May. 11th, 2011

[identity profile] lyricalnlawful.livejournal.com
[Hope you like close-ups, because this is Klavier leaning right up into the SC and beaming his prettiest at it. He's been here a while now. Days. And it's getting to be a very long, very persistant nightmare. His expression doesn't show any of his deepening worry, just pure charm. That's because he wants something, and it's the only reason why he's turned this thing on.

To wake up.
]

You can tell me the secret now. How's it done? I've been looking everywhere for magic doors, trying every trigger word I could think of. I even pinched myself so hard it bruised. This city just won't go away. I have to admit I've never been hungry in a dream before. Or bored, actually. [He drums his fingers against the desk for a moment.] Never had to get a job, either.

[The energy seems to bounce back into him, and Klavier leans forward again, smiling even brighter than before. See how convincing he is? You want to tell him how to go home. Yes you do.]

So meine sehr geehrten Damen und Herren [my very honoured ladies and gentlemen], how do I wake up? I can't stay here dreaming all day, I have to close case files and sign paperwork. It's all very important, I promise.
[identity profile] white-lolita.livejournal.com
[It would almost as if this were a voice post, seeing as the screen remains completely black as the feed comes on. However, in truth, it's evening and the lights have just gone out completely. Chidori must have hit a button while trying to find a light source to see in the dark, resulting in this network post. She doesn't seem to realize it, since most of what can be heard in the beginning is just shuffling, a body trying to get to its feet and find its way around.

At some point, though, she must see the light flashing, indicating that it's recording.]


Ah, the communicator.

[A pause. Her tone indicates that she isn't perturbed by the notion, just accepting. Chidori speaks again after a moment, her voice still apathetic.]

Have the lights gone out in the entire city? It doesn't seem like anything is working right. Guards can't keep watch and now the power keeps going out.

[There's sound again as she tries to get up, cross the room, and find a light switch or a flashlight or something, but she doesn't get very far. There's more noise, something banging up against something else, followed by a short little exasperated cry and another sound, like something expanding and then contracting. Finally, there's a clang of metal, like something colliding with a steel chain, and then there's silence for a long moment.]

W-What just happened?

[It's the most emotion she's held in her voice since she arrived. And she sounds just the slightest bit...scared.]

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[[ooc: Yup, Chidori just tripped, fell, and accidently transformed for the first time. Any replies from her will take awhile and will be after she manages to transform back. I'm heading to work here in a bit, but will answer any tags once I get home. <3]]
[identity profile] 14thapostle.livejournal.com
( it's silent as the feed clicks on, showing a clear view of his apartment. it's clearly been torn apart, ravaged either by an intruder, a fight, or perhaps even by nea himself. it's a little hard to tell, but there's a broken window behind him that seems to imply he had no hand in all of this chaos. there's a mark in the precise middle of the glass that rather closely resembles a fist, all of the cracks centring around it.

written in some red liquid, it says: I WILL TAKE WHAT IS MINE.

in the midst of it all is nea, looking only slightly unsettled. it's clear only in his eyes, almost entirely masked by the apparent irritation. )


My, how filthy. ( a sigh. ) Perhaps, someone would accept some small coin to assist me with picking all of this up?

( then a pause and: )

The network is alight with word of the BREW. Is such a thing truly so important?


FILTERED TO RHODE. )

[text]

May. 11th, 2011 05:01 pm
[identity profile] wantrainbowwine.livejournal.com
How Often Do Storms Like That Hit Here
I Know That Rarely Might Be Considered A Good Enough Answer But If The Information Is Available I Would Like Something More Specific

How Are All Of You Handling This
It Almost Never Happened For Me But I Dont Know If It Was The Same For All Of You

02: voice

May. 11th, 2011 08:27 pm
[identity profile] enemyofwomen.livejournal.com
[Perhaps this is not the best time to ask, seeing as there seems to be some sort of city-wide issue about BREW going on. However, given his lack of success for the past few days and having put this off for a while, he figures it's better to ask now while he can than wait for a while longer. That and he keeps failing to remember how to filter. He'll need to ask again when he could.]

This may be a bit inappropriately timed, but I'm in dire need of some assistance.

First off, I am searching for other options for a job. [One that isn't just Lui's servant, because it doesn't pay much here.] I've already seen openings for some jobs, but I don't think I can accomplish most of those. If anyone has any recommendations for a humble butler, I'd certainly appreciate it.

Also, is anyone familiar with a lady named Aurora? If possible, I'd like to speak with her.

And um... [A pause here as he debates how to phrase this properly in public.] Are there any ladieswhomaypossiblybeinterestedinmarriagerightnow? I-If it's not too much trouble, that is! I'd like to speak with you.

T... Thank you for your time and good day!

Voice

May. 11th, 2011 10:43 pm
yamagishi: (I hate crowds)
[personal profile] yamagishi
[For a moment, Fuuka doesn't respond. After all, she isn't sure what to say and in a place where it's completely dark...she's having trouble finding the right buttons]  

...I think that my partner, Jenrya-kun, left Death City. I haven't been able to contact him lately and no heard from him...maybe I'm worrying too much.  I just hope that everyone is okay in this weather...especially during this blackout.

[A pause]

Um...I wanted to know....is there anyone from the Detective Agency that I could talk to? 

[Voice]

May. 11th, 2011 10:55 pm
[identity profile] bl00d-elf.livejournal.com
[He clears his throat for a moment as the communicator starts to record. He takes in a deep breath, and breathes out slowly, before he starts to talk.

There's a reason why he didn't made a video post. That, and in the darkness, you really wouldn't be able to properly see his face anyway, not even by candlelight.]

It seems like there has been a string of people that have gone home. I think I'll just follow suit to tell you all...

[a pause. A small cough, and he clears his throat once more.]

My partner, Spitfire-dàge -- the things in his room have just gone along with him. When I tried to contact Kazu and Sano, I found out after some time that their apartment was also rather empty.

They're all gone. Maybe it sorta fits with all this rain we've been having today. And all this darkness now.

[Filtered to the Shibusen Staff] )
[identity profile] electro-phoenix.livejournal.com
[Reno is very serious here]

Just thought you guys might wanna know--Kadaj's stirring shit up, going on about how Shibusen's lying and other bullshit. Knowing him, he's filtering it from you.
[identity profile] kerorogunsou.livejournal.com
[The image on the screen is bouncing up and down as Keroro runs around with his communicator.]

LOOKLOOKLOOKLOOK!

[The image stops moving when Keroro thrusts the communicator towards an open drawer filled with shining, sparkling-clean cutlery. Every part scrubbed to a mirror-bright shine. Yes, even the normally unshiny parts.]

ANDTHIS!

[More moving, then a blindingly white bathtub in an equally blindingly bright bathroom. You can see Keroro's reflection in the tiles.]

THIS!

[A bed, sheets perfectly flat, with folds so sharp you could cut yourself on them. Two pillows fluffed to be completely symmetrical to each other.]

THISTHISTHIS!

[A lamp, a corner of the room, under the rug. Every single place is clean.]

IEVENWENTOVEREVERYTHINGWITHAWHITEGLOVEDEARIMASU! THREETIMESDEARIMASU!

[trans: He found a white glove somewhere, and as if trying to prove a point, ran his fingers over every available surface looking for dust so he could have an excuse to clean or scrub. Again.]

ANDIMADEINVASIONPLANS!

THENIMADESOMEFORTHISPEKOPONTOOJUSTINCASE!

IPUTTHEMALLINALPHABETICALORDERDEARIMASU! ANDBYCOLOURTOODEARIMASU!

[trans: He actually did work. For once.]

[He pauses.]

SOBOOOOOOOORED!

BOOOOOOOORED!

BOOOOOORED!

BOREDBOREDBOREDBOREDBOREDBOREDBORED!

KEROOOOOO!
ICAN'TTAKEITANYMOREIFIHAVETOSPENDONEMOREMINUTEHEREI'LLGOINSANEDEARIMASU!

((ooc: For people unfamiliar with his canon...this long period of rain is making him incredibly hyperactive. Engage at your own risk.))