November 23, 2009 - Tuesday

[pedo_sun]

[Today's temperatures are 63/46F (17/8C), and the sky is overcast, thickly blanketed with grey clouds, and the weather is very dreary overall, reflecting the sun's emo upon finding its doe-eyed green-clad soulmate gone, banished into the unknown by the cruel, cruel Demon Tool BREW.

BREW, stop taking away the sun's friends! He misses them...

So glad that you guys are still here with me though...]

THIS IS THE BEST INTRODUCTION EVER | ONE | VIDEO (ACCIDENTAL).

[shinsengumiblue.livejournal.com]

[at first, there's nothing. Then, there's only the shot of a very irritated man with a cigarette in his hand and a raised eyebrow, trying to figure out this thing. The video moves around, showing the top of a ceiling, more cartons of cigarettes (he really stocked up) and then it gets tossed in the corner.]

Idiots.

8th cup of tea || Video

[holy-prankster.livejournal.com]

[The video feed turns on to show Sohki's ever-present smiling face. It's morning, and he's obviously at his tea table sipping tea from his delicate cup. The cup in question's obviously well made, and he shows no qualms in using such a feminine looking object to drink his beloved tea from.

Placing the cup back down on the saucer, his closed-eyed attention shifts to the screen.]

It appears as though our beloved China-kun has disappeared as of late~ It's a pity really, but it is the way of the Wheel of Life as he continues his journey.

[ooc: Just a heads up! I'm still on hiatus for another week, but this announcement needed to be made. I will get some time to reply to whoever answers to this announcement, but things will be slow :) ]

§ I § [Video]

[requiem-no-ame.livejournal.com]

[...Squalo peers down at the camera for a moment, quiet. Waiting. Oh, he knows all of you that know him know exactly what's coming. It's a lot of knowing so he's basking in it for a moment.

And then he opens his mouth.]

( OOCly cut because mun, unlike character, is not an inconsiderate asshat. )

[He'll let that echo a bit. Don't you love the echo? He does.]

So! What did I miss?

001: video

[ex_shouchan380]

[ Shouichi clicks the video on, having gone through the tour and looking completely disinterested. He wasn't completely happy that he was back here, considering the last time Byakuran used him like a play thing. ]

It's been a long time, Death City, and I would like to inquire what exactly has happened since then. It doesn't seem like much has changed, but I could be wrong about that...

[ He pushes up his glasses and looks around as he walks ]

More importantly, Lain-san, Yoko, are you alright? Are you even still here? I don't really know what happened, I left at such a bad time...I do hope you both are alright.

[ Shouichi looks a little nervous now, rubbing his neck ]

I shouldn't be making such demands upon arrival, but I find that it's the only way to get information...

03 - text.

[musiquejeunesse.livejournal.com]

[Guess who's finally attempting to communicate via typing? It makes a lot more sense now that he has figured out how the space bar works. But that's not why he's turning to the network today.]

Has anyone seen or spoken to Gilbert Cocteau lately?

[Serge has been wandering the 4th floor of Casualty Communal for a little while, occasionally knocking on one particular door.]

uno; video

[heretolookhot.livejournal.com]

[Hi, Death City. Please extend a warm welcome to one (1) pissed off Latina. She turns on the camera, and takes a deep breath, as she averts her eyes. The pause is to avoid bursting out in angry screams. Instead, have angry bitching, as she finally starts to speak.]

This is stupid. I said I wanted to go to Vegas, not Death City, where everyone thinks they're a character out of the X-Men and the sun looks like an acid-induced Michael Jackson dream. Apparently this is considered normal, since you guys give out tours like it's a Georgia O'Keeffe exhibit and you're explaining flower vaginas and not why your arm turns into a scythe.

[Santana crosses her arms across her chest and glares. At all of you.]

Oh, and the free phone? Not gonna make me any less pissed off about being abducted. If you people want my help, you're gonna have to bury me in swag, or it's not gonna fly. I wants me some bling, and I wants it to be legit, none of that cheap silver-plated crap. I wanna kill half the cast of Twilight just by taking it out of its box.

And? I want my music back. I left my iPod at home, and I need my jams on demand.

So point me to the nearest Breadstix or take me home.

Blend #1: Video

[cafedeinfierno.livejournal.com]

[One of the apartments at the Casualty Communal. An empty sofa, and a coffee table with six coffee mugs on it. A white-haired man with some bizarre device on his face has a seat on the sofa, yet another cup of coffee in hand. He glances at the communicator, takes a sip, and sighs.]

When you don't know what path to take, you keep on walking for the sake of making progress. That's one of my rules.

[Another sip.]

I've been given the tour, and it all smells like a bad brew to me. No pun intended. I'm sure I'm not the first person to complain about being ripped away from pressing business to fight somebody else's war for them, though, so I'll take the risk of letting my forebearers do the griping for me. I intend only to orient myself, a simple traveler in this wide and aimless universe of ours.

[He sips again.]

Ha...! I suppose the first and most important question remains ever the same: where do I find a good cup of coffee around here?

053 | Mustang | November 23, Between 6-7 AM | Video

[thewarisover.livejournal.com]

[And in the flood of new folks in the network, here's a familiar face to a good lot of you. For the rest, however, have a military-looking chap with dark hair and an eye patch. He appears to be leaning against the side of an office desk cluttered with documents. He smiles at the feed; it's a swift gesture. Clearly, he means business this time.]

Good morning, everyone, and welcome to the new people who came in the other day. My name is Roy Mustang, and I'm the Head of Death City's Office for General Security, and Commander of the Watch. Got a bit of an important announcement for all of you.

Nearly two weeks back, Shibusen granted Sarah Kerrigan and I permission to leave Death City and attempt to locate a witch base. As those of you who have been present in the city before yesterday would know, we managed to return in one piece.

[Now he's turning around, reaching out to pull down a map of the Grand Canyon. There are appropriate labels, pins and the like.]

The witch base we found is located in Horsehoe Bend. After some discussion with Shibusen's faculty, we've come up with a battle plan. [A pause, as he's picking his notebook up from the desk, flipping to the right page, and reading from it.] On November 26 - three days from now - we'll be assembling a force and attacking the base directly. We're going to need a large group of fighters for the frontal assault, volunteers for people to move into the base and stir up a ruckus, and folks well-versed in planting bombs. While our fighters and strikers distract our enemies, the bomb squads are going to plant charges around the base. We're also hoping to capture the witch commander of the base alive.

There's a more detailed break down of the strategy and other notes regarding the operation up on the mission board - there will also be a running list of the people who plan on signing up posted in the same place. Shibusen, of course, fully supports this plan and will be providing people to help us out both in Arizona and back in the city while some of us are out there fighting. [Shuts notebook with a flick of his wrist.] We've done something similar to this before, in Michigan. I have it in good faith that we'll make it out of this one just fine if we all pull together and make it happen.

If you have any questions or concerns, please don't hesitate to let me know here.



OOC NOTES:
+ You'll note, guys, that the date of the mission changed. We're retconning it and pushing things back to compensate for the delay in apps. Announcement on this coming up soon.
+ Sign-ups for the mission Are here. I will be closing sign-ups after the end of this day change - that's June 24, Friday, GMT +8:00 - in order to make the final listings and allow us all time to coordinate our stuff well.

Transmission 001

[iwantmythief.livejournal.com]

Hello? Thief? Pretty boy? Orange-y girl? Are any of you there? Oh, it's rather odd being alone. I don't think I like being alone. I suppose I'm not really alone, but it feels like I'm alone, with no one I know being here. I suppose that should change soon enough.

[A lady who appeared to be from the 18^thor 19^th century based on her blue dress seemed to be pacing back and forth talking excitedly, if a bit concernedly into the video recorder.]

I suppose I'll not be alone for very long anyway, once I broadcast this since I suppose some of you people that respond will be... are? interesting and nice, and then I won't feel quite so alone.