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Not too sure what's goin' on bout now, but- I wouldn't mind meetin' up with a few folks over wanderin' round in this fog fuckin' aimlessly.

If you can actually see this through the fog, follow it alright? The more people we get together the safer we're probably gonna be than bumblin' round. We'll figure out a place to stay when we actually get together.

[With that, the black berry is set aside, Eddie's guitar being pulled out, before he strums out a few chords. Heavy metal loudly rolling through the silence. He holding the last note for a few seconds before releasing it. Eddie looking up at the sky expectantly.

Very vaguely, a beam of light can be seen going up from the ground up into the sky itself.

Will you go find the roadie?

Y/N?]

If you see it, c'mere. If you don't wanna, at least get in a group with friends, alright? Stay safe.

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[There is shuffling going on, the blackberry's camera being covered unintentionally by a very large man.] Well, s'not the first place I've woken up with no recollection of how I got here. Probably the 44th one- no wait, 56th, yeah that sounds about right. Though I don't feel like I got a hangover or anythin'.

Hell, I feel pretty good for wakin' up in some random ass fancy house. I was sort of expectin' to feel like the floor of a movie theater. Just- more beer flavored and even stickier. Maybe a few gum wrappers stuck in my hair again. Dunno yet, my hair is kinda tangled at the moment. I'll check later, probably should find out where the hell I am first.

At least the bed was comfy, I can give this place that much. M'givin' the bed a ratin' of- 7 out of 10. Pretty good, but not my favorite.

[He's moving around now, finally getting the video feed on. The manor treated to the sight of a very large man smiling down at the blackberry.] So- yeah, if anyone is out there, think you could give me an idea of where the hell I am? I was sorta in the middle of somethin'.

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[There is a audible click as the feed turns on. The blackberry set up intentionally from the looks of it as Eddie sips from a very tiny tea cup. Expression relatively neutral as he leans back into the chair he’s settled in. He nodding at Ophelia, the drowned woman settled across from.] Been a shitty couple of weeks hasn’t it? Okay- not weeks, past year or so has been pretty shitty. [His tone is conversational at best.]

Past year for you has been shitty, Darling. [She was trying to be sweet., she really was. After all, she did get punished essentially for being what she was. A BLUH BLUH HUGE BITCH.] I wonder what exactly we’re supposed to be doing with ourselves here. I honestly feel more like a teenager sent to her room then the Lady of the Drowning Doom.

( Not an IC cut )

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For those workin' in the welcomin' committee- this is our new welcomin' packet. Remember to rework stuff back to this alright?

Thanks, below is the basic spiel. So go nuts in spreadin' it round.

[Video feed ends]

Welcome to the Manor,

( Read more... )

If anyone has any questions, concerns or comments, please leave them here. I'm Eddie Riggs and I'm here to help you.

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Usually, I'm not quick to be a jerkass about somethin'- but I have a few questions.

Okay, not a few, many questions.

First off, what the hell, why did Ophelia get punished when she was deemed innocent? How the shit does that work?

Second, how are we gonna fix this wonky as shit system? I'd like some damn indication of that since I've been tryin' to help everyone out, get the welcome packets rewritten, the mailboxes put up on doors- so I haven't had too long to really gel on it. Now that I have- its fuckin' stupid.

Does the Author know how the hell the justice system even works? Much less the fact innocent people don't get punished?

Beyond that, I'd like to know just how I can talk to the Author?

She and I need to have a few words.

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[Watch as Eddie TRIES to talk. Mouth moving, hand gestures-

anddd nothing.

At all.

Watch the smile he was wearing turn into an irritable frown. His shoulders slumping a little.]

... [He tries again, having to give a silent sigh as he reaches out to grab his blackberry to switch to text.]

How is everyone doing so far?

Everyone on the welcoming committee working on passing out the packets?

I'm going to start on the mail boxes for the rooms today, if anyone in the committee or out wants to help me, come on by. I'll probably be outside building them.

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Since I can't seem to find Spitfire I figured I'd do this now while the idea is rollin' around in my head. She can yell at me for not consultin' her later, but I figured it'd be good to get it outta the way now.

Sort of a rolecall- sort of a list of people's professions. How many doctors do we have? How many police officers? general shit like that. Here's a list of what we've got so far in people who wanna help out.

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If you aren't on here and can help in some way outside of welcomin' committee, chime in, I'll add you in right quick. Most of this is pulled from our own welcomin' packet. I want to expand things for newbies stumblin' in so don't be shy.

((As stated ICLY, most of this is yanked from the welcoming packet, asides that the tour guide are both cobbled together from IC interactions and OOC sign ups. We are handwaving your character signing up. Ala Rise and Wallace's name being on this list.))

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I should've gotten on this a hellva lot sooner, but ey, I was distracted by a few things. I apologize for takin' this long in pipin' up the suggestion-

But, if it hasn't already been mentioned, might've by Gene, but we need to organize some kind of welcomin' committee. We already have a welcomin' packet and a few people sides me, Spitfire and Gene who hand it out, but its not enough with the odd bunches of people being dropped into the 'story'.

We need a group of people who actively want to help new people and are willin' to pitch in when it counts. All I'd ask is we distribute the welcome packet, welcome new people and check to make sure they're doin' alright.

For anyone who doesn't know me, I'm Eddie Riggs. Resident roadie, s'my job to help you guys in anyway I can. S'nice to meet those who I haven't seen, for everyone who knows me, ey guys, how's it goin'?

((Remember this post? WELL, I'm finally getting it in action. I'll do an updated OOC post in a titch. If you want to sign your character up as a welcome committee bro, please just apply here ICLY. You can apply OOCLY here))

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...Ophs? You're out here somewhere right? [Why hello desperation in Eddie's voice. He hasn't been able to find anyone, consider him worried.]

You find some place nice to stay at least? Some place safe?

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Well, this is gettin' a little too routine for me. Christs sake.

[This would be Eddie wriggling a little in bed and wincing as he props the blackberry on the desk across from him.]

Yeah, if anyone wants to visit me, I'm in the apartment complex. From the looks of it, probably fifth avenue. Not too sure since walkin' round isn't exactly a good idea at the moment.

[Eddie is a lovely speckling of purples, blues and scratches. All the damage from the battle for the manor has returned full force.] Anyone wanna give me an update on how they're doin'? At least gimme somethin' else to focus on sides the fact I'm stuck here.

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[And there is a little boy laying on the floor, crayons, CRAYONS everywhere. Even in his messy black hair. From the looks of it he's in the parlor. Papers, crayons and markers spread out where Eddie had left them.]

For heavy metal IIIIIIIIII would diiiieeeeee. [Is half sung before the boy reaches out to grab at the blackberry, shaking it a little. Giving any and all viewers a headache before he finally stops. He flops onto his back holding it over his head just childishly talking into it.]

Opheliaaaa, Alllessaaaa! Where are you guys? Do you wanna color or anythin'?

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[What is this?

LAUGHTER, FROM THE TREE? Any passer by who happens to glance up will see a black haired ten year old boy perched on a branch, a grin spread across his features as he tries to climb higher. His worn clothing catching stray leaves, sneakers digging into bark as he grabs onto another branch.]

I wonder if I can get up to the top- [A branch he grabs onto gives a distressing creak]

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[The feed starts off a little shaky, a hand covering most of it before its owner realizes what he's doing. He pulling it away to sleepily blink into the black berry as he holds it out in front of him.]

Anybody know how the hell we got back here? Yesterday, we were in paris right? [He sounds very muddled and tired.] Or did I sleep through it?

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Could use some help out here, kind of stuck because of weird ass monsters at the moment.

Kind of hurt too, so- yeah.

Fuck.

((Eddie's stuck between a rock and a hard place right now. So anyone willing to come aid him/and or be his meister = amazingness. In person stuff encouraged~))

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[Familiar guitar playing can be heard, its not long before the blackberries feed turns on. Revealing a partially demolished loft along with a familiar chuck resting on the carpeted floor.

Eddie apparently is oblivious to the fact his blackberry is on, he’s just playing guitar singing Angel Witch.]

Nobody else can see you the same way as myself, Fly high and touch the sky, you're the angel I adore, If only you could feel for me that I feel for you, why do you ignore me, angel? Why can't I go with you.

[And Ophelia is doing her nails. Ignoring him. She peers over her shoulder for a moment then goes back to her nails. After all, they are not going to do themselves, like she told Eddie to do to himself just so recently.]

( Not an IC cut )

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Okay- so we went from fuzzballs everywhere to- a city. Interestin'.

[All the feed can really detect at first is Eddie's voice. It faint, muffled partially by the fact the roadie has his blackberry in his jean pocket, it partially poking out to show a sea of moving legs and a street.]

Fuck, why does this look familiar? Shit, shit, shit.

[He gets more muffled when he actually moves through the crowd. The blackberry being jostled around in his pocket.] Not like that shit matters though, I got better things to do.

[Finally, to save any viewer from sea sickness of the jostling lopsided movement Eddie finally pulls the blackberry from his pocket, giving a blink when he realized it was on.]

Whoa- uh, how long was this on? Oh fuck, nevermind.

Guys, any of you round here- wherever it is?

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[The feed starts-

hell its hard to even tell how it starts beyond the blackberry being in the air, tribbles stuck to it and several others flying in the air.

Though the feed gets to see a surprisingly quick Eddie wielding his axe, expression serious as he uses the flat edge of it to whack the both the black berry and the tribbles around it out into the hallway. The view spinning and dizzying before it actually hits the wall outside of Eddie's room.

The blackberry only having a gentle collision with the wall thanks to the amass of tribbles surrounding it. It falling to the floor with a soft thuwmp, still faintly able to see Eddie in his room, jumping into the air with his guitar. Playing a hard chord. Everything flying upwards when he lands. A mini earthquake rolling through his room as he frees his axe to repeat the process. More tribbles flying out into the halllway pelting the wall and raining down on the blackberry.

Dare yee who pass by stop to ask what the flying hell is going on?]

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Spitfire, now that we've got a shitton of new people and justice system in affect, we should probably jump back onto workin' on our welcomin' guide. I've got the maps done so we gotta get this shit goin' on, stop being side tracked by all the shit the author is throwin' at us.

Probably try to make some sort of welcomin' group or somethin', hell if I know. We can talk about it more whenever you reply. I'll probably talk to a few other oldies around here to see what they have to say on the map fore we confirm it being legit.

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[Eddie is out doing what he does best.

Play his dear Clementine. His fingers easily strum across the strings, he's able to play the song perfectly as he loses himself in the music. Head tilted back as he lets his large fingers move over the fretboard.

Ironically enough, he's doing this in the right room for once. The music room's door is propped half way open, if one were to look inside they'd see a rather bandaged up roadie settled in a chair and leaning back. From the way he is playing the guitar- it sounds like it was all he was meant to do in life. Sit here and play.]