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blondefuse.livejournal.com

[Anyone heading to the third floor corridor may just meet Nice coming down the stairs. She's not panicking or angry at being somewhere completely alien to her. She looks relaxed, chilled out, as if nothing in the world in bothering her. This is, however, untrue.

Running a gloved hand down the banister as she nears the bottom steps, she pushes her other hand into her pocket, feeling for the box of spare matches she kept on her at all times. Mostly out of habit, but also for a sense of security.]

Current Mood: anxious

stalker-horse.livejournal.com

[Upstairs, there is a frustrated wail from the storage room, and the sound of the storage door slamming.]

YOU LOT ATE THE FISHING LINE?!

[if anyone pokes their head up to investigate, Saguru has slumped down just outside the storage room's door with a fishing pole leaned against the door. He's holding up a black tribble, with five or six others rustling over to cuddle up against him.]

You're just lucky you don't seem to be edible -

[He eyes it hard for a moment, and then the urge to kill visible deflates.]

Gah. If only Watson were here, I could get quail or something off the grounds...

yuekito.livejournal.com

[The recording device turns on with a thump as it hits the ground. The camera is apparently facing the carpet -- it's pitch-black and the audio is slightly muffled.]

No, ah - no, stop that --

[Yukito's voice sounds slightly flustered. He is usually unflappable, but these little creatures are driving him berserk.]

Those are my papers, if you would please -

[Apparently he thinks talking to them will do good, and the feed becomes even more muffled, rendering his voice incomprehensible, though he sounds very much like he is pleading with the tribbles. It's not long before he picks the device up, though, looking more frazzled than possible, startled that the feed has been turned on. A small mess of tribbles seemed to have made a nest in the hood of his long-sleeved shirt; Yukito hasn't seemed to notice yet.]

Oh, sorry about that.

[And he cuts it off.]

abluechild.livejournal.com

...There are too many of these things. They're cute and all, but I can't get them all out of the shower!

[Whiiiiine Aoko wants to take a shower. >: She likes being clean :|]

Current Mood: annoyed

hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com

I gotta know how to use this thing right. It's called a Blackberry. It says so on the device. Gotta ask a favor out there to anyone that knows how to work this thing right. How to read all that stuff. I've figured out how to make it show the picture screen and the basics but I'm wantin' the grit on all of it.

Also, while talkin' through this thing, I wanna talk to anyone that's been in that court thing. I'm lookin' at gettin' the whole picture and not just part of it. And what's this thing about earthquakes? One of my lamps fell down an' it seemed kinda funny that there's no aftershock. Did a gas main blow up somewheres? Never mind. Stupid question.

Yeah....so I'm gettin' off this thing now. John Dillinger, over an' out.

[A soft beep was heard as he thumbs the button.]

Current Location: Room 61

p3rfect-kill3r.livejournal.com

[In Shiki's quest to adapt to his surroundings had been seeking some way to hone his skills without his prized Katana. A present from his commander to prove he was the best. Not that it mattered anyway. If anything the outdoors seemed to be a nice distraction from the ever growing populace of furry pests within the Manor. In some way he enjoyed the change of scenery, even if it was nothing more than an annoyance. Then again - when life gives you lemons you make the best damn lemonade you can with it, which was exactly what he was doing. There must have been some purpose to him being brought here in the grander scheme of things than simply the Author. Teach him to become the best warrior possible with more means than just his katana and wits? He'd see. Until then he took a seat by the lake's shore, giving a confused glance to what looked like a construction site. Little did he know that he was looking right at Jack's attempt to make the Black Pearl.]

The hell..?

Current Mood: restless

one-eyed-zero.livejournal.com

Natsuo is sleeping happily, unaware that he has been moved from his Youji's. Side. His ears twitch and his tail moves, but other then that he look sound asleep~ So cute~ One of the tribbles even makes it way into his arms and he pets it, just because it's soft.

All of that comes to a furry and squeaky end though when three dozen of the tribbles come crashing down into his head from the broken tiles on the ceiling.

"WHAT?!" Natsuo hisses as he jumps up in the bed, throwing the tribble that he was petting at the wall with a thud. "THE FUCK?!" the tribbles are fast though and try to crawl up on his long hair. "GET OFF! DIE! TEAR!"

With that streaks of light kill a few of them, but since he just woke up and Youji isn't there it's not as powerful as he would have liked it to have been.

... wait, Youji?! "YOUJI?!" He looks around, but in the pit of his chest he already knows he can't feel his sacrifice. Meanwhile, in normal time, the tribbles are crawling on his tail, up his hair and onto his ears. "GET OFF!" Natsuo trips out of bed, eyes speaking of how he wants these stupid things to suffer. "strike, sting, thousands of small, powerful bites!"

With his spell, lights rain down in the tribbles and they run away. Natsuo giggles as they rum out of the room, squeaking. "COME BACK!! I want to hurt you some more!" He follows, tormenting the tribbles as he does.

stalker-horse.livejournal.com

[He'd been asleep.]

[Maybe it was some subconscious tug that he was in the wrong place.]

[Maybe it was the sudden handful of tribbles on the bed.]

[Either way, he wasn't asleep anymore.]

[And was blearily looking between the tribbles, the rest of the room, and the other half of the room in confusion.]

[Especially the tribbles and the other half of the room.]

- Kaito's? [Sense, this makes none.]

kingroadie.livejournal.com

[The feed starts-

hell its hard to even tell how it starts beyond the blackberry being in the air, tribbles stuck to it and several others flying in the air.

Though the feed gets to see a surprisingly quick Eddie wielding his axe, expression serious as he uses the flat edge of it to whack the both the black berry and the tribbles around it out into the hallway. The view spinning and dizzying before it actually hits the wall outside of Eddie's room.

The blackberry only having a gentle collision with the wall thanks to the amass of tribbles surrounding it. It falling to the floor with a soft thuwmp, still faintly able to see Eddie in his room, jumping into the air with his guitar. Playing a hard chord. Everything flying upwards when he lands. A mini earthquake rolling through his room as he frees his axe to repeat the process. More tribbles flying out into the halllway pelting the wall and raining down on the blackberry.

Dare yee who pass by stop to ask what the flying hell is going on?]

kobatonotdobato.livejournal.com

[Kobato thought it would be a good idea to try and sing to the tribbles that had come out of nowhere and start reproducing like crazy as she thinks that since singing makes people happy, and on occasion sleep and calm, maybe her singing to them will help. Standing in the gardens hands clasped tight together as she stood in front of a lot of tribbles as she opened her mouth and started to sing a song that she hoped in one way or another would settle the things and stop them from well smothering everyone to death. While singing some tribbles had actually seem to stop eating, but it was unsure as to why as she was still singing.]

1ofyour5aday.livejournal.com

[The feed comes on fairly suddenly, and shows part of Elphaba's room. A mass of brown fur disappearing off camera shows anyone watching that it was one of the many tribbles that accidentally switched the video on. They're pretty much everywhere, climbing over each other and chewing anything they can find.

As one or two find their way onto the Grimmerie, another pads into the camera's view, a small green bottle held intow. It just casually chews on it, the cork eventually coming loose and the emerald green liquid contents spill everywhere. The creature happily laps it up, turning green as it does so. When it seems to tire of the elixir, the tribble clumsily climbs over it, sending it over te edge of the bed and, as a result, the bottle smashes.

Just then, the door opens, and at the sight of her infested room, Elphaba's expression creases into an angry scowl. Trying to step over them but eventually not caring, Elphaba stops short as she catches sight of first, the spilled green liquid, and then the large broken shards of glass. Her expression softens considerably, becoming deeply saddened. When she next looks up at the mess of fur around her room, her eyes are glazed over as though she was about to cry, her lips moving as she mutters something to quiet fo the audio to pick up clearly.

One by one, within a matter of seconds, all of the tribbles turn to stone, the incessant purring drawn to an abrupt halt. Looking backdown at the mess of glass, Elphaba kneels down next to it, picking up the largest shard she can find. Altough the feed can't see it, the glas is embellished with an 'M']

Current Mood: crushed

searchformysin.livejournal.com

What's with all the hairballs and how are they multiplying?

[He moves the blackberry to show a giant pile of Tribbles in the hallway, and if to get his answer on how he spotted them giving birth.]

Well that's about the grossest thing I've seen in a while. Is that how all things give birth or just these furry things?

nofishplz.livejournal.com

[Kaito is in the main hall of the third floor, where the tribble population isn't quite as bad just yet, probably because there aren't as many people up here for them to cling to and there isn't as much to eat.]

Jeez, talk about irritating. She'd better get bored with this soon or we won't have a mansion left here.

[He feels something brush against his ankle and looks down. Oh, hey, isn't that the exact same white furball that's been stalking him all week? At this point he was pretty sure it was. It was rubbing against his ankle, purring quite happily at having found him again.]

Jeez. You're even more stubborn than Hakuba, aren't you? [Well he could admire it's determination at least.]

controlstheice.livejournal.com

[The blackberry has been turned on by one of the Tribbles that have somehow made it into Aidou's freezing cold room, as it shows little white things spread across the desk and the Tribbles nibbling away on them and the one who had turned on the blackberry soon moves to join in on the new found treat.

A door is heard in the background, with yawning before the voice stops mid-yawn.]

How the hell did you lot get in here without freezing to death? [Aidou moves swiftly towards the desk to push the rats away, looking to see just what they were eating as now the blackberry shows his face, as clear as day looking shocked with a tiny hint of anger.]

Those were my last pills and you ate them you little fat rats!!!!!!!!

[Aidou starts picking them out as he opened the curtains, and opening the window, flinching as he does since it was daytime out as he picked the tribbles up one by one and started flinging them out of the window.]

Next time stay out! [He slams the window shut quickly after the last one is gone and he closes the curtains, after which he looks at his hand and sighs, still not noticing that the blackberry was running the whole time. When he goes to place his hands on the desk to check how many pills he had left, you can clearly see his hands are burned.]

They nearly ate them all. These won't even last me another week.

11-sies.livejournal.com

This infestation is strange enough, I'm a little bit interested-but not enough. I'd much rather like to know how they got in the TARDIS. I know Amy wouldn't adopt a pet for us without clearing it with me first. And why would we need a pet? All that traveling can't be good for it...

Although, I think there's some hermit crabs in the library somewhere...

furryproblems.livejournal.com

[Remus manages to turn the video on correctly this time, and he's even got it right-side up. The feed is shaky as he holds it, however.

He's kneeling in a bare room - his room. Strangely, there are no tribbles on him. When the feed jars as he lays the blackberry on the ground, however, you can see where all the tribbles have gone: they're under his bed. Or at least trying to be under his bed. They're congregated just under the bed's wooden frame, and pushing each other to move further in. For some reason, though, they can't. There's no visible barrier, but none of them seem to be moving forward -

and then they're out of sight again. Remus looks curiously into the camera.]

Er, look, everyone, I'm sorry to be bothering you all, but I have a question that I want everyone to hear. It took me a while to decide to do it this way, but I think it's important...

Er. I was just wondering... if we're in a story controlled by an author, how do we know that the author isn't controlling us, as well? I mean, our thoughts and actions and such.

Er. That's it. Thanks for listening.

[There's an awkward pause, and then he brings his hand up to the blackberry, shutting the feed off.]

hell-is-silent.livejournal.com

[There is a Tribble on her head.

There is a TRIBBLE on her HEAD.

Annnddd all over her room. Her floor is covered like a bad shag carpet. She doesn't look pleased.]

Okay. I know these things are cute, but this is like an epidemic. Can't we do some population control? Kill them humanely? Throw them out the window? SOMETHING?

another-dayjob.livejournal.com

[Touya's door opens, a cascade of Tribbles fly out of the room thrown by a yellow and blue broom. It seems Touya's doing some tidying up. He's sweeping the little fur balls out of the room. He follows them out, making sure they stay in the hallway before going back in. A second wave of Tribbles go flying after a few minutes pause, along with their bristled pursuer. Touya gives the growing Tribble nest in the hall a look, as if warning them not to follow him back in again. Now for the next group, it seems feeding them all week was a bad idea.]

ginsengismyfave.livejournal.com

[Iroh's in the music room, playing a lively tune on his Tsungi horn. And he's surrounded by Tribbles. Loads of them. Purring. All over the floor. They might be facing him, but it's hard to tell.

Iroh finishes his piece and faces the screen with a grin.]

Looks like they appreciate music!

[He smiles and goes back to playing. He's stopped after three notes when a Tribble crawls into the open end of the horn.]

Curious things, aren't they?

always1truth.livejournal.com

[There is a mound of tribbles out in the hall and they are all happily purring away as a few more join the others. The mound starts to move and a few fall off as Conan attempts to unbury himself from the fuzzy creatures... however, they aren't having any of that as they regroup on him again. It seems they like him...]

Current Mood: annoyed

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Entries tagged with plot: trouble with tribbles

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