Jun. 7th, 2010

[identity profile] obliqueorder.livejournal.com
[Though the other people on the DEMISE network wouldn't be able to tell, it takes Fritz quite a while to get his communicator working, because wat is technology. Fritz is intelligent, yes, but things like this most certainly did not exist in the 1700s.]

I assume this is finally working, then? This device is rather interesting, I must admit. Never have I heard of something of this nature, let alone used one myself.

[Yeah, he's turning the communicator around now just to get a better look at what it's like when it's actually on. Enjoy those camera views. He stops eventually and places the communicator back down the way it was before.]

But I digress. Flattered as I am that the people from... Shibusen, I believe, have requested my assistance--and I use the term request lightly, mind you--I do have my own matters to attend to, particularly those in Saxony. Is it common practice here to take a man from his own war and enlist him in another?

On a different note, assuming the information I have already obtained is, in fact, the truth, I would appreciate assistance locating a store that sells musical instruments, if there is one here. As unfortunate as this situation is, it would be far worse if there were no way for me to occupy myself in my spare time here.
[identity profile] intuitivecop.livejournal.com
[Private to Tseng]

[Aya appears out of breath,  somewhat distraught, and, well, let's hope she put on deodorant before she arrived in Death City.]

I keep... going around in circles. [A hand goes through her hair, no amount of make-up could cover up those bags under her eyes. Sexy.] I don't know where she is. [She struggles with this next part, because asking for help isn't really her thing; especially with a man she hardly knows. ]

... Please. Help me find her. I can't waste anymore time.
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[personal profile] alphaspider
I see that the BREW's been a lot more busy lately. It almost makes this building claustrophobic.

[He grins at the camera, and then looks to the side at something else in the room.]

Kurapika's more or less fine now. I'd be more worried about Crane, considering the damage done to him by the Prussians in the scene.

Since I'm not about to let my partner move around, how about coming over with Cloud instead, Seph? [Heck yeah, that nickname all over the network.]
[identity profile] forthecamera.livejournal.com
[video]

Wow, it looks like we got a big batch this time around. Hello to everyone who has come. My name is Rise Kujikawa! I was also brought to this world, much as you have, but have been around quite a long time, so if you have any questions please feel free to ask me.

Before that, please take a look at this post. It contains a lot of basic information. Unfortunately I have not updated it in a really long time since a lot has happened in the recent week, so it is a little outdated, but I will be working on getting new and up to date posts soon, as well as a new one on BREW.

I'm sure a lot of you are very curious as to whether you are a Weapon or Meister so let me direct you to a couple people who can tell you that. First there are Maka Albarn, Kid, and Professor Stein all who are natives of this world.

Amongst us recruits, others that can help you are Watanki and Allen. I'm sure if you ask anyone of them they will be very happy to let you know which you are.

I'd also like to offer my services to anyone who might be a Weapon in learning how to transform. It can be a little tricky at first, and really is more of an instinctual thing, but I'll do must best to help you along.

I'd like to apologize in advance to the network. Since I'll be creating entirely new information posts to get it more organized I'll be doing a bit of spamming.

So all that said, once again, if anyone has any questions I'll do my best to answer them!
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[personal profile] ih8spiders
[The feed opens to fingers pulling away from the screen, then a view of the bathroom ceiling, the swishing sounds of someone brushing their teeth, and to one side--a rather skewed view of Kurapika from below. Details might be difficult to make out, but he's pale and disheveled and his movements are sluggish, like he's still half-asleep and is having trouble waking up. Yeah, someone's accidentally turned the video post option on while setting the communicator down by the sink. Do please forgive him; bone-deep exhaustion, clumsy fingers, an oddly sensitive keyboard and all that.

It doesn't take him long to realize the mistake, however. The blond gargles, spits, looks down at his SC and blinks when he realizes that it's been recording for a while. People who are familiar with him might note that his eyes are a shade darker than usual--like there's a bit of red mixed in.]


... Aah. Sorry about that.

[He moves to turn the feed off.]

oo1 | Video

Jun. 7th, 2010 04:46 pm
[identity profile] waitsforletters.livejournal.com
[The face that appears the communicator doesn't have any trace of pain on it; she's done crying for now. Put on a smile; show them your happy face, Maron, she tells herself, and then you can see her begin to speak.]

I'm Maron Kusakabe! It's nice to meet you all.

Let's, um... I hope we can all work together. I look forward to it. [But she still can't force herself to feign happiness more than that. Not right now. And so, the feed ends.]
[identity profile] investigative.livejournal.com
[There’s nothing but the sound of munching for a good long minute before the voice of an annoyed adult female begins speaking.]

I don’t care what that [munch munch] Scythe guy said this has got to be some kind of joke. There’s no such place as Death City in Nevada or I’d [munch] know about it. I actually payed attention in History, you know.

Now if you don’t mind I have a [munch munch munch] crime scene to [munch] get back to. I don’t have time to play [munch munch] stupid games with human-weapons and witches, neither of which can actually exist scientifically, might I add. Parlor tricks aren't enough to [munch] convince me otherwise.

[with one final MUNCH the voice feature is turned off.]
[identity profile] resonant-eve.livejournal.com
Work - please work!

[Sitting on the uncomfortable ground, a light grey coloured wall in the background, Eve sighs, short blond hair framing her saddened face as she shifts uncomfortably. At first she doesn’t realize that the device is even recording but all of a sudden the light bulb above her head flashes to life.]

Oh… It’s on.

[A little more hopeful now, she sighs, baby blues shinning with renewed sense of optimism.]

I don’t know how long this thing records for but I want to know if anyone knows a way back to New York? I don’t care about witches or this war or why I was brought here. I just want to go home and see my sister and my friends again. I know I’m the only one. There’s got to be a way even if those people can’t find it. There’s always a way.

[Most of the time… Maybe?]

And if any one knows how to can make a phone call out of this district… please tell me… Even if I'm not allowed to go back for a while, I still want to ring home to let them know where I am.