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[Hey, Badfic, there's a kitty face on screen. Said kitty is nuzzling and licking at the camera.]

Chloe, what are you doing~?

[There's a rustling before the kitten is picked up, Mary's smiling face appearing a moment after.]

I guess someone's feeling better.

Does anyone want anything to eat? I was going to make something for Chloe and myself, so if anyone wants something, feel free to come to the kitchen.

notkinkypatch

If I can get a normal goddamn sized cigarette, I'll never make fun of midgets ever again. Until three p.m. Tuesday.
[Badou's voice is that usual mix of teenage girl whine and pessimistic dismissal. The voice of a man hardened by the war of attempting to climb up the shitter and not plummet to his flushing.] A fuckin tactical Arnold maneuver across enemy shit lines just for grub, all because of some shitty brat's height an tit issues.

[There's noticeable disconcerting sounds in the background of Badou's last will and testament: the pitter patter of little disease carrying feet across linoleum, the rustling of food being pilfered by whiskered little bastards, and of course the constant wheeze of Badou's anxiety.]
Back home, I used to try an get the roaches to pull a Jesus across Holy Water...That lolicon bastard never told me Karma would bite my ass this hard. He just bitched 'bout ash stains on the shitty carpet that were totally those old hags' stains. You know old folks can't keep track of their stains for shit.

[Have a shaky, put upon sigh. Where is his goddamn meat shield when he needs it?] If I don't make it back with at least a goddamn poptart crumb, mama bear can have my lighter collection, least you can light up some fuckers...that pony-tailed cocktease can have my eyepatch. Finally get a goddamn boyfriend an stop abusin' innocent gingers. Aidin' in kinky shit'll look good on my heaven resume. An if Slim Jim ever gets his stanky ass back here, tell him he owes me child support. Dickhole.

[The distinct sound of footsteps, his reluctant, slow steps, sound as he approaches his doom- if, y'know, no one saves his beautimous ass out of the kindness of their soft, yet hard boiled hearts. Finally, just before the audio cuts off, we have this gem:]

MooOOOTHERFUCK, GET THAT ANTENAE OUTTA THERE! DIDN'T YOUR MAMA TEACH YOU IN THE FIVE DAYS OF HER LIFE NOT TO STICK THOSE DISEASE CARRYIN' COP A FEEL WHISKERS IN PEOPLE'S NONO SQUARES? RUDE ASS!

inordertobelieve

[He's sitting in his room, staring out the window at the turkeys. For a moment it remains completely unclear whether this video post is accidental or intentional, but then Mikami turns toward the screen.]

Has anybody ever given the age of the Author further thought? Upon arrival I was told she was a teenage girl and once a letter she send to the plot bunny indicated her taking exams in what I think could be a version of junior high school.

Since then, close to two years have passed, but the Author has not shown any more maturity in her patterns of action at all.

[Referring to these aggressive turkeys out there. Was that supposed to be thanksgiving mood? Her ideas still seemed as childlike as ever.]

Which leads me to the question of how her time flow works. Up to now, I had assumed her time was the same as the time here, seeing her little mentions of private life, if there were any, matched the season... But I'm not sure if I can believe she aged at all.

Naturally, it could just be part of her personality, but I still believe any information or theory about her is valuable.

[He's holding on to tiny straws here, for sure, but it's at least something. Thinking is better than doing nothing. It might not have gotten him anywhere over all the past years, but he won't stop trying.]

was_a_hunter

[Holding her hand against a gash in her arm, Mary's moving through the fog blindly, trying to ignore the blood dripping onto the ground, providing a decent enough trail to anyone curious enough to follow it. When she's safe, she can find a way to wrap it...but there lies the problem. No where is safe right now. Even the shop that she'd tried to take refuge in had been occupied by something less than friendly, all sharp teeth and claws.

Anyone close enough to her will notice the large knife held in her free hand. If they get too close, it may end up in their neck...in this place you couldn't take any chances. She remembered it well and knew to not make too much noise, that was the only thing keeping her from calling to check in with Dean and anyone else she was close to.

There was a small part of her that was enjoying this. The familiarity and the release of using your skills to their fullest, but this wasn't her life anymore. She'd worked hard to keep things that way, but the manor was determined to ruin that choice.]

ocd_reaper

[There's a loud crash of trash cans falling over as the feed comes on. Kid's face shows that he's clearly scared out of his wits as he struggles to maintain his balance on Beelzebub and keep going. He's breathing hard and sweating, as if he's been fleeing for quite some time.]

I know someone posted this up, but are we sure it's not just incredibly poor timing for the author to bring some of these people here? There's no way Asura can't be--

[Something off-screen causes Kid to cut himself off mid-sentence, and he banks a hard right. However, he overcompensates and ends up crashing against the wall of the alley he's in. The communicator goes flying, landing a few feet away and giving a sideways view of Kid pushing himself upright with a man in a red pinstripe suit completely covered in bandages standing over him.]

[Kid shakes as he stares up at the man, knowing this form from before he'd arrived at the manor.]

It's not real. It's just a hallucination. It's not real. It's just a halluci--

[His hand flies to his throat and starts working on trying to crush his own windpipe. Kid's lost in an illusion of Asura choking him, not realizing that the hallucination is forcing him to choke himself.]

has_a_phd_in_teddybear

[If you go down to the woods today, or just anywhere around the lake area, you'll find someone out a-hunting with a hand-made looking blade in hand. Dean's taking this plot a little too well, now covered in blood and mud. Not all too unlike when he'd first appeared in the manor, actually.

He'd roamed around town for a few days, and tried to find some of the most active spots. And this is it, for him. It's all too reminiscent of where he'd spent the year in purgatory... and he likes it a little bit. okay, maybe more than a little bit. Out here, he easily gets lost in the flashbacks as he fights alongside them, the trees, the monsters, everything. It's all similar enough for him to forget about that 'struggling to adjust' thing and just get lost in the memories of the past year; reminisce on the purity of it. Probably not a healthy thing to do. He doesn't care.

As the foliage rustles behind him, his hand grips around the bone handle and he turns to face whatever it is. The corner of his lips turn up in anticipation.]

Bring it on.

[He's far from done yet as the last body by his feet turn to ash. And possibly the only one kind of enjoying this week.]

mr_plot_bunny

Oh for the love of...

[Yes, that is a ... to some familiar small grey rabbit, sitting in a hutch, with a little eyepatch and tiny pirate costume. He looks absolutely THRILLED. By which I mean if pure hate could be a destructive force on its own he'd probably be Bunny, Ender of Worlds.]

Okay. Do ANY of you people not know how trick or treating works? Halloween, costumes, kids get candy?

Because apparently we're supposed to do something nice if you play along. Don't ask me, I just live here.

Oh, also something about "tricks" and "rules" and something if people don't play by the holiday.

You'd think I'd at least get some booze to go with this getup...

bf_supporting_cast

[When this week started, you may have noticed a schedule somewhere around your room, and that somewhere on there was an appointment.]

[And if that appointment is this week, then you'd find yourself at the door whether you actually intentionally went or not, with nice concerned staff being encouraging about the appointment!]

[The office is well lit, with plants and bookshelves, a desk, and some comfortable chairs, although at least she had enough taste to skip the cliche leather couch - small blessings. There's a pitcher of ice water with glasses on a coffee table, easily reached from the chairs. There's bright, sunny windows, and the doctor is pretty much the most nondescript thin guy with glasses and brown hair; there's a file on the desk in front of him. If you're someone fairly stable and all, it's probably thin...]

[Who're we kidding, most of you that show up probably have novels.]

[The doctor stands up as you come in, waving to one of the chairs.]

Come in, come in, make yourself comfortable.

((OOC note: This is a bit of an opt-in. Everyone will have an appointment listed; if you want a therapist meeting, it'll be scheduled this week - if not, it'll show up as next week, and if you want to make your character's life difficult/feel like picking on them, it'll be the week after next.))

ocd_reaper

[Kid looks pretty good in a cowboy outfit modeled after his usual suit. He's also wearing a cowboy hat under protest since it's not perfectly symmetrical, but the author insists that he wears it. (He really hates her.)]

Might as well get a look at how things have changed. [He holds out a hand.] Beelzebub.

[Shadows come pouring out to form a shape. However, rather than the usual skateboard, Beelzebub has taken the form of a horse so black it might as well be a 3D ink spot. The tack is also black with bits of silver and a skull design on each side of the halter near where a bit would be.]

...Rather appropriate, actually.

[He swings himself up into the saddle and leads the horse off to go explore.]

andsuddenlydynamite

[Anyone who ventured into the parlor today will find the charred remains of one of the Author's usual birthday set-ups, cake was gone, the 'happy birthday Hayato' banner singed and blackened. The room basically decimated. Hope none of you were intending to do something there today. Gokudera loathed his birthday, and seeing a bunch of gaudy shit to celebrate it just made his usual shitty mood... well, more shitty. It sucked sharing a birthday with the anniversary of his mother's death. So he solved the problem like he solved most problems. Blew it up and went to sulk about it outside.

He found a nice apple tree to sit in, and for the sake of entertainment had gathered a bunch of rotten apples just in case he happened to find anyone he didn't like wandering underneath the tree.]

was_a_hunter

[Mary (In Badou's body) doesn't even realize she's being recorded. There's a towel draped around the hips of her current body, a sheen of water signalling that she just got out of a shower.]

If I'm never a man again, it will be too soon...

[She'll never complain about woman problems again. No matter what she went through, it had nothing on being a man...freaking body had a mind of it's own.]

If this goes on much longer, Badou might be missing a vital part when he gets his body back...

notkinkypatch

[Badou has taken this past event in stride; which means mourning the half interested jailbait and giving his young impressionable and (sometimes) muscle-y charges countless wise lectures on life, liberty, and proper ways to access-]

The condom club! Listen up you sweet an sour assmunches, one day you'll rue the day you didn't heed Mr. Nails' awesome advice- 'specially when you get three little brats hangin' off your teats fer eighteen years. Anyway; writin, readin, arhythumtickin, an the condom club'll getcha far in life.[The feed chugs along as he paces, chewing on the end of his cigarette all the while and oblivious to the spit ball carnage happening to his ass and the back of his shirt. They've got good aim.]

Whip it out, piss in a cup, an your member is a member fer life. When your frothin' loins call out to each other wantonly durin' prom, very few of you'll get herpes or babies. Oh an ladies, you've got the same shpiel, but more hooter shit. [Badou turns to face his audience, of whom display a varying degree of confusion, disgust, and arousal, then takes a soothing pull from his blessed cigarette, pleased as punch with himself for NOT saying anything that could be deemed sexual harassment. For once.] Questions? Comments? Concer- no, Nezbit, put your goddamn hand down, I'm bout to put a detention slip up your ass, for the love of God, no, bad, sit. Yeah, /you/, what do you want?

Mister Nails, this is a health class. The unit was supposed to cover the toxicity and dangers of drugs and alcohol. Sexual education was last week and we all will spend the rest of our lives purging that from our memories. Also, you're exposing us to harmful second hand smoke. Again.

[All the brave soul receives for his trouble is a snort and the finger.] You're bout to be exposed to my foot in your asshole in a minute, how's that? Smoke is good fer you, builds character, an only communists believe that bullshit. Any other smartasses wanna go a round? I'll take you down to china town-

[When a particularly large (GARGANTUAN) young man in a letterman jacket stands and starts to make his way up the row of desks, Badou lets out a squawk, accuses the 'crew' of mutiny, and ducks behind his desk] EXCEPT YOU, SCOTTY, DID I EVER TELL YOU THAT YOU'RE A FIREWORK? AN MY FAVORITE? YOUR SPONTANEOUS MUSCLE TWITCHES DURIN CLASS MAKE ME SO ENVIOUS.

[The class bursts into laughter as 'Scotty' merely takes the bathroom pass, gives Badou the stink eye, then leaves. Just as the coast is clear and Badou emerges to straighten his knotted tie, a softball smacks him in the eye, sending him and his eyepatch reeling]

MOOOTHERFUCK! WHY THE FUCK ARE THEY CALLED SOFT, THOSE AIN'T FLACCID AT ALL! WHO DID THAT, I'M GONNA-

TAKE A POTTY BREAK! [He storms out, the sound of his student's advise haunting him like a taco bell el grande]

Don't forget to wipe! That's the most important act of the day!

I'M GONNA ACT YOUR....AW SHUDDAP! [He bellows, lower lip wobbling pathetically, and the feed catches his rendition of Ginger Vs. The Water Fountain just before it cuts off.]

ocd_reaper

[Kid is in the library during study hall. He's lost most of his powers, but he still possesses his Soul Perception along with the hazy thought that, well, he shouldn't be here for some strange reason.]

[Also, yes, he's the OCD resident nerd. And he's just sitting out there, waiting to be bothered. Well, not really waiting, but he's a prime target nonetheless.]

evil_archetype

[At night, the first sign of something going wrong is that everything goes quiet.]

[Then, there's some noise around the camp - about twenty men in black, old-time clothes and black hats, fairly nondescript otherwise; there's a couple rifles, a couple shotguns, and a lot of revolvers. They've been creeping up as things get dark, and sharper eyed characters that were out of camp might get a little warning before one that seems to be a bit better dressed than the others fires a pistol into the air.]

ALRIGHT YOU LOT!

I bet you think you could get away with moving in here without us noticin', eh?

Well, y'got two choices - either you c'n put your weapons down and come along nice'n quiet, or you c'n make a fuss and we'll settle this the hard way.

Who's up first?

[The leader will respond if addressed; he'll get out of the way if attacked, and seems to have a bit of a dodge cheat right now where he's almost impossible to hit with anything. Powers are still nerfed enough to be minimally useful, so you're on pretty equal footing with the otherwise normal armed bandits if you choose to fight.]

bestamontillado

[Well, the video feed is inside...]

[It seems to be the great hall...]

[But for some reason, there's a bunch of the singing flowers EVERYWHERE, and pretty multicolored sparkly butterflies.]

[And a certain illusionist on the couch looking ... well...]

[He looks utterly, blissfully content, enough that it's probably almost creepy to anyone that's already met him, and enough to be a thoroughly misleading first impression to anyone that hasn't.]

I do apologize if the noise bothers anyone; I thought the entryway could use some color - I'm afraid I don't know about anyone's homes to bring anything here, or I'd offer requests~

[He's probably lucky there's not many people to start the bodysnatchers theories.]

Ah - and -

[For a moment, he does look - well - that's kind of a sad/guilty puppy face, somehow managing to get through the chocolate.]

I'd like to extend apologies to the girl I met when I first arrived - I know it was a rough foot, but I thoroughly over-reacted.

ilikekneesocks

[He doesn't look happy. No he doesn't. Too bad he can't seem to control the level of his voice as it blares out from the BlackBerry.]

What the fuck is the meaning of this?! First those memories and now this?!

[He's quite literally yelling at the top of his voice which is quite loud actually. Oh irony given one of his recent encounters.]

was_a_hunter

[Mary would have turned on her phone...but she's having a little issue of she can't see where the hell it is. She may put it in the same place every night, but she knocked it to the floor when she tried to get it.

Stumbling out into the hallway, she kept her hand on a wall, just to have something to hold on to.]

Is anyone there?!

[She wasn't sure why the author made everything dark, but she was more than a little irked by the fact she couldn't see anything. Yes, she's blind, but she hasn't put those pieces together yet.]

Dammit, someone answer me!

bestamontillado

[The Manor's picked up another new resident...And this one isn't really advertising his presence. He managed to avoid the trap of the Blackberry doing its usual accidental broadcasts in "greeting", and has taken advantage of the relative quiet to go exploring - yes, he's out at an ungodly hour of morning.]

[For those who're nocturnal, there's someone tall and probably unfamiliar in a long grey coat - with some kind of metal staff that he's using as a walking stick he clearly doesn't actually need; he's not really doing anything more suspicious than being quiet, on guard, and creeping through the hallway looking for clues. He's also got a slight uncanny valley thing going with a hypothetical 30-year-old Mukuro - just enough features in common to be noticeable, but not enough to be "you could be twins", and unlike his successor, both eyes happen to be the same blue and look normal.]

[Any night owls want to newbie greet?]

ragingforces

[Tris is not, by any means, someone who was made to be cooped up inside all day. After a few days of trying her best to keep to the room shared with Reborn, she's gone outside to finally scratch that gut-level itch, the feeling that if she doesn't go outside something bad will happen.

So Tris has pretty well gotten herself balanced on the roof of one of the outbuildings, though god only knows how she made it up there in a skirt, with a bookbag.

Not long after, a broadcast starts on the blackberry in her belt-pouch. It was supposedly hers, so she'd put it there, though she's not expecting it to do much. Certainly not play this back.]

( Video post under the cut, possible TW for TRIS HAS BAD PARENTS )

[After the video starts playing, Tris curls up on her perch, clearly huddling up defensively as the wind starts howling. Perhaps on instinct, she's covering the back of her neck with her hands, and if one gets close enough to hear her, they might be able to hear her muttering unhappily about how this just proves it right, she is crazy, or perhaps part elemental, or possessed, or the spawn of something altogether unpleasant. It's almost like some kind of sick and twisted mantra.]

was_a_hunter

[The feed opens to reveal Mary in white apron and what looks like a blue shirt...yes~ She's in the kitchen and has been so all night.]

I know that a lot of us are separated from our families right now, so I would like to invite everyone to the parlor for a Mothers Day brunch.

Even if you're not a parent, I thought everyone could use the chance to just unwind and relax a bit from the previous plot.

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was_a_hunter - Mary Winchester | 29 | [Video]
notkinkypatch - "When talking about your exploits exaggerate by a third so everyone has fun." [audio]
inordertobelieve - Teru Mikami ~32~ Contemplation [Video]
was_a_hunter - Mary Winchester | 27 | [Action]
ocd_reaper - [Video]
has_a_phd_in_teddybear - If you go down to the woods today... [Action]
mr_plot_bunny - [Video] Arrrrrrrrrrr.
bf_supporting_cast - The Doctor Is In! (Try not to break him. :| ) [Action]
ocd_reaper - [Accidental Video]
andsuddenlydynamite - 43rd BOMB || HAYATO GOKUDERA || [in person because it's his party and he can cry if he wants to]
was_a_hunter - Mary Winchester | 25 | Accidental Video
notkinkypatch - [Video] Teenagers scare the living SHIT out of me (esp 8 ft ones with tits big as me)
ocd_reaper - [Action]
evil_archetype - [Action] That's a nice camp you've got there...
bestamontillado - [Video]
ilikekneesocks - [video]
was_a_hunter - Mary Winchester | 21 | [Action]
bestamontillado - [Action]
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