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ofuckitskimblee.livejournal.com

[[Kimblee's more than perplexed. He had been laying in wait of what would surely be something life-altering in the worst way and yet ... His eyes opened and here he is. Standing in a forested area of what could only be an island, or if not a peninsula, maybe just a beach-- then again all he has found was a beach area. This isn't Amestris, wherever it was and he hasn't had time to walk it to find out if his speculations are true.

His alchemy still has affect, that much is obvious from the small little glass marble he carries with him that he used to test the sands on the beaches where he walked along the large lake. The sand had been an easier test for an Alchemist as advanced as he, but it at least proved to himself he was still alive and not somehow dead.]]

How peculiar..

It almost smells like a chemical in the water.

[[He bends down and takes the hand, marble-less, to the water and scoops some up to sniff. He turns his head away from it and pours it back out, refusing to wipe it on his outfit. His hand wipes on a tree not far away and he narrows his eyes.]]

No matter. I can separate it if I need to-- hmm..

knifeybastard.livejournal.com

[[Well before the vision of anyone comes onto the screen is the sounds of a jingling thing on a chain. A small little cackle following it in the form of a 'ushishishi' sounding laugh. Confident and a slight hint of pride in it.

It's a white boot that collides with the blackberry which turns the view of the camera toward just the slightest hint of a tiara and blond hair, a shoulder with a dark jacket and a striped black and deep magenta shirt.]]

My ring~ my ring~.

[[The sing song voice chimes again. He giggles the strange way that he's become accustomed to while he lounges on a lavish looking bed of leaves and other such things. Not what the Prince is used to, but it would have to do until he could get his barings and get back to the other Varia. From the relaxed position of his crossed ankles, he has no inclination to come off of it on his own. An arm shoots off to the side so he can have a look at the ring on his finger at a far off distance. The Storm ring for anyone who knows it; it looks right on his finger, looks at home to him.]]

I beat the bomber~ Of course I did. How could anyone beat me?

[[He sits up and in full view is all that is Belphegor. A full body shot of Prince the Ripper himself who tracks his attention to the communicator he booted with his designer boots. He 'heh's at it and moves in a slide down his makeshift area, gathering some of the leaves with him- why stand when he doesn't have to? -and picks it up, grinning like the devil into it.]]

Did you hear that whoever's listening? I'm the one worthy of the title Storm Guardian~ Ushishishi~

[[He gives the device a speculating look through his mass of blonde hair and with the shark-grin, turns it off. They only get just so much freebie gazing on the image of someone like him.]]

((OOC: Be gentle, its my first time, lol. ))

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.]

passes-out.livejournal.com

[Ichabod is sitting in an what looks to be alcove that he made from the earth that he dug out in a nearby hill. Being by himself often means learning on his own and his cursed wound didn't offer him any recourse for social gatherings. He was growing more and more detached from his own kind that madness was beginning to set in. Still, he was sane enough to handle his tasks.

He pulled open his ledger and began writing what he has seen and what he has noticed over the course of the past few months about himself. Nightmares he logged weren't getting any better. His curse went unchecked and unnoticed by the masses of the Manor. He never talked about it openly. The only one that knew was long gone.]

He comes....he comes for me.

[His words were breathy and his hands were shaking.]

eyes-of-intrgue.livejournal.com

[Lucky for him (and anyone else who runs into him, if he's up for sharing) Akira has managed to find some local fruit that aren't poisonous to humans. His injuries are mostly healing alright, apart from one on his arm, which is looking more or less infected. He hasn't asked anyone for help and he doesn't intend to; as long as he can last out till Monday, he's going to suck it up and get on with surviving.]

big-bang-blue.livejournal.com

[Megamind found the letter in the rubble which was all he had left from Roxanne. His eyes were red from hiding his fears and his tears. He hasn't slept at all for three days and after reading the letter, he collapses. Now he knows what happened. He curls up under the structure that he wasn't finished with yet and draws his knees up to his chest. It was the hardest thing for him to endure.]

Emma, we can stop looking for Roxanne. I know where she is.

[The blame he placed on himself for the ship really didn't help matters. He was feeling terrible and it showed. Eventually, he falls asleep, clutching the letter tightly in his hands.]

Current Mood: depressed
Current Location: near the ship

ginsengismyfave.livejournal.com

[Somewhere near a large forest of alien trees Iroh wanders around, hemming and hawing. He has a bundle of plants tucked under his arms. Every now and then he rubs his stomach and looks mournful.]

Some of these must be alright to eat. Maybe I could even brew tea from them. Hmmm...

[He continues on his search, stopping here and there to bend down and study a plant and either pluck it out of the ground or move on.]

andsuddenlydynamite

[Well badficians, Hayato is once more gracing your eyes with his pale and scrawny upper body(. Only this time it's intentional... though he's not intending for you to see it. Also throwing everyone's warnings to the wind, he has struck out on his own. every man for themselves so to speak. The crash had given him MORE then his fair of gashes and bruises, but he doesn't seem to be paying them much mind, obviously making no attempt to even treat them.

So the feed comes on to Hayato wading in the middle of a shallow lake, looking more then a bit irritated. Just because he grew up on an island doesn't mean he knew how to catch fish... he could steal them... but not catch them. After a few unsuccessful flailing lunges into the water he gives up and storms back to his spot on the shore, next to his black berry. Not noticing the thing is on, he casually strikes up a cigarette... then suddenly gets an idea.

He grabs a stick of dynamite and wades back into the water with a devious smirk. He light up the stick and gives it a toss. Of course Hayato didn't take into consideration the large wall of water the dynamite would up-heave. The feed cuts just as Hayato flails under the wave]

blondmage.livejournal.com

[The blackberry will show Fai busy using his index finger to write what appears to be on thin air, creating a border around the area he had managed to get together. This was done after a good search over the world and trying to figure out just what exactly this world was and if there were people or anything or not. Once he had finished he looked on, happy at what he had managed to do and knowing that this was a pretty strong spell he had used.

Going back to the blackberry he picked it up and smiled.]

If no one has a place to stay, I have managed to set up a safe area for you.

holy-pickle.livejournal.com

[Dende comes on the screen, it took him a little longer then he would have hoped to get the message out, but he was having trouble working the Blackberry, which had gotten dropped int the mud.]

U-um hello everybody... I... I ..um....

[The shy little alien child looks at the screen nervously. He hadn't gotten off from the wreck scott-free either. He's accumulated an assortment of cuts and scrapes, and the tip of his right ear is missing. He doesn't seem to be too bothered with it. There are people in much worse shape then him out there!]

I-if anybody needs me to heal them please let me know! If you could tell me where you're near I will try to find you!

[He bows

I hope you are all well!

1ofyour5aday.livejournal.com

[After escaping the crash with only very minimal injuries, Elphaba's been focusing less on her health and more on finding Glinda and Wallace. She hasn't seen either of them since late in the previous week, and without her blackberry (lost in the crash), finding them was proving difficult.

Finding the crash site again, she looks over the wreckage with an odd feeling of dread; what if not everyone got out..? And if this was true, were either of her two friends still inside..?

Approaching the body of the ship, she tries to find a way inside, if there was one.]

Current Mood: worried

11-sies.livejournal.com

Okay, so!

We landed on a strange planet and we don't know what's on it- don't know what we can and can't eat and there is a thick forest-type thing- so let's all do the obvious and try not to wander off.

Current Mood: contemplative

beyondsighted.livejournal.com

[B's expression, safely shielded from the camera is once again a perfect broken deadpan. Frustration is plain for all to see... Or would have been, had he chosen to show it on the network. Oh, B knows very well what's going on. He didn't need to be a genius to figure it out. This was obviously the Author's handiwork again. The familiar Blackberry made that much clear. The gasoline is dripping in anticipation from his hair and clothes, forming thick oily puddles by his feet. One more second and he would have finally clinched the victory. Her timing is astonishingly impeccable. As it were, B was brought back here, matchless, and unspeakably filthy. As there's little point in combustion now, the first thing he had done was wander in search of water to wash out the evidence. He had been somewhat fortunate in that endeavor, but he failed to get rid of the tell-tale perfume of petroleum following him around. His footsteps make soft squleching noises as he walks. A thought occurs to him. He removes the Blackberry and broadcasts a message.]

To those who I have had the pleasure of meeting before, and to those I have not, greetings. [Squelch. Squelch. Lie, lie.] If anyone needs assistance with their injuries, I shall be happy to take a look. I have had experience in the field. [Not a lie, if only by a technicality. It's not B's fault if people assume by field, he means medicine.] Also, do not drink the water. I have isolated what appears to be an exotoxin in the vicinity. That is all.

[Click. Feed ends.]

chaotictherapy.livejournal.com

[The crash hadn't left Pyramid Head any worse off. He wasn't injured, it was impossible for that to happen, he was just a little disgruntled by this all. Getting to his feet he shakes any remnants of dust from his helmet. A slight coughing coming from him as some of the dust managed to get in the grates. Examining the area he makes his way around the crash, mostly for curiosity's sake. This wasn't the Manor, this wasn't Earth so where the hell was it?

As he stomps you can hear the seething irritation, this 'Author' that ruled over them was even more in need of mental help than the Order. If he could he'd be muttering a long string of profanities, instead he settles with incoherent grumbling as he heads towards the nearest encampment.]

junior-cop.livejournal.com

[Tom managed to get out of the wreckage with a lot of cuts and a broken arm. Still, that didn't stop him from grabbing his gun to take a look around. He's not sure if this is hostile territory or not. He takes a risk and calls out. The alien night sky didn't help his metal capacities.]

Is there anyone out there?!

[He moves toward a campsite....]

[OTA]

whitefacedclown.livejournal.com

I hope everyone is okay after the crash. I came out fine and I managed to get some food before the ship was fully destroyed.

But if anyone needs any help let me know okay? But from what I managed I can safely say at least there was no deaths, hopefully anyway.

aizensrainman.livejournal.com

[[Well that was less than fun.

Weiss doesn't find it hard to keep his balance from more than a few things falling on him or cutting his outfit- even dirtying it a bit (which he's sure he'll get scolded for if a certain someone shows up), the blood on him isn't his own. He's been brushing against walls and perhaps someone else met an untimely moment in their life, even if they did he seems uninterested as he walks the burning halls. Flames don't seem to bother him in the least, not emotionally as much as the burn marks on his clothing amongst the others.

He picks himself up, moving out of the manor with a picture book he has been clinging to for some time now. He feels other people moving out of the area, and it does kind of look dangerous.

Either way, he takes himself out of the scene as everyone else has and sticks around to see what'll happen to the ship. Once he's bored with that, he sets out again following some random sound that caught his attention and sounded perhaps like it'd make for a better show than simply- oh you know, a space-ship being destroyed.]]

((OOC: I had uhm ....a huge huge post written for this, but ... I decided to spare livejournal and your reading-time and cut it down to this ._. hope that's okay!
also "no sign of intelligent life.... except the Manorites (or most of them as the case may be)" LOL))

deeplymeaningless

[At least he was out of the ship. That was something. But not much compared to the negative aspects of this situation.
Ryuutaro has gotten hurt with various cuts at the crash, because the glass of the observation deck kind of got destroyed all around him.
His face is bloody, as there's a cut in his cheek and also dirty. Over his body there are some more or less minor cuts and the worst is certainly on his arm. At the moment he is biting his lip and wrapping the remains of the blanket, that he had with him during the crash, around it to stop the bleeding. This proves to be more difficult than he thought.
But he wouldn't ask for help, because it was not that bad, that it would actually justify willingly showing himself in this pathetic state.
Naturally he had no idea that the video was turned on by dropping the device on the ground and actually transmitted a blurry view of his bloodied clothes]

inordertobelieve

[As much as he prefers text, by now, Mikami has figured out that in a situation like this nobody bothers to read.]

I doubt this is news to anybody, but we are now on a foreign planet and our starship is destroyed.
[Speaking of planets and starships.... This was feeling so idiotic. Mikami pauses for a moment.]
Please, don't panic.
We need to stay together and work together in order to survive.
I wouldn't recommend leaving the others on your own. The best would be if people only travelled in groups of at least three, if there actually is a reason to leave the rest.
And if you wander off, it's best to tell somebody in which direction you're going. That way you will most likely receive help should you get into a dangerous situation.

Anybody with medical knownledge is expected to use it to help the injured people. Anybody with knownledge of wildlife survival is expected to share it with everybody else. Food and shelter should also be shared.
Chances of survival are bigger if we act as a group.

Thank you for listening.

beautiful-brute.livejournal.com

[Zarbon doesn't appear to have been damaged much by the crash, though he is looking a bit dirty. His cape is also singed and torn, and his hair a bit disheveled, though still mostly in a braid. He doesn't seem aware that his Blackberry is transmitting.]

Hmph.

[He kneels by a stream and attempts to wash the soot from what's left of his cape, giving up moments later in frustration. He sneers and folds his arms, looking about the immediate area.]

...am I expected to sleep on something like this?

[He scuffs his foot, kicking up a bit of dirt.]

How disgusting.

[He continues to sulk about the situation unaware he's being taped.]

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Entries tagged with plot: alien survival

Fulfilling Job #1 | Kimblee | [In Person]

Ushishishank #1 | Belphegor | [Video]

{15th Calculation} Headcount [Video/ In Person]

{Fifteenth Case} Observation Log [In Person]

Bl@st 004 - Akira - [In person - OTA ♥]

{9th Deathray} Abandoned [In Person]

Cup 018: Iroh [In Person]

8th bomb||Hayato Gokudera|| [in person/video]

9th World | Video

2nd wish || Dende || [video/in person] Here comes the healbot!

Spell 36 .: Elphaba :. If you care to find me [In person // Backdated to Tuesday evening]

The Doctor | 023 | Video | Backdated a bit

002 Beyond Birthday [Audio/In person]

Third Execution // [Accidental Video/In Person] I Fell In To A Burning Ring Of Fire..

{17th Collar} I've got a long way to go....[In Person]

19 ★ Audio

HerpDerp 002 [In Person]

Fate 06 -◘[Accidental Video/In Person]◘- It's a glass cage, so I can't pretend

Teru Mikami ~10~ Insecurity [Voice]

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