threats due to everyone else falling ill, and since those who did not succumb to the sickness were kind enough to help strangers, he was able to secure a decent amount of food and water to last a good while. The new change in scenery, signifying the start of a new plot, settles it. Those stories were true. Only a few extra details and inconsistencies remain to be cross-checked for validity.

Aside from that, Near must now start focusing on two other important issues. One, finding means of maintaining safety in case anything goes wrong. Two, finding means to return home.]


Good morning.

I have a few questions and requests for anyone who is able and willing to fulfill them. Please listen to the feed in it's entirety, although it is not necessary to satisfy every condition or answer every question. Any input is valuable. [Not really, but it sounds professional to say.]

First, I am aware that a map of the house exists and would like to request a copy. I understand that it might not be useful at this very moment given the restructuring our "home," but it would be helpful for future reference. Also, the security system here is questionable. Does the house provide security cameras or spare locks? If so, I would like to know how to acquire some. On that note, how are crimes regulated around here, if they are regulated at all? For those who are familiar with this place, I have other questions regarding the Author, any possible way to reach her, the plots, and this phone. For those who believe they have been here the longest, I would like to know the approximate length of time of your residence. If you are someone who has managed to get sent back home at least once before or someone who has died, either at the house or elsewhere, or someone with abilities, such as magic, beyond the scope of the average human's physical capabilities, I would like to ask you a few questions as well. If you are unsure of what constitutes "average," I will gladly clarify. [There is the sound of movement followed by brief silence.] Hmm, I see that we are now in space. [He doesn't sound at all affected by this new revelation.] Is anyone here familiar with this kind of setting?

Well, in any case, one last thing, I would like someone to help me take care of a few tasks. It may take awhile, but your help would be greatly appreciated.

That is all. Thank you for your time.

[Private to Black Jack] )

[identity profile] 7forsecrets.livejournal.com
[She'd been ... alarmed and annoyed by the onset of the illness - she'd never BEEN ill before barring some unpleasantness when some brilliant soul had tried to poison her.]

[And as per how she normally handled things physically wrong, she'd ignored it and prepared to wait it out and avoid letting on that anything was off.]

[That was shot a little to Hell when she was en route to the kitchen, attempting to keep a normal routine...]

[And suddenly the world and gravity seemed to decide to no longer point up consistently, but rather spin out like a busted gyroscope, leaving her collapsed in a heap in the hallway near the kitchen, her balance abruptly devoured by vertigo and an attack of weakness.]

[She was still recovering from what, by now, looked like the distant aftermath of a nasty fight with someone with a sword, although to judge by her healing injuries it should've been months ago and not last week...]
[identity profile] 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.]
andsuddenlydynamite: ([injured] Man down)
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[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
]
[identity profile] lone-defender.livejournal.com
[So...those Good Drugs haven't completely missed Rose. And in the true style of a teenager with already terrible dubious taste tossed in with a lack of any perceivable inhibitions?

People on the main floor...or near their Blackberries...will start to hear music.

Music and singing, that is shamelessly exactly like this. Complete with the dancing and the occasional back up dancer. Minus the changing clothes and magic scenery, at least.

If that's really any help.]
[identity profile] didlookback.livejournal.com
[The camera shows Roxanne in her room. Her blue room. Seriously, she had enough blue in her life as it is, not that she doesn't like the color. But that's isn't important right now. She smiles to the camera, it's a professional smile, almost the same smile she gives at every report she's ever done.]

Hello.

You've proabably seen me around over the last week and while some of you have met me, I'll finally introduce myself properly.

My name is Roxanne Ritchi and I'm a news reporter from Metro City, Michigan, USA.

Nice to meet you, under the circumstances.
[identity profile] didlookback.livejournal.com
[As Roxanne steps out of her room, she glances at her name on the door. Did they really think they needed to label her room? As she looks at the other room across from her, she finds other doors with names on them. She wonders if there are really other people in the rooms, or if whoever kidnapped her is preparing for future kidnappings. Wouldn't hurt to check if there are other victims like herself, right? Then she will call for for help from the handy blackberry her kidnapper was dumb enough to leave her.]

[ooc: feel free to bump into her in the halls.]
[identity profile] 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?
[identity profile] truehappyending.livejournal.com
[Giselle had tried her hardest to make friends with these creatures, but it appeared they were having none of it. So instead she ran as fast as she could of, but shamefully she didn't work much for the poor girl as she was already bloodied and bitten and slightly numb from the attack one of the dinosaurs had done. She had managed though to turn on the blackberry which thankfully she was carrying at the time, the camera clearly showing just how much she had been attacked as she still kept her sweet and polite smile behind the numbness and pain.]

I need some help. I tried so hard to get the dinosaurs to understand about what they were doing, but I failed.

[Her smile fades at that... she couldn't help with these creatures and didn't understand why, the poor things had to be hurt because they were attacking.]

I don't know where I am exactly, I can't see very well now.

[As soon as she had spoken there was a roar in the background as the blackberry fell to the floor, Giselle had blacked out from the pain as she laid out cold in front of the blackberry as it continued to record.]

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