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oftime[ Unaware that it's one of the last nights in New York, Dave can be found around the city throughout most of the day. He's doing some more Christmas shopping, bundled up against the cold because he is most assuredly a desert wuss and is only out because he wants to find some more things for his friends. Really, he's thankful that he didn't get a sparkly note from the Author giving him a Secret Santa, because like hell he'd know what to get them.
So he's drifting from store to store, ambling around amongst all the decorations, Christmas lights reflected off his aviators as he goes along. Occasionally he'll stop, peering into a window, or pulling his camera out to snap a picture if something strikes him. ]
So he's drifting from store to store, ambling around amongst all the decorations, Christmas lights reflected off his aviators as he goes along. Occasionally he'll stop, peering into a window, or pulling his camera out to snap a picture if something strikes him. ]
004 || In person
Dec. 17th, 2011 08:13 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
mist96.livejournal.com[Chrome was walking through a snow-covered Central Park, trying to think of a gift for her secret santa....and a certain pineapple haired illusionist. She couldn't help but admire how pretty the park looked covered in snow, though.]
It's so beautiful.
It's so beautiful.
keep-ur-finger.livejournal.com[Having found some warmer (albeit odd, 'modern') clothing, Leonardo is out on the town. His original purpose was to find a gift for someone - though it would have been easier if the Author had left him with a full name. 'L' wasn't exactly specific now, was it? Perhaps he'd just get some kind of food, that way it didn't matter if the other was a male or female.
Regardless, the piece of paper with the large, black letter had been forgotten for the moment - this place was amazing-! Leonardo would more than likely get very very lost, but for the moment, he's happy to wander, staring up at the towering buildings around him, taking mental pictures and notes of everything and anything.]
Regardless, the piece of paper with the large, black letter had been forgotten for the moment - this place was amazing-! Leonardo would more than likely get very very lost, but for the moment, he's happy to wander, staring up at the towering buildings around him, taking mental pictures and notes of everything and anything.]
Vivien Harmon | 04 | [Action]
Dec. 16th, 2011 02:57 amorganics-only.livejournal.com[After a day of going to museums, Vivien was more than ready to take a seat on a park bench and snack on her recently purchased dessert. Of course, even her heavy black coat couldn't hide the graceful swell to her midsection; though it looked like she was far beyond her mere three months. She honestly looked closer to anywhere from four to six months...
Peeling the paper from her banana bread, she was content to watch the people pass by. That's not to say that she didn't try to call home though. AS hard as she tried to call Ben that morning, the phone either simply didn't connect or no one answered...not that she had much hope that he would. She knew she was still in the authors clutches; the piece of crap blackberry was on her table when she awoke, as well as a note, alerting her to the fact that she was a 'secret santa', literally taped to her forehead. She thought the name was a girls, but she couldn't be completely positive though. Perhaps someone else would know.
Sighing softly to herself, she had to remember to do some personal shopping as well...though, a few individuals would be getting gifts. Particularly as she didn't have to pay for any of it herself.]
...Now, it's just a matter of where to start...
[Finishing her snack, she stood after a moment and wandered into Times Square to do a little bit of shopping...something that she had sorely been missing.]
Peeling the paper from her banana bread, she was content to watch the people pass by. That's not to say that she didn't try to call home though. AS hard as she tried to call Ben that morning, the phone either simply didn't connect or no one answered...not that she had much hope that he would. She knew she was still in the authors clutches; the piece of crap blackberry was on her table when she awoke, as well as a note, alerting her to the fact that she was a 'secret santa', literally taped to her forehead. She thought the name was a girls, but she couldn't be completely positive though. Perhaps someone else would know.
Sighing softly to herself, she had to remember to do some personal shopping as well...though, a few individuals would be getting gifts. Particularly as she didn't have to pay for any of it herself.]
...Now, it's just a matter of where to start...
[Finishing her snack, she stood after a moment and wandered into Times Square to do a little bit of shopping...something that she had sorely been missing.]
stole-the-coop.livejournal.com[Shane is standing in Time Square, the rustle of something heard in his hand, is that a bag? Why yes, yes it is. For you see, the Author saw to be so kind as to douse his best friend in glitter and now he's out picking up a few things to 'help' the situation. It can't be seen but in front of Shane is a large tree as he stands in the middle of Times Square.]
Well I'll be damned, that's one hell of a tree right there.
[About fifteen minutes after that is said and Shane has chatted on his communicator Rick can be heard walking up to him. The man gets an idea and flips the communicator in his hand, flipping on the video function. Apparently when in a pinch he knew the device better than he may have let on as he broadcasts a glitter covered Rick to anyone who cares to see.]
Well I'll be damned, that's one hell of a tree right there.
[About fifteen minutes after that is said and Shane has chatted on his communicator Rick can be heard walking up to him. The man gets an idea and flips the communicator in his hand, flipping on the video function. Apparently when in a pinch he knew the device better than he may have let on as he broadcasts a glitter covered Rick to anyone who cares to see.]
notkinkypatch.livejournal.com[So Badou awoke like most of you mannorians or whatever you're called did when you first arrived in this wondrous wintery wonderland of expensive crap, screaming babies and drunk couples. Except in a less sexy manner and there wasn't a dead hooker under the bed. It was magical, it was splendid, there were countless ways to rub up against some drunk (whether on actual booze or the highlights of mixtures of air pollution and those shoppers that kind of trip balls during this season) ladies and still manage to avoid their boyfriends, the free samples didn't taste like ass, and the lights were pretty. It was also cold as balls but sorta not that bad somehow. Upsides to every cloud of shit.
Unfortunately for Badou's jolly freckled ass the fun came to a complete halt once he engaged in a two toed one eyed one armed tango with a particularly disgruntled Mall Santa and the result was, well...]
Hohohooooooooooo MEEEEERRRRRRYYY DICKMAAAAAAASSS or whatever it is....I ain't gettin' paid to say it right, it's socially acceptable, eat me....
[If you listen, really listen, you can hear the traumatic memories the children fleeing from Santa's line are suppressing right at this moment. You'll find Badou, slightly bruised but none worse for wear in his Santa suit wedged with stuffing gaping out of the neckhole and sleeves because he's a skinny bastard, sitting with his booted feet thrown over the arm of Santa's elaborate chair and glaring daggers at the horrified Elves and various mothers making it their mission to get the hell out of his way]
Y'know, I didn't even hit the bastard that hard! He's a veteran, he could take more than a punch to that jolly gut! I even made it fair when I let him tie my arm up with his goddamn beard. Ya'll are lucky that lady cop was so hot and I'm so fuckin' nice.... [This is where you'll find him, if you want to find him, bitching at whoever is in armsreach. I really wouldn't blame whoever doesn't.]
HOOOHOOOHOOOO TELL SANTA WHAT YOU WANT YOU LITTLE SHITS! So I can tell you no. You don't need a fuckin' pony, what you need is braces.
Unfortunately for Badou's jolly freckled ass the fun came to a complete halt once he engaged in a two toed one eyed one armed tango with a particularly disgruntled Mall Santa and the result was, well...]
Hohohooooooooooo MEEEEERRRRRRYYY DICKMAAAAAAASSS or whatever it is....I ain't gettin' paid to say it right, it's socially acceptable, eat me....
[If you listen, really listen, you can hear the traumatic memories the children fleeing from Santa's line are suppressing right at this moment. You'll find Badou, slightly bruised but none worse for wear in his Santa suit wedged with stuffing gaping out of the neckhole and sleeves because he's a skinny bastard, sitting with his booted feet thrown over the arm of Santa's elaborate chair and glaring daggers at the horrified Elves and various mothers making it their mission to get the hell out of his way]
Y'know, I didn't even hit the bastard that hard! He's a veteran, he could take more than a punch to that jolly gut! I even made it fair when I let him tie my arm up with his goddamn beard. Ya'll are lucky that lady cop was so hot and I'm so fuckin' nice.... [This is where you'll find him, if you want to find him, bitching at whoever is in armsreach. I really wouldn't blame whoever doesn't.]
HOOOHOOOHOOOO TELL SANTA WHAT YOU WANT YOU LITTLE SHITS! So I can tell you no. You don't need a fuckin' pony, what you need is braces.
Sabaku no Temari | 10 | [In Person]
Dec. 13th, 2011 06:49 pmsuna_bitch[Anyone in Times Square will notice Temari wandering around aimlessly, very thankful for the coat that Gokudera had given her. Well, that and the new clothes that she'd purchased to integrate a little better with the general population....okay, a skirt isn't that great for cold weather so she invested in pants and a more suitable shirt.
She didn't quite understand the credit card given to her, just that she swiped it like other people did and she was given things. She'd bought a few small things, not sure if she was going to keep any of it, but mostly as an effort to see if it worked for anything that she decided to purchase.
Stopping close to the tree, she stared up at it, completely fascinated by the lighted tree.]
She didn't quite understand the credit card given to her, just that she swiped it like other people did and she was given things. She'd bought a few small things, not sure if she was going to keep any of it, but mostly as an effort to see if it worked for anything that she decided to purchase.
Stopping close to the tree, she stared up at it, completely fascinated by the lighted tree.]
beautiful-brute.livejournal.com[Zarbon remembers this place from when he first arrived at the manor. He doesn't seem especially nostalgic about being back again, although it does seem to have rebuilt itself impressively.]
Here again? I was beginning to think the Author had more creativity than this.
[Braid flip.]
I suppose it can't be helped.
Here again? I was beginning to think the Author had more creativity than this.
[Braid flip.]
I suppose it can't be helped.
Double Ought Buck || 3rd Shell || [Audio]
Dec. 13th, 2011 11:01 amtheleader[Rick picks up his Blackberry as he stares at the note card that was laying on the pillow next to him. It's covered in glitter, red and green and GOLD and he's pretty certain he has glitter All.Over.Him..]
Secret Santa? Did the Author have t'use glitter? [He sighs.] So what do you get for someone if you don't even know who they are?
[He lets out a little groan as he flops back on to the pillows. He blinks up at the ceiling slowly coming to the realization that this isn't his regular room. Way to go Rick, you've become much too relaxed here. You're missing obvious clues and doing so never ends well.]
So where are we this time? I'm goin' t'guess someplace we can do some shoppin'?
[Again he sort of glares at the glittery note card on his chest. When he picks it up to read the name again it drops a little snow fall of glitter all over him.
He can shower all day long and how much you want to bet he'll still have glitter on him? Thanks, Author, really thanks a lot.]
Secret Santa? Did the Author have t'use glitter? [He sighs.] So what do you get for someone if you don't even know who they are?
[He lets out a little groan as he flops back on to the pillows. He blinks up at the ceiling slowly coming to the realization that this isn't his regular room. Way to go Rick, you've become much too relaxed here. You're missing obvious clues and doing so never ends well.]
So where are we this time? I'm goin' t'guess someplace we can do some shoppin'?
[Again he sort of glares at the glittery note card on his chest. When he picks it up to read the name again it drops a little snow fall of glitter all over him.
He can shower all day long and how much you want to bet he'll still have glitter on him? Thanks, Author, really thanks a lot.]
thewriter[When Castle wakes up he's immediately aware that the sheets on the bed are a bit more luxurious than he's grown used to. Not to say that his sheets aren't nice, these are just...strangely more crisp, and the blanket is much more cozy. He does recognize the room, but it's not his room at the Manor, he sits up and glances around. Its one of many hotel rooms he's spent time in over the years back home.
HOME! That's all that registers. They're home! Immediately, he grabs his Blackberry and calls Beckett.]
( [Cut for private call to Beckett] )
[/end Private]
[He's up wandering around his room as he dresses and talks to Beckett, finally he grabs his coat, his scarf. He spots the cutely decorated note card sitting on the dresser next to his coat, but pays it no mind in his hurry to get out of the building.
Not that it matters much anyway the name Alessa means next to nothing to him. He pulls open his door, and steps out into the hall at this point his impatience is clear.]
Come on! You are taking too long.. I don't know how much time we have.
[This would be Richard Castle, complete disregard for anyone else who might be sleeping. He stuffs his hands in his pockets to suppress the urge to knock obnoxiously on her door, and is surprised to find the note card is now in his pocket. Castle's eyes narrow a bit, if that isn't the first clue that they aren't home, he's not sure what is.
Never mind, he doesn't have time to worry about the little things, his immediate thought is that the 'magic' will only effect them as long as they're in the building, he needs to get Beckett and they need to get out of here.
Castle whistles Frosty the Snowman quietly to himself while he paces back and forth in the hallway outside of Beckett's and his doors.]
HOME! That's all that registers. They're home! Immediately, he grabs his Blackberry and calls Beckett.]
( [Cut for private call to Beckett] )
[/end Private]
[He's up wandering around his room as he dresses and talks to Beckett, finally he grabs his coat, his scarf. He spots the cutely decorated note card sitting on the dresser next to his coat, but pays it no mind in his hurry to get out of the building.
Not that it matters much anyway the name Alessa means next to nothing to him. He pulls open his door, and steps out into the hall at this point his impatience is clear.]
Come on! You are taking too long.. I don't know how much time we have.
[This would be Richard Castle, complete disregard for anyone else who might be sleeping. He stuffs his hands in his pockets to suppress the urge to knock obnoxiously on her door, and is surprised to find the note card is now in his pocket. Castle's eyes narrow a bit, if that isn't the first clue that they aren't home, he's not sure what is.
Never mind, he doesn't have time to worry about the little things, his immediate thought is that the 'magic' will only effect them as long as they're in the building, he needs to get Beckett and they need to get out of here.
Castle whistles Frosty the Snowman quietly to himself while he paces back and forth in the hallway outside of Beckett's and his doors.]
Cherry Bomb 34 ♦ Nice ♦ [In person]
Dec. 13th, 2011 12:20 amfuses-n-scars.livejournal.com[Guess who's just happy as pie to be back somewhere familiar? Though as much as she loves it in NYC, Nice can't help but wish they were sent here at times in the year other than Christmas - the snow was a pain in the ass. But regardless, she won't complain.
If anyone wishes to bother her, she'll be wandering up to Times square - not for any reason in particular, but after getting herself some warmer clothes, she had decided that she'd like to see the city again - and this time, really see it.]
If anyone wishes to bother her, she'll be wandering up to Times square - not for any reason in particular, but after getting herself some warmer clothes, she had decided that she'd like to see the city again - and this time, really see it.]
thumbonmylip.livejournal.com[[Video to Mello]]
Mello.
Take the subway using the corresponding lines of: A, C, E to 14th St; train L to Eighth Avenue.
You will know where I am when you get there. I request your presence urgently.
[And in L method, he ends that feed.]
[[Action.]]
[L and his hands-in-pocket, slouched over look shuffle down the streets of their current city. It's unnerving, seeing faceless people, but he's seen worse in his time here. He's already tried calling home and there's no point in that it seems.
His wide eyes scan the horizon of where he's walking to, on his way to eighth avenue. He stops to look in a window, pondering the contents of the inside of it, then moves in the building. It's never too late to browse.]
Mello.
Take the subway using the corresponding lines of: A, C, E to 14th St; train L to Eighth Avenue.
You will know where I am when you get there. I request your presence urgently.
[And in L method, he ends that feed.]
[[Action.]]
[L and his hands-in-pocket, slouched over look shuffle down the streets of their current city. It's unnerving, seeing faceless people, but he's seen worse in his time here. He's already tried calling home and there's no point in that it seems.
His wide eyes scan the horizon of where he's walking to, on his way to eighth avenue. He stops to look in a window, pondering the contents of the inside of it, then moves in the building. It's never too late to browse.]
1. [Action / Video]
Dec. 12th, 2011 09:44 pmyellowalias.livejournal.comVIDEO;
[ Kida and Kenji are at 5th Avenue. One may notice that Kenji sticks out like a sore thumb in his purple kimono ... *man dress and katana while Kida almost blends in with the crowd. Kenji's face is stuck in a permanent scowl. This time because of the facelessness of the populace. His hand keeps inching towards the katana when he's interrupted by--]
---hey, put the katana away Kenji. I'm about to say something important right now and you're going to scare away the hot chicks--!!
Chicks? [ Kenji shoots Kida a look that clearly reads "We are not on a farm, you simpleton" ]
[Kida completely ignores this and continues.] Oh....wait, oh crap! This was already on? [ awkward pause. ]
HELLO LADIES~!
Now which lucky lady would like to accompany me -the Masaomi Kida- and this guy over here on a shopping spree~!
((or an alternative for action ...));
--alright Kenji, I'm a pro at getting the ladies. Watch and learn!
.... [ It shifts Kenji's attention away from the NPCs for a moment. He doesn't quite believe Kida is a professional at anything, but he's willing to play spectator to a trainwreck. ] I'm watching.
[ Hi there girly looking man / woman!!! You may notice a perky looking blonde teen approaching you from behind along with a preoccupied samurai ... thing following close behind. ]
Why, hello there beautiful~!
[ Kenji twitches at this as it's the exact same pickup line Kida used on him. ]
Couldn't you use some company for this lovely night~?
((replies will come from both Kenji and Kida.))
[Video/Audio/In Person]
Dec. 17th, 2010 10:04 pmmotherofsilence.livejournal.com[Somewhere outside one of the hospitals, there's an odd moment as the walls and sidewalk in a ten foot area start to warp and crumble, wisps of flame curling away as the stone and concrete blackens, blood seeping out of it and hardening across it; for a minute, that spot is shrouded in darkness, as if the shadows started actively eating light. A shape pulls together out of ash and darkness, roughly human, although she's burned to charcoal and cinders, red and sickly grey and black burns making up the whole of her skin; her black hair's singed and crumbled at the edges, and the blue dress she's wearing is covered in ash and blood stains, scorched, with holes eaten through it from flame-sparks here and there. She's sticking close to the burned-up wall, obviously agitated and curled in a hunch, although her movement occasionally stutters like someone dropped a few frames out of the film.
After a couple seconds of disorientation, there's a scream, although the human voice is accompanied by a few other things that don't seem human and a sort of metal-on-metal screech...]
[That scream goes off across the network, with some blackberries possibly suddenly turning on to broadcast it; it's followed, in the broadcast, by static and screeching white noise, with occasional flickers of some kind of nightmarishly burned and blackened room, with an inhuman, unknown shape occasionally pawing at the screen in the frame-flickers - the location of the images isn't consistent, either, and occasionally off in the background a distorted and panicked child's voice can be heard calling out, "Where am I?"]
[OOC: She may not respond to network replies until she calms down and notices the Blackberry, but feel free to respond/react/freak out/WTF anyway.
Also, there is a bit of approach-at-own-risk here - she's a little panicky and not entirely coherent right now.]
After a couple seconds of disorientation, there's a scream, although the human voice is accompanied by a few other things that don't seem human and a sort of metal-on-metal screech...]
[That scream goes off across the network, with some blackberries possibly suddenly turning on to broadcast it; it's followed, in the broadcast, by static and screeching white noise, with occasional flickers of some kind of nightmarishly burned and blackened room, with an inhuman, unknown shape occasionally pawing at the screen in the frame-flickers - the location of the images isn't consistent, either, and occasionally off in the background a distorted and panicked child's voice can be heard calling out, "Where am I?"]
[OOC: She may not respond to network replies until she calms down and notices the Blackberry, but feel free to respond/react/freak out/WTF anyway.
Also, there is a bit of approach-at-own-risk here - she's a little panicky and not entirely coherent right now.]
[Action / Video]
Dec. 17th, 2010 02:55 pmalways-strength.livejournal.com[The muffled sound of the falling snow gives the Soho streets a serene, dream-like quality, only heightened by the lights and the oddly non-descript pedestrians. Ran walks down the street wondering at it all.
She knows exactly where she is. That trip to New York with Shinichi, well -- it was memorable even if for the wrong reasons. Funny that she's choose to remember this part of it -- and at Christmas! Ran paused to finger the bells on a storefront Christmas tree, before catching herself and smiling. Logic in a dream? Shinichi was a bad influence.
Humming happily to herself, Ran strolled down the street unaware that she's accidentally hit the record function on the blackberry she'd found in her wintercoat. It was a nice dream and she intended to enjoy it.]
She knows exactly where she is. That trip to New York with Shinichi, well -- it was memorable even if for the wrong reasons. Funny that she's choose to remember this part of it -- and at Christmas! Ran paused to finger the bells on a storefront Christmas tree, before catching herself and smiling. Logic in a dream? Shinichi was a bad influence.
Humming happily to herself, Ran strolled down the street unaware that she's accidentally hit the record function on the blackberry she'd found in her wintercoat. It was a nice dream and she intended to enjoy it.]
kingroadie.livejournal.com...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?
You find some place nice to stay at least? Some place safe?
First Experiment :: [Video/In Person]
Dec. 16th, 2010 10:18 pminsanemeister.livejournal.com[A tall man wearing large glasses with scars on his face stares at the cadavers behind the glass display. He is smoking a cigarette despite the law in New York against smoking in public places indoors. He is seemingly fascinated with how the bodies are displayed, not taking his eyes off of them. He admires how perfectly preserved they are, and moves closer to get a better look. He wants nothing more than to be able to examine the specimens up close. He takes a drag of his cigarette, blowing smoke in the shape of skulls, much like Death's mask.]
It's truly amazing that corpses are allowed to be dismembered and put on display for the public, but even more so that people pay money to see it. Maybe common people aren't so different from me, after all? Maybe we all have a fascination for the morbid or the horrific. I admire this man's handywork, he certainly knows how to treat a specimen.
[He takes another drag of his cigarette before moving onto the next display.]
blondefuse.livejournal.com[For anyone watching the network, the feed shows Nice in front of a full length mirror. She's in the apartment she's coined as hers, and has just come back from getting herself new, warmer clothes. To her left is a small pile of clothes, a bigger, similar one to her right. She isn't aware she's being filmed, and this is apparent when she shrugs a little to her reflection before pulling off her top and dropping it onto the pile on the left.
Then again, even if she knew she was broadcasting her taste in underwear over the network, she probably wouldn't have cared either way.
Turning back towards the bed (and the blackberry) she goes to choose something else to try on, before noticing the infamous red light, and smirking]
Pervy little..~
[She then cuts the feed off]
f-i-r-e-starter.livejournal.com[Mamimi is sitting in the MoMA on a staircase just below one of Matisse's most famous paintings. In front of her is a blank book that looks like its been sewn together from watercolor paper. She also has a pair of large silver scissors, a rubber cement, glue, and stacks of photographs and magazines. There are clips of pictures, a hand here, an eye here, one or two blocks of background with subject shaped holes. She has a lit cigarette between her lips and inhales deeply as she works, exhaling a jet of gray smoke through her nose]
