badfic_manor | Entries tagged with plot: christmas

armorangel.livejournal.com

[Varon's MP3 player is blaring through the network playing anything from HIM to Front Line Assembly. It must have gone through seven different songs before it stops. A hand reaches into the darkened space of his pocket and covers the screen.]

Eh? I don't remember this thing.

[Varon's eyes widened with curiosity and blinks a few times. He brings the device in close, his baby blue eye now taking over the screen.]

Looks expensive.

[Then a throaty chuckle.]

Hope no one misses it.

[Then a laugh.]

Wonder who's it is. They'll call for it soon, I bet. Better keep it on an' wait who calls.

[He sets it down on the table and puts his ear buds back in. Even if anyone did call, they'll leave a message that it's theirs, right?]

kansai-ahou.livejournal.com

*by the way the video is angled there are very few clues to where exactly he is, but he's obviously not in his room.

Heiji is clearly pissed off, and those that know him might wonder why he isn't pacing around in anger*

Okay, this is gettin' ridiculous!

I've been shanghai'd by these damn plants all week. I've gotten kissed by a dragon three times, which not only smells of fish but is quite slobbery, though I don't think I thanked her properly, so if you see her pass it on for me, and got a pity kiss from some fancy lookin' woman when I went f'r a midnight snack.

And yesterday I spent six hours standin' in a doorway on the third floor before th' manor finally let me go.

Enough is enough!

I say we hav'ta find a way t'get rid of this shit b'fore somethin' terrible 'appens.

whitestlie.livejournal.com

[Well, this was annoying. One second he was sitting in the middle of some garden maze, and the next, he's back in his room. Not that it surprised him that the Author would have such pitifully short attention span, but if there had been one thing she did consistently, it was that "plot" changes always occured overnight on the start of a new "week," not in the middle of the day, middle of the week.

Unless of course, someone had already found the missing blueprints. Near debates between using the scrambled audio or his own voice before finally settling on the latter.]

So did anyone actually find the blueprints?

[While waiting for a response, Near decides to move on to the next step, pulling up the contact list. That's when he sees a large - much larger than the usual - chunk of numbers gone. An even larger chunk of unfamiliar numbers took their place. The hell...

He looks outside his window to be greeted by the snowy landscape that certainly wasn't there before. Realization hits.]

Shit.

(ooc: If you're confused, that's b/c last time Near was at the manor (late June-ish), it was during the blueprints plot, where everyone was looking for blueprints of the manor. Time has not changed for Near since then, so he still thinks it's the same week. Feel free to make him feel stupid, because he sure as hell does. \o/)

passes-out.livejournal.com

[Ichabod is sitting in a chair in front of the fireplace and a large book of notes resting beside him. He looks into the Blackberry with a stoney expression.]

Good marrow, Manor. I bid you a day of festivities that hopefully will be a day of cheer rather than sorrow. I have been a resident of this place for nearing two years come May. By no stretch of the imagination, and to some the mind and body, has the Author shown any sign of letting go nor releasing us back into our homes. Should this be the case, I would suspect the scenery to be illusionary at best. This Author has begun to show signs of maturity. At the very least, some events that have been in the past have not been repeated. Thankfully, they never will, or one hopes.

Still, I would like to take this time to offer my condolences to those written out of our story and welcome those new-comers that have had little chance to adjust. I would like to thank those that have made the Manor bearable to reside in and thank you for your time and consideration for those that have taken the younger, less experienced, residents into the folds and kept them safe.

Good day.

[He reaches over and turns off the video feed to his device.]

Current Location: library

weatherbraids.livejournal.com

[Tris has gotten caught by the mistletoe, much though she's been trying to avoid it. She's staring at it with a deep and abiding hatred. She was hungry, and trying to get to the kitchen, and.... This happened.

She's starting to hate this place more.]

scarsnscalpels.livejournal.com

[Out on the porch is stood a certain moody looking doctor.Only, he's not really in a bad mood per se - he's just thinking, daydreaming. He doesn't pay too much mind to this time of year; of course Pinoco did, but he was always happy to let it pass by without much fuss.]

abluechild.livejournal.com

[Aoko has taken over one of the tv's in the game room and hooked her new VCR into it- she pops a tape in to it and finds the right video setting and plays her tape, sitting down in front of the TV with her legs crossed to watch what was on screen- Her Daddy!

"The Police brought in several officers! Let's interview Inspector Nakamori! -- Inspector, is this the statue Kid wants to steal?"

"Steal? Ha ha no way he'll be able to steal it!! We have eight choppers in the sky--over two hundred officers are guarding all the windows on the top deck-- also in the underground room there are hundreds of laser sensor lines! A rat can't even break in!"

"...Eh? A rat?"

"Hey You, get rid of the rat now!"]

((ooc: Aoko is watching tapes of her daddy- feel free to come in and bug her about taking over the tv/ make fun/ come watch with her- this clip is from vol 3 - Chapter 3 - Nearby enemy"

bolded is nakamori in the tape - regular is the news reporter))

Current Mood: cheerful

suck-it-up-guy.livejournal.com

[Wallace is in the kitchen, hunched over a frying pan. Whilst he can handle hangovers very well, he's still finding himself feeling a little nauseous. Even so he's remaining in high spirits, making himself a bacon buttie to try and recover. Although anyone may notice that for once the music he has playing isn't as loud as it normally would be, instead it's relatively quiet and acoustic sounding. He's vaguely humming along with it.]

(OOC: Feel free to come along and bug him for one as well!)

Current Music: Stevie Nicks - Edge of Seventeen

worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com

[Mello is standing out in the snow, he wants to be alone and he can't think of anywhere better than outside in the freezing cold. He's bundled up in a thick red coat topped in a fur collar. In his gloved hands he holds his bible and his rosary beads. It's Christmas and for the first time in his life he has not been able to attend mass. It's depressing him, crushing him. So, on one of the most important Christen holidays of the year, Mello finds himself alone with his bible trying to find some solace, some religious warmth tonight. He exhales a jet of white breath and opens the old worn book. It's followed him everywhere, from Germany to England to the US to Japan, just as his rosary had. So he begins to read, and he begins to pray.]

searchformysin.livejournal.com

[Oz was quietly reading Alice In Wonderland, the book that Ritsuka got him, as he sat in a chair in the parlor with what appeared to be a black rabbit plushie that he got from the author as well as one of those Tribbles that had been neatured before. He was reading very slowly, the plushie resting peacefully and the Tribble was just eating away at some candy that Oz had on him. He soon closed the book for the moment and put it at the side as he picked up the plushie looking at it in the face as he smiled ever so slightly.]

one-eyed-zero.livejournal.com

[private to//Sheldon Sands]
Sheldon Sands,
uh, sorry about before. Thanks for talking to that reporter guy.

[/private]

Thanks for my gifts, guys.

(OOC, Natsuo isn't really himself right now after Soubi pinned him down. He didn't react well to it and he has scratches and a bandaged head. You can try to get video, but he's just going to do text. MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!]

hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com

That commentator better shut his damn mouth.

Current Location: Room 61

eugene-watson.livejournal.com

[In a very plain looking room with only a leather bound chair and a desk, Gene prepares himself of another edition of The Manor. He situates the paper in front of him that contained his notes and clears his throat.]

( cut for length )

Current Location: undisclosed

truehappyending.livejournal.com

[Giselle is standing in the middle of a very dirty and messy room, her face looked like it wasn't amused for once, it wasn't something she liked seeing and decided that this place needed a good clean from top to bottom. She went to open the window, leaning out slightly as she called for her animal friends that she made here already at the manor as they came to where she was.]

Alright everytime, it's time to clean up.

[Giselle went and got a broom as she soon started to sing, while sweeping the floor, picking up the dust that was laying on the floor as the animals went about doing the other work until Giselle got to that. They were helping her and it was getting the job done a lot faster than it would of with just Giselle by herself as soon the room was clean and basically spotless as she smiles, taking it in, before turning to the creatures that had helped out, smiling a gentle smile.]

Wasn't that fun everybody.

jadedserpent.livejournal.com

[Snape stood outside Remus Lupin's door, wand in pocket, hand raised to the door.

He'd seen it all. He knew Lupin's secret. It explained everything. So what else could he do but confront the boy about it?

Snape rapped smartly on the door, waiting to see if Lupin was in.]

yuekito.livejournal.com

[This is a video of Yukito. This is a video of Yukito in the kitchen, surrounded by a few dozen plates of assorted Christmas cookies and a round birthday cake. He doesn't normally celebrate Christmas so enthusiastically, but the Manor seems to really be getting into the holiday, so...]

It's Christmas, and my birthday besides, so if anyone would like some cake, it's in the kitchen. Please stop by; I've got way too much to eat by myself.

[Which is a lie. He could probably polish off all of that without really batting an eye, but that's not the point.]

cuteuketwin.livejournal.com

[Kaoru is sitting at his desk, looking rather bored today.]

There isn't really much to do here is there?

[He taps a pen he got back in New York against his chin as he looks down at the desk at what appears to be a blan sheet of paper.]

Anyway want to give me something to do. I might actually die of boredom if this keeps up.

photogenickitty.livejournal.com

[The sound starts to play and at first there is only the soft creak of a bed spring, before a voice is heard over it.]

I miss Youji, Rit-kun...

I know, but he'll come, just be patient.

[Silence, then another shift on the bed.]

Hey, don't touch there! It feels weird...

It's so long and smooth. Rit-kun is always so nice feeling.

[The bed gives a louder creak, then Ritsuka yelps.]

Don't pull it! That hurts! Hiss!

Too rough? So cute~ How about this instead?

NATSUO!

[There's a loud thud when a book falls on top of the phone, then the feed cuts off.]

((A not as bad as it looks post done with Natsuo-mun. Natsuo = Purple.))

Current Mood: aggravated

atticmagic.livejournal.com

[The feed shows a luxuriously furnished bedroom, every surface and object rich in colour and texture. Sara is sat on the bed, the blackberry most likely sat on a window sill opposite her. There's paper and pens around her, her handwriting matching the delicate curling patterns around the edges of her letter as she writes. Occasionally, she lifts her free hand up and wipes her eyes.

She missed her father. She missed India, and she missed the other girls from school. She didn't know why she'd been brought here, but she knew where ever she was, her father would still be gone - and that wasn't a thought she was ready to comprehend yet]

Current Mood: lonely

abluechild.livejournal.com

[Oh hey look! There's Aoko. Something is a bit different about her today though-she's kinda staggering a bit and there's an unfocused but happy look on her face.

...she's probably not even watching where she's going and-oh she just wandered right under the mistletoe by the parlor-someone want to help her out?]

Current Mood: love-sick
Current Music: Stupid Cupid - Mandy Moore

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Entries tagged with plot: christmas

~1st Glory~ Smile! You're on Candid Camera (Accidental Video-Audio)

[Video]

008 - Near - [Audio] - wtfdood

{Eighteenth Case} Decisions [Video]

[Action]

Carte 28 ♥♦ Black Jack ♣♠ [In person]

Aoko Nakamori: 030: [In Person]

▓ Martini 8 ▓ // Partying just a little too hard // [In Person]

43rd Blast || Mello || [In Person] ((BACKDATED to midnight Christmas Day))

☼13☼ [In Person]

[text// forward dated to christmas day]

{Ninth Robbery} Pissed! [Video]

[9th Calculation] The Manor 2nd Edition {Video}

3rd Fairy Tale [In Person]

Snark 014: Snape [In Person]

video / in person - forward dated to December 25th

♔ Mischievous Twin No. 2 Post 08 [Video]

Memory ღ 8. [Accidental voice]

Story 3 ıÌ Sara Ìı Dear Papa... [Accidental Video]

Aoko Nakamori: 29: [In Person]