[video]

[dai-mon-dai.livejournal.com]

[Masaru pads by the camera in his pjs (and pink bathslippers), looking like he just showered and is getting ready for bed after staying up well into the morning, between the holiday and the chaos of the night before.

But he still takes the time to set up the comm.]

So uh... everyone okay? N, Tavros, To- wait I know you're okay nevermind. Me and Armstrong guarded the jail all night and I'm beat...

But heh take a look.

[And here he pulls a few pillowcases (probably stolen from his Partner's bed) and pours piles of candy in front of the camera.]

Yo, I bet I got tons more then anyone else!

November 2, 2009 - Tuesday

[voyeur_moon]

[I hope you guys are getting your rest for the day. It seemed like you had more than just a Halloween party... But hopefully tonight will be a nicer night than last. After all, tonight we're celebrating The Lantern Festival!

At 8pm later tonight, all the lights will go out in Death City except for emergency lights. That is when the lanterns will go up. It will be led by Shibusen's staff.

Late on, a log will be put up for it. Stay tuned!

Today's temperature is 82/52F (28/11C)

Edit: clinic log and aftermath log!]

Twenty-ninth leaf. [Video.]

[maplezen.livejournal.com]

[The picture looks jumbled, being held by someone who's obviously running. The face comes into view looking more than a little worried and definitely in a hurry.

He's also probably very familiar to a decent percentage of Death City's guests.]

Someone- Can someone please do me a big favor-

[Huff, huff!]

-And tell me what the hell I missed while I was gone? And who's even still here--!

[There's a pause. He's running pretty hard!]

And if the hospital is still in the same place!

[And after that the message ends.]


[ooc: Matt's already been briefed on some of the situation thanks to Shibusen staff and he's now on his way to the hospital to check on a few people! Replies may be spotty!]

[backdated to November 1st, during the madness]

[slghtlylessfake.livejournal.com]

S.O.S.

((I was going to post this yesterday but I died. Also, tav won't be responding to this post, sorry. :U))

047 | Mustang | November 1, between 3:45 and 4:00 AM | Video

[thewarisover.livejournal.com]

[This post goes up sometime after Spirit's. Roy's back in the office, looking like he hasn't slept a wink.]

I'll need to know how everybody's holding up, and if there's anything that I or any member of the Watch can do for you.

...I also need to know if any of your friends are missing. [Or dead.]


Filter | The Watch;

Sound off, folks. If you're able, come and see me at the office immediately. If you're indisposed or know of anybody who is, let me know over this filter. I'm going to assume that anyone who doesn't respond to this call within the next twenty-four hours is missing.

We have standing orders to guard the residential areas of the city while we wait for back-up to arrive from beyond the city. I also want to keep some extra hands at the clinic, to protect the people we have there and lend them any assistance that they might need. Of course, we can't afford to compromise our patrol routes, or the prisoner we have at our disposal. That said, I want to know who's willing to put in extra shifts at the residences.


Filter | Watch: Zone Leaders;

I have a feeling that we're going to be given a lot more work in the future. Be prepared.


Filter | Shibusen;

All of you saw Kerrigan's transmission.

What are we going to do about it?



ooc: DERP I FORGOT TO MENTION THIS but you're free to action thread if you want to see Mustang personally.

[video]

[isnotbeautiful.livejournal.com]

[Kino turns on the comm, and it shows her sitting on her couch, one knee tucked up under her chin and over all looking tiny. There are dark circles under her eyes, and it's quite obvious that she hasn't slept since sometime before the attack (in fact, not since the 29th). When she speaks her voice is softer and a bit reedier then her normal calm tone]

...I suppose that was... this War of yours?

=track 03= | video (joint post w/Kurt Hummel; mid-morning)

[homophones]

[Yosuke is peering into the communicator screen, far too closely (as usual for his video posts). The left side of his face is bruised and battered, and his eye is partway swollen shut. Still, he's smiling, and if it's a little tighter than normal, well...he was sort of running on empty at the moment. The sterile hospital environment translates even to the video feed, casting Yosuke's face in unflattering florescent lighting.]

Hey, I wanted to check in on how everyone is after...well, what happened. Oh, and, uh, to let everyone know that Souji--that's Souji Seta--is doing loads better now! A few of you...uh, a few of you probably want to have a few words with--

[ Before Yosuke can continue, Kurt is pulling the communicator away from his face and whispering to him- ] It doesn't need to be that close! [ He looks to the communicator for only a second or two - aside from a scratch on his cheekbone and his messy hair, he looks unharmed, but his movements are slow and careful thanks to the cuts on his stomach and his sides. He turns to Yosuke, ice pack in hand. ] You need to put this over your face, it's swelling up like a grapefruit.

[Yosuke winced, thumb brushing over the communicator in a failed attempt to mute it. His face was pulled up at the edges, like Kurt was offering him something that smelled and tasted like the wrong end of a cat.] Dude, put that away, I'm in the middle of something. And no it isn't! [If he winced again in pain at how much it hurt having expressions, well, he hoped Kurt didn't notice (though the communicator did).]

[ Kurt was physically pressing the ice-pack onto his friend's face. Wrong side of a cat, huh? ] Come on, just put it on. Your face has got to hurt and if you fight any more, I'm going to strain myself and start bleeding.

W-where did you even get that, and I-- [Oh. Okay. Yosuke made a sour face, but lowered his arms and the communicator picture stopped it's hurried blurring and fading (wherein it occasionally caught glimpses of Souji asleep in his hospital bed, a vase of cheap flowers, and Kurt Hummel, himself). Guilting successful.] ...Jeez, fine. --I said fine, stop pushing it on me, that just hurts! [A terse pause. The whining is palpable.] ...Weren't you going to sing or something?

[ Finally. Kurt pulled away carefully, minding his injuries, then turned to Souji, who was busy sleeping. ] I was... [ A soft sigh, then he began the introductory verse of a familiar tune, singing the rest of it softly in the background and occasionally holding Souji's hand or stroking his hair gently (though it wasn't likely the communicator picked up those little motions). ]

[And with Kurt's voice creating a gauzy refrain behind Yosuke's, the latter held up the communicator anew. He had completely forgotten about muting anything. Convinient, seeing as he'd utterly failed to do so. The only difference between earlier in the transmission and now is the large icepack currently numbing Yosuke's face.] ...Anyway, where was I? Uh, just know that Souji is doing a lot better. Me and Kurt-kun have been on nursemaid duty, and who better, right? [Cue cheesy grin, accompanied by a dramatic wince when the expression pulled at bruised skin. Who better, indeed.]

( [Fitered; Spirit Albarn and Roy Mustang] )

2nd woof: [video]

[alreadyloveyou.livejournal.com]

[The video feed clicks on to reveal one of the simple apartments. Dug, who hid under the bed that used to be Guybrush's when the nightmare started on Halloween, has been looking everywhere for him with no success. And now he sits in front of the communicator. His ears are down, his eternally wagging tail hangs low for once.]

Has anyone seen my meister? He is not here, and I cannot smell him at all.

voice. fail filter away from Kadaj and Seph.

[cuzimtheprez.livejournal.com]

[Even after the hell that was yesterday, Rufus still manages to sound like he's smirking when he talks. Hell, he might be. You don't know, you can't see him. It's highly likely that he's doing it, even though he manages to sound a little unsure about what he's saying despite having careful rehearsed this before asking.

Yeah. That's right. Rufus sounds unsure. Behold, lesser beings, you are witnessing a rare event.]

After yesterday I think I've finally made up my mind. I would like to know whether I am a Weapon or Meister. How do I find out?

14 pieces of cake | [video]

[cake-and-dreams.livejournal.com]

[D looks worried. It seems he managed to avoid anything horrible happening yesterday. Phew. But some of you don't look so good, and that's why he's posting - but it seems to be a different location than before. D's moved back to Casualty Communal.]

I hope everybody will be alright. If there's anything I can do for anyone, please let me know. I thought about making cookies to take to those who are injured. It's not much, but it's better than sitting here doing nothing.



[Private to Shaun]

I need your help with something. You're good with technology, right? I have some questions.


[Private to Altaïr]

I should have answers soon.

[003: Accidental Video/Action] Prelude

[tempestingly.livejournal.com]

[He's somewhere on the campus right now - the exact room probably known to only a few. He'd stumbled across it in one of his first few days here, had made a mental note and then just. Never returned. Until now. The communicator is sitting on the bench next to him, fallen open at an angle that probably only shows the ceiling. He hadn't meant for it to be open, had meant even less for it to start broadcasting.

Maybe you can see a little bit of him, when he moves, eyes closed as his fingers move across the black and white keys in a pattern he'd practiced many times when he was younger. It'd been a melody that had sort of stuck with him. He'd no attachment to it really other than that, over any of the other pieces he could still remember.

But still, it seemed to help.

He hasn't played for a while. Not since he arrived here, and not much before that, either. He doesn't play much anymore, but sometimes there's just something so...comforting, familiar, about it. After a little while of playing, he feels a little calmer now.

That's when he glances down and notices that the damn thing had been transmitting the whole time.]

Shit-

[he slams the thing shut.]




[ooc: alternately, if you happen to be wandering around and might possibly know where a room with a piano is located, feel free to spy on him or poke your head in o/]

08 [Video]

[would-be-knight.livejournal.com]

[[It's still the morning of November 2 when Fakir makes this post.  Besides looking worn and having a rather impressive black eye along with a few smaller bruises, he doesn't appear injured.]]

I'll be out to help soon enough.  Any places where hands are needed more?

[[His brow furrows as he goes on.]]

With the defense against the witches gone, are there any plans for changes in training?  More partnered pairs are going to be needed.

[[And speaking of partners, his eyes flicker away from the screen for just a moment.  He adds the last part hastily before turning off the feed.]]

If you don't see Ahiru around, don't worry about her.

fifth ♒ (text)

[vvanquishing.livejournal.com]

[the text comes in early tuesday evening, before the lantern festival.]

im lookin for my wweapon
has anyone seen ker
shes tall has red hair wwears tight clothing and doesnt take shit from anyone
youll knoww youvve found her if shes pelted you wwith a boatload a paintballs or made you do like fifty thousand pushups

fuck i could really use a helpin hand here

[the message ends there then, a few minutes later, as if as an afterthought:]

( ic/ooc cut for WWALL OF WWHINING )