[identity profile] always1truth.livejournal.com
[Conan has got his hand in Ran's and he's walking with with his head down and going over a few things in his mind. It's obvious he's perfectly content and comfortable holding hands with her. He looks up at her checking to see how she's fairing with being shoved into a whole new environment with all new laws of physics-]

Ne Ran-neechan, are you feeling better today?

[Ran's glancing into the windows of the restaurants and cafes they pass -- despite Conan's assurances that the author's provided enough money for them to eat at the best places in town, she's still worried that they're going to end up footing the bill. She glances away from the diner window at Conan's question.]

It should be me asking you that -- you'd have been reading up until two or three if I hadn't noticed the light still on under your door! It's a wonder you're awake at all!


[...Right. Bedtime was something he was going to have to get used to again] I'm okay-I'm used to staying up late. [And then he freezes. That might not have been the best thing to reassure her with-Quick! Change of subject!]

It's just that Ran-neechan is still new to this place and it's a lot to get used too.

[Oh, Ran caught that all right. She's going to let it go -- but you can bet that your late nights are going to be a thing of the past, Conan-kun.] Not that much to get used to, I hope! Ne, how about this place? It's a little like Poirot's!

[Conan stops to look into the cafe-looks like they weren't the only ones thinking about breakfast this morning-and it wasn't just the faceless two dimensional people either! Ran probably needed to meet a few more people anyway.] Sure!

((ooc: Feel free to be in the restaurant or to walk in to it and meet Ran. /o/ Both Conan and Ran will be responding! This is an open post so have fun :Db

Italics - Ran))
[identity profile] eugene-watson.livejournal.com
[Gene was putting the finishing touches to his Christmas shopping and looked at his finds with an accomplished look.]

Finally. And with a week to spare. Talk about perfect timing. Oh hey, Sara, I was thinking that we could go ice skating later before we're forced back to the Manor. What do you think about that?
[identity profile] finalarbiter.livejournal.com
[At first the feed displays only a gray colored panel. There is a light "fluff" noise, that sounds as though somebody has just flung the comforter off the bed which in fact, happens to be the case exactly.]

...What the hell? Oh- OH WHAT THE-?!

[There is a string of angry footsteps that become progressively louder. The sound of drawers being slammed open can be heard. Scuttling noises accompany them as fingers frantically grab at their contents. But all this is much less interesting than what is being displayed on the feed for a whirl of pink and white cotton comes into focus, replacing the monochromaticity of the gray ceiling. Light Yagami's face cannot be seen, save for an single instant in which he turns his head to look directly at the blinking light of the Blackberry.]

You've got to be kid-

[He stretches his hand out and the feed cuts.]
[identity profile] mei-tantei.livejournal.com
Hey.


[Presumably sometime after Conan dared to venture away from Ran and probably said he had to go to the bathroom :|]
[identity profile] abluechild.livejournal.com
[Aoko is moving over to the couch with an unreadable expression on her face. She's clearly annoyed but it's not clear as to what's annoying her. She had spent a good thirty minutes or more last night explaining to Kaito she didn't mind sleeping on the couch-having gone to sleep thinking she won the argument she quickly became aware that wasn't the case at all and he moved her in her sleep.

What's making her angry though is that she doesn't have a reason to be angry about that- honestly she would have much preferred sleeping in a bed but she didn't think anyone should have to give up theirs for her. Stupid Magician.

So, having no real reason to be angry she found herself annoyed with him anyway and went to sit on him to wake him up-even she was really annoyed like she wanted to be she'd dump water on him but alas that wasn't happening.]

((ooc: So. Aoko gave up her bed so Akako could have it and attempted to take up the couch-her plans were foiled because of a certain spiky haired magician. :|))
[identity profile] breaks-fate.livejournal.com
Give me back my immunization you Bitch!


((Keiichi's misfortune is that he ran out of immunization shots. He'll be caving very soon.))
[identity profile] 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]


[identity profile] gamer-anon.livejournal.com
[Anyone out on the street would be lucky enough to witness it...Matt's bad luck. It started when he dropped his last pack of cigarettes in the toilet. Once outside of the building, he managed to step in the wad of chewing gum that everyone else had avoided. The redhead cursed under his breath as he scraped the bottom of his boot against the curb in a vain attempt to get the sticky stuff off.

Somehow, Matt trips over his own feet, and ends up hitting the ground -- but not before his Blackberry does, triggering the video function to broadcast his kissing the pavement. And that tearing fabric sound? That would be the seat of his jeans, promising a nice view of his lucky flamingo boxers when he does stand up again.

The video's angle doesn't show much of his face, but that striped shirt and horrible vest still have 'Matt' written all over them.

He lays on the sidewalk for a moment. Nothing's broken...except for his pride and that stubborn streak inside him.

He groans in surrender.]


Okay, so what do chicks like?
[identity profile] inabaidolrise.livejournal.com
I'm a little confused at who exactly I'm buying for. Their name doesn't give much away except that it's very short, so I was wondering if anyone knew this person and if they could help me figure something out.
[identity profile] 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]
[identity profile] timefordressup.livejournal.com
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Ciel~!


Come to the Plaza Hotel please~ I have something for you!

~Love
Lizzie
[identity profile] pintsizedempath.livejournal.com
[Raven had no idea what to buy for Christmas. She didn't know the name she'd found written across her ceiling, and frankly it was more inconveniant than anything; she hadn't been planning on buying any presents, if only because she was so bad at finding gifts that she knew people would like.

After making herself find some more 
warmer clothing, she'd headed into the bookstore she'd started calling home, and made herself comfortable at one of the tables, the peace and quiet relaxing and the warmth more than welcome.]
[identity profile] truehappyending.livejournal.com
[The blackberry shows what appears to be a room somewhere as the fabric that were once the curtains appears to have bits and pieces that are missing from it, clearly in shapes that seem to look like something of an outfit. The blackberry is soon moved as Giselle can be seen looking directly at it for a moment, her clothes being completely different than before and look an awful lot like the curtains that were seen previously by the windows.

She appears to be happy as she spins around, the blackberry now in a different place as now her full outfit can be seen.]


Ah, apparently this is the season that people exchange gifts and like everyone else I had someone to buy for.

[She goes out of the blackberry's view as she holds up another outfit.]

I already done my present for that person. I hope it is okay?
[identity profile] 1ofyour5aday.livejournal.com

[After her near-fatal encounter with Zarbon, and after a day or two of being room bound, Elphaba had found her way back out into the world. She meant to find Kuja at some point and thank him, and she also had to find a gift for someone called Oz. Weirdly ironic that the Author had paired them together for this particular plot, but hey - she didn't care too much either way.

As she made her way down the street, she did worry a little that she might run into Zarbon again; after being told that Piccolo was no where near as strong as him, she did feel somewhat...vulnerable, if that was the right word.

Pushing her hands into her pockets, she continues on her way, hoping to keep herself to herself
]

((It's all good if you want someone to bump into her~ ^ ^))


[identity profile] hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com
[John is standing just in front of the large Christmas tree at a mall and shakes his head.]

Anyone got any ideas? I gotta get a gal a gift but all that comes t' mind are coats, gloves an' sweaters. That's not entirely original. An' I ain't stealin' it fer you folks out there lookin' t' bust me neither so get that outta yer heads.

[He moves from the tree and starts looking at various kiosks for ideas.]

Never mind. I'll find somethin'. Hope you guys're fairin' better than me.
[identity profile] f-i-r-e-starter.livejournal.com
[The first sound is the metallic tick of a lighter struggling to life. Then a pause as Mamimi inhales and the slow whoosh as she releases the smoke from her mouth. She sounds more upbeat than usual when she finally speaks]

Kuja-sama! Piccolo-san! I was thinking maybe we could all go do something together, like get this Secret Santa thing done.

[There's a pause and her voice drops a little in volume and mood]

Piccolo-san, is your friend okay?
[identity profile] want-a-chupa.livejournal.com
[Kio is in the MET's gift shop, muttering to himself]

Let's see, what should I get him... A bunch of post cards? A poster? A book? Maybe a t-shirt? Oooh! Those books ends are pretty cool! But what if he doesn't like books?

[Kio rubs the back of his head then lets out a loud whine]

Gyaaaaaaaa! This shouldn't be so hard!
[identity profile] controlstheice.livejournal.com
[It hadn't even been a day and since he was trying to ignore this whole Secret Santa business, especially since his turned out to be the one person in this whole place that hated him and he hated in return. He didn't see the point in getting her anything, but because of this as the bunny said it would he seems to have a tiny bit of misfortune during his second day already.

He had already so far ripped one of his shirts that he was planning on wearing today, but couldn't now so it meant he wasn't going to be warm if he did go out anyway. When he did go out he nearly fell over black ice at least a few times, when he was so sure there wasn't any there. All in all it was only the first day and already he wasn't amused.

Pulling out the blackberry from his pocket he switched to text and wrote a message.]


Is anyone else having a problem today?
[identity profile] ofmywill.livejournal.com
[ The first thing he notices is that he appears to no longer in be in constant, agonising pain. Pretty easy thing to notice, all things considered!

The second thing is that it is fucking cold. Minato sits up with a jolt, drawing in one sharp breath, eyes wide for just a few seconds as everything comes flooding back: noise, people, sunlight, life...the boy's breath rises and falls for some time, just staring straight ahead, before he manages to get himself together enough to notice anything other than broad concepts.

He appears to have been laying on a park bench, bundled up in his usual winter clothing, a name searing itself indelibly into his conciousness within those first few seconds. Elphaba...whoever that was, he had to get a present for Elphaba.

Then someone yells at him to get a job and he sits up properly, swinging his legs off the park bench. People walking past, a hot-dog vendor over there, ducks...and everyone is speaking- what is that, English? It is.

Curiouser and curiouser. Minato feels a few weights on his person and gets to investigating: his mp3 player and headphones are back, thank goodness, and his Evoker is tucked into a safe inner pocket. That just leaves this odd cellphoney device- he tugs it out and looks down at it, eyes still hazy from sleep and confusion. ]


...a city? How?

[ H-help, guys. He has no idea what's going on. ]
[identity profile] always1truth.livejournal.com
Okay-we all know we're going to be forced into this whole secret Santa thing- there's a problem though as most of us probably don't know the person we've been assigned too and obviously, it being a secret Santa we can't just go and get to know the person-

No, what I purpose we do is compile a small list of things we enjoy to give our Secret Santa an idea of what to do-

Me for example- I like soccer, Mysteries, and logic puzzles.

You can feel free to leave you list here. And remember it should be only simple things-nothing too complex or you don't want anyone to know about.

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