[identity profile] want-a-chupa.livejournal.com
[Kio has his results and he grins and holds up his results to the camera.]

[He reads, aloud, for those who can't read it]

ENFP "Journalist". These people love novelty and surprises. They are big on emotions and expression. Life is an exciting drama. They are good at sales, advertising, politics, and acting. 5% of the total population. You should be an artist!

[He grins proudly]

See, it's fate!

[Kio blinks as he goes on]

Oh, but there's also a dietitian/nutritionist or a ombudsman....

What's a ombudsman?

[Now he's looking perplexed. But he smiles again]

I guess it doesn't matter! I'm cut out to be an artist!
[identity profile] makerofimage.livejournal.com
[Willy was sitting at a chair just looking blankly out the window at first. Then his brow furrowed. He's tapping his cane to the tips of his shoes in an absentminded gesture that he's getting a little antsy. Something just felt off but familiar at the same time. Sure he could go to the kitchen and create something but while his mind was occupied by the strange of the somewhat normal, he couldn't get his mind to engage readily. Especially after his conversation with Mello that they were kidnapped and held against their will.]

Huh, maybe that rabbit is on to something. I feel like I'm trapped in a really bad story. That almost seems...counter intuitive?

[His eyes shift to the left and to the right then he smiles.]

Oh well. It's not like it's that bad....right? I mean if a rabbit can talk in this place, who knows what's going to happen. I wonder....

[He stands up from his seat and grabs his Blackberry. He giggles as he moves toward the swimming pool.]

I bet if I imagine this pool to be jello, it'll turn to jello. Not that I would swim in it.

[He closes his eyes and imagines clear jello. He slowly opens his eyes and puts his fingers to the surface. Nothing changed.]

Oh well, it was worth a shot.
[identity profile] mr-plot-bunny.livejournal.com
[There's a scrambling noise, a clicking like claws on plastic. The feed kicks in, revealing nothing but gray fur at first. Then whiskers, then a big dark eye, then sharp slicing teeth, then, after a second, an entire rabbit looking into the camera. Its nose twitches thoughtfully. What a cute little--

Suddenly it begins to speak.

Its voice is male and hoarse. It sounds like a seasoned smoker's voice.]


God I hate these stupid things...which button is it again? Is it recording? Yeah, it's recording. Dammit

[clears its throat]

Alright listen up! Wherever you are pay attention! I am The Plot Bunny. You see that writing? "Once upon a time in a big old house yada-yada-yada?" Yeah? Good. You are in that Story. I'm sure you're all confused and crap and it's my job to make sure you stop being confused. So its opened Q&A time.

Just try not ask anything too stupid.
[identity profile] want-a-chupa.livejournal.com
Uh...it's Kio-chan, everyone. I'm just wondering if anybody's got any hair stuff, the humidity's frizzing mine up like crazy! I look like a chia-pet! So if anybody's got anything I'd be in your debt!! Thanks!
[identity profile] worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com
[Mello's standing in the entry hall staring up at the words. He sighs.]

Any ideas?
[identity profile] fetchdixon.livejournal.com
I jus' realised I think I know what's goin' on here...

This is one of those prank TV shows isn't it?

I've been set up!

(he starts laughing)

Ok, ok, you got me!
[identity profile] badfic-mods.livejournal.com
It's the dead of night. Most of you are probably asleep. Those who weren't asleep are probably not in the entrance hall. Those who are in the entrance hall need to blink, once in a while.

And the next time you look up the strange writing above the door, it looks different. Another phrase has been added to the message.


...In a big, old, house...
[identity profile] another-dayjob.livejournal.com
[It's not exactly clear how the thing turned on, but it's broadcasting the inside of the music room. There are footsteps as Touya appears in the frame, wearing blue socks and jeans and a plain white t-shirt. His back is to them as he is crouched in front of a cabinet full of instruments in black plastic cases. He says nothing as he pulls a violin case free from the mess. Kneeling on the ground he turns and opens it and lets out a soft sound of appreciation at the instrument inside. With strange delicateness from such big hands Touya lifts the instrument out of its case.]

And begins to play.... )
[identity profile] fetchdixon.livejournal.com
Hi guys,

Has anyone else noticed how there are no phones in this place? I mean there's these blackberrys but I can't get an outward line...

Seems kinda weird that a place this expensive lookin' with all this stuff ain't got no phones...

Anyway, I'm jus' gonna get somethin' to eat if anyone wants to join me?
[identity profile] want-a-chupa.livejournal.com
[Kio's out in the sunshine with an easel he found in his bedroom and a large canvas. The blackberry is set in the sand by his feet, on a slight incline. He's set up at the edge of the lake frowning over the water. He closes one eye, lifting his thumb perpendicular to the sky. He closes one eye, then the other, then he peers over his glasses, looking past his thumb. Then with a deliberate nod and a "mm-hmm" he sets to work with a thin stick of charcoal against the canvas. After a few moments he sighs and puts the charcoal down on the easel. He finally decides to pick up the camera]

Oi! Sou-chan! Come paint with me! It's really beautiful out here! That goes for anyone else too! Come on! I'll even teach you how if you want!
[identity profile] worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com
[[Private to Matt]]

[Mello is standing outside, there are birds chirping distantly, the wet grass shines in the light, cicadas and going wild.]

Matt, wake the Hell up. Get up. Now.

[[End private]]

[[Private to L]]

I'm going to explore this place, get my bearings. I'll report back to you when I get a better feel for it.

Text

May. 29th, 2010 06:24 pm
[identity profile] gamer-anon.livejournal.com
Once upon a time, huh. Always hated fairy tales. Guys like me usually get turned into a frog or eaten by a wolf, some shit like that.

Whoever brought me here better not be expecting me to pony up any rent. Could barely afford the crappy place I was in before. Nevermind that I didn't ask to come here in the first place...wherever here is.

...I'd better not be the princess either. Fair warning.
[identity profile] fetchdixon.livejournal.com
(he looks and sounds very uncertain)
Hello?

...erm... I don't know who can hear me... seems like there's a lot of confused people but I think all these Blackberrys, like, link up?

I don't really know what's goin' on an' this is all reall really wierd... gettin' a little freaked out...

But if you can hear this I think we should all find a place to meet up, maybe someone will have the answers...?
[identity profile] finally-quit.livejournal.com

Goddamn it Francis we're all gona die! 

                [Louis screams sitting up in his bed only to realize that instead of being in a crashing helicopter like he remembered he is now in a room looking very familiar to him.] I-is this my office?

                [He looks around and notices the familiar cubical and the same water cooler off to the side only this time there was only his cubicle and another next to his not the endless sea of them as he remembered.] I thought I got away from this place.

                [Louis lays back down onto his bed and puts his hands over his eyes.] Damn Francis first you killed me now I'm in Hell!

                [He lifts up one hand and pears onto the desk to notice a blackberry sitting there. Louis sits up and picks up the blackberry turning it on.] Wow the company never used to give us stuff like this maybe Hell won't be so bad.

                [He chuckles to himself then notices that underneath the phone there was a small key. He picks it up and looks around for what it could go to, peering over the office walls he notices a wooden door that was never there before and didn't go with the rest of the off white office look. Louis gets up and opens the door seeing on the outside the words "Louis- Junior Systems Analyst"] Looks like I can't even get a promotion here.

                [He looks down both ends of the hall noticing a stairwell to the right of him.] Maybe we got rescued, maybe the others are here too!

                [He begins walking down the hall heading towards the stairs.] Zoey!? Bill!? ...Francis?

                [The video feed cuts out as Louis says the final name.]


[identity profile] another-dayjob.livejournal.com
[An attractive young man of roughly 17 is leaning out of his door. He peers up and down the hall, looking a little confused and a little exasperated. The view is from his left hand which is holding the 'berry. Is brow is furrowed in confusion. The plaque on his door reads "Kinomoto Touya" on it, with nothing underneath. He's muttering to himself]

Now where the Hell am I?
[identity profile] want-a-chupa.livejournal.com
[Kio is sitting in bed, the blankets are scrunched around his waist and his chest it bare. He smiles sweetly but flirtatiously into the camera]

Sou-chan~! You must have gotten me drunk, I don't even remember what happened~!

[He giggles]

It must have been a wild night though. I'm glad you finally let me make you a meal~! Where are you? I'm ready for breakfast~.

((OOC: Kio woke up in what looks like Soubi's bedroom and is understandably excited))
[identity profile] worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com
[If you're room is near Mello's you may have already heard the shooting. He's fired off his gun randomly into the walls, paranoia does that to you. He doesn't remember being here. He doesn't remember falling asleep. And he doesn't like it. When the feed clicks on Mello is just getting out of bed, gun in hand.]

I don't know who the fuck you are and I don't give a shit, I am coming for you! And. I. Will. Kill. You. I want answers and I want them now! Got it?!

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