055 | Mustang | November 27, Noon | Video

[thewarisover.livejournal.com]

[Still in the office, still wearing the clothes he had worn on the mission. Looks like he's been smoking and drinking a lot of coffee too.

If for anything, though, Roy Mustang's as strong as ever. Fuck tired: there's too much to do.]

This should be old news by now since word travels fast, but... our mission in Arizona was a success. I'd like to extend my gratitude to everyone who signed up and helped us achieve our objective.

Along that line, my office and the Watch could use some help. I've done some thinking on how I can rearrange my force to better serve the people of Death City and guests like myself, and I finally have something, I believe.

[Have a link, guys.]

We're opening up new positions to whoever is willing to help us out, or feel like they wish to contribute to the war effort. If you have any questions, you're welcome to ask me now.

[A pause, then, as he's putting out his cigarette. The look on his face is grave in the next part, and his voice goes quiet.]

On a final note, I want to extend my condolences, as well, to those of you who knew Train Heartnet. He was killed in action during the operation, and as someone who worked closely with him, not having him with us anymore is a blow to us all.

[He could have kept this under a filter - it's only really relevant to the Watch, in a way. But maybe this, too, is a statement. The war's real, guys, whether any of you like it or not, and there are people risking their lives for everyone, and they deserve to be recognized, even if no one's thanking them for it.]

Thanks for your time.


( Various Filters: The Watch, Sexy/TARDIS, Souji, Flynn, Armstrong, Nataku, Dante, Vergil, Shibusen, Clinic People, Aerith, Lady, Ed. Cut for length. )

ooc: OOC post regarding the jobs and other things is here! Please check it out if you haven't already. :3

One - Video - November 27th

[climbsfurniture.livejournal.com]

[The video feed switches on to show a rather neatly-dressed boy in the room he'd been given upon his arrival. A navy blazer can be seen on the back of a chair in the background.]

I guess I must've forgotten about this thing [he gestures towards the communicator before rubbing the back of his neck, looking slightly sheepish] with everything else going on with my arrival here. So hi, my name's Blaine Anderson.

From what I've seen of the city, it's very different from Westerville. Despite the name it's left a good first impression, it's a very interesting place. The apartments here are comfortable, though I think I've been spoiled by Dalton's architecture. [He lets out a light chuckle before glancing idly around the room.]

Is there anyone else from Ohio here? A familiar face would be nice right now. [Despite his words, his tone is light, almost joking and his smile remains just as cheerful and friendly.] Actually, speaking of something familiar, would someone have any recommendations for where a good coffee can be found? I haven't managed to find anywhere yet, unfortunately.

rebuttal 12 ► [November 27, late morning, before lunch | video]

[mr-fancy-car.livejournal.com]

[The feed switches on to reveal a certain prosecutor in all his ruffly glory. Though he looks fine at first glance, his bandaged fingers and the scratch on his forehead, not to mention the weary look in his eyes and how he seems to be carrying himself with a bit less confidence than usual will tell anyone that he's been to Arizona. And he's EXHAUSTED. It shows how he's trying to maintain a formal expression despite everything.

He is seated at his desk...but not at the Agency. Rather, he's in Death City Heights, in his bedroom, with books and files and folders on either side of him. See that icon? Yeah, that pretty much sums up what you'll see. Just add the stuff usually on his table.

After fixing his cravat ever so slightly, he speaks. If anything, his clear, deep voice is unchanged. No way is he going to lose his voice by overusing his ability again.]

Good morning. I would like to extend a belated welcome to the newcomers of Death City. My name is Miles Edgeworth, public prosecutor and one of the heads of the Kuzunoha Detective Agency. [His reputation precedes him, apparently. Just like back home, when he was known only for the former.]

The Agency, coordinating with Shibusen and the Watch, is dedicated to investigation, information gathering and dissemination, as well as security maintenance. If you are experienced in detective work, the legal professions, or any related field and would like to assist us, you may contact me, or Near, who is in charge of the city's surveillance system. [Ayup, there be links to inboxes.] 

[Pause. He remembers your recent post, Lili. Miles remembers it very, very well...but it doesn't show on his face.]

If you have any questions or suggestions, feel free to ask. Admittedly, we are not a perfect organization and we have had to resort to...rather drastic measures to ensure everyone's safety, but before you criticize us, I highly suggest preparing alternate proposals for our perusal.

[No confrontations. He'd really rather not. Especially not now.]

Or, you may simply leave a message, or see us at the Agency, which is located in the Shopping District. [He elaborates slightly on the directions - basically the Agency is close to Building A on this map, in the inner yellow quarter.]

Thank you for your time.

[Click. Now is your chance to pounce on one of the Agency's head honchos for those cameras and stuff, guys.]

007 | [video; useless filtering] | November 27, morning

[histrionicflair.livejournal.com]

[filtered to Manfred von Karma]

[But since Manfred's been sent back by BREW, this might as well be sent to nobody. Still, she tries. Just in case. Leaving no stone unturned.]

And you told me working with that Edgeworth boy would bring about a disaster. [a haughty smile] I told you I'd be able to handle him, didn't I?

I'd gladly report to you personally, right here and right now, but I have a written report just in case. I guess this means that I deserve an answer to my question, am I right?

----

[filtered to everyone else]

[aka everyone. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU.

Now, on a more serious note. Her voice is calm, eerily so. She has her arms crossed over her chest. Her eyes are closed, but not forcefully so.]

In case you don't know, a man named Manfred von Karma is-- was in Death City until recently. I've checked his room and found nothing. That in itself is a clue. He has left none of his belongings, no notes, not even a corpse. There have been fingerprints. His and his alone. I can prove that he was here.

[She squeezes her left shoulder, a tell-tale sign that she is definitely more irritated than she would like to admit.]

Until BREW, most likely, took him away.

If you have any information on this man's whereabouts and his activities while he was still in Death City, do let me know. [She opens her eyes and smiles. It's a sardonic smile and to be perfectly honest, it was too much effort to pretend that she felt like smiling anyway. It was more out of formality than anything.] You're not going to deprive a woman information on her own father, are you?

This goes for you too, Miles Edgeworth. I know you know something.

006 ♥ Video (Nov. 27th -- afternoon)

[quarterlynx.livejournal.com]

[ Check out that booty that's on your screen right now, shorts a little too short and showing a little more skin than any modest person would. But as far as ass standards go, it's definitely a cute one. And whoever it is, is leaning forward in the mirror and putting on basic makeup. With a little dab of lip gloss and a smack of lips -- the cutie turns around, and oh. Wait. It's just Haru. (Though he is a trap for those that don't know him by now) ]

Welcome back, guys and girls. And to the newcomers -- hiii! I'm Haru. BREW brought my boyfriend from back home, so I've been pretty busy. [ There's a slight falter in his expression. It surely hasn't escaped his notice what Ryoki did. But he pushes that away to be ever-so-bright and cheerful. ]

I didn't get to greet everyone personally, so I'm taking the time to do that now. And for a little business promotion, I'm a sex pro so if you're ever in need of any services -- just come find me, kay~? ♥

But as a point of interest to everyone, since you're all a bunch of prudes...I've added in an escort service. Ten an hour -- it's pretty much a bargain, if you ask me.

[ He picks up the communicator and prances back to his room, plopping back on the bed. ]

Anyone wanna go out tonight? I wanna go to the club. I'm allllll dressed up with no date. It'll even be a freebie, so think about it, alright?

[ He blows a kiss, and that's where the feed ends to the public. ]

[ filtered to Spirit ]

[ His entire cheerful facade drops, and he sits upright. ]

You're not gonna be too hard on Ryo-chan, are you?

§ II § Audio [November 27th, noon.]

[requiem-no-ame.livejournal.com]

Oi.

[Notice, please, the subtle differences between VOOOII and oi. For starters, you're not deaf. Yet. But you see, Squalo wants your attention today, not your sweet, sweet hate.]

What with BREW dragging people in and out all the time, I don't get why people get so upset when someone from another world dies.

[Irony, thy favorite victim is a certain shark.]

I mean, when someone leaves and never comes back, they're as good as dead for us anyway. But haven't people who died here a while ago, come back via BREW again? Without even the memories of their deaths, to boot. Doesn't that mean that unless you die in your own world, you aren't really dead? They're just... gone.

[A snort.]

That makes mourning really fucking pointless, doesn't it? It's like whining and throwing a tantrum because things don't go your way.

[27 November] 6 \\ [text]

[want_the_world]

Injuries ought to be done all at one time so that, being tasted less, they offend less; benefits ought to be given little by little, so that the flavor of them may last longer.

Discuss.

[Yes, someone's laid up at the clinic and bored.]

( and then there were a bunch of private messages. as he does )

[Video | Filtered to Yuffie] [07] [November 27th, Early Evening]

[electro-phoenix.livejournal.com]

Hey, brat, guess what I got?

accidential video | joint post

[givingsword.livejournal.com]

[Kaoru is: Blue.
Misao is Pink
After this.. very enlightening conversation Misao has a mind full of questions..


There are two Japanese girls in tank-tops, the taller one with jeans, the shorter one in shorts, both looking mildly fascinated by the elevator in front of them. The taller one, who has a few bandages here and there still, but what her cast should notice is the very cute raccoon bandaid on her cheek. She looks mildly frantic as she points at the shorter girl: ]

Didn't you hear me? The only thing connecting this box thing is a rope! That's what Tohru-chan said.. A rope!  What if the rope breaks how is this thing even moving?! It's not possible! It's got to be some sort of joke!!! 

[she slowly edges away]
W-Why can't we just take the stairs, we can't trust this thing to actually carry us down, Misao-chan!

It's fine, Kaoru-san! I've used it a bunch of times before and it didn't break, and it's way faster than the stairs!

I-If you're sure..because if you're not I'm seriously going to clobber you. [she growls that out, before she fidgets some, she isn't used to showing this much skin] Hey..Misao-chan, do you think these clothes are..appropriate? Is it normal to show this much skin?

Well they are kind of different... but I guess that's how people dress here? I think you look nice!

Well, um, thanks..I guess we should..go in.
[Kaoru tentatively edges towards the elevator eyeing it like she's going to a final battle]

Maybe you could wear a jacket over it? And come on, let's go in!
[grabs Kaoru's hand drags her inside the elevator]

H-Hey! Be careful it could creak and fall and we could die!!!
[she fumbles into the elevator, looking around suspiciously] So many buttons...what do we do now?

You press the one for our floor! Like this-- [presses button!]

[Kaoru jumps at the sudden drop, subtly (in a death grip) holding the railing, her jaw clenched.
O-Oh..so it's kind of like this box thing we've been using, right? Maybe Aoshi-san should give us a walkthrough--or maybe just me because Kenshin and Sanosuke are ..well, I don't need to say anything do I?

[Misao also brightens at the mention of Aoshi] Yeah, he showed me how to use it! [and then she goes quiet for a moment] Uh, hey Kaoru-san, can I ask you something?

[Kaoru eyes her warily still looking like she wants to get out.] Sure, what about?

Ummmmm...well..[Misao grows redder by the minute] Two girls can't have babies can they? [Kaoru literally chokes on air, her jaw hanging]

 [Kaoru's face is also growing redder by the second, as she stares at her torn between wanting to laugh and run very far away, before she is alerted to the beeping in her hand. Oh God. The. Device. Is. On. With a wail, you hear and see a Kaoru smashing her fists on the device, praying to god it shuts something off]
 

november 27;; video

[belovedonce.livejournal.com]

[ the device switches on to, at first, a really sad looking wall. or at least, what remains of a wall. it's a mess of plaster and debris connecting two rooms, with what looks like a makeshift walkway around the rubble- annnnd not much else. a moment later, a chair screeches across the floor, and ganymede himself comes into view.

the prince is among those who've returned from the mission, and though he isn't so unfortunate as to be confined to the clinic, he still manages to look wholly unimpressed.

oh wait. that might just be his default expression. ]


Wouldn't Shibusen stand a better chance of winning this war if it stopped bringing in so many children?

[ well. he seems. cheery. the sigh that follows is mostly just his chin in his hand, and gaze cut to the side. he nearly switches the feed off there- only to think better of it at the last moment. ]

Apollo. I have a question for you.

{ onze - video } November 27th

[donttelldaddy.livejournal.com]

Congratulations to those who went on the mission. It sounds like it was a success. You must have had a lot of fun.

I have a question for you all. I suppose it would be best addressed to those who have been here longer than I have, but anyone is welcome. How do you usually deal with interpersonal relationships here, knowing that they're just temporary in nature? I think it's very stressful, getting to know people here enough to care, and then facing the possibility that you'll never see them again, thanks to some arbitrary decision of BREW.

But I think it's a good thing, too. Uncertainty keeps us on our toes. It makes us stronger as individuals. Nothing ever gets too boring. I love that about Death City. You never know what's going to happen tomorrow.

[Nov 27; Text]

[shalnark.livejournal.com]

Whoo! Things have been kind of exciting lately, haven't they? Kidnappings, (tacky) spiked collars, fights between guests, and all sorts of fun things! I'd rather watch this over the stuff on TV.

ヽ(・_・)ノ

Someone should start a duel in the streets or something, okay? I feel like watching this American Western genre that is so popular here. At least, I think it's popular. （・ｗ・）?

But man. Those chaps! Those boots! Aren't they kind of nice? Someone should put those on as well. Someone like ... oh I know, Spirit! I bet a lot of people would love to see that. He's very charming!

ヾ(´･ω･｀) Okay, Mr. Spirit? Okay? Do it for us! And take pictures! ヾ(´･ω･｀)

Disk 2: [text] November 27th, around 6:30pm

[glitchycat.livejournal.com]

Users. Your world is very confusing and illogical. I have thought of more questions. Answer these:

What are those things in the night sky?

What is their function?


How do they work?


Where did the sun and moon come from?

Why are they so imperfect?


How do human viruses work?


If the sun is harmful, why do you only wear these "hats" to protect your skin?

Do other clothes have the same function?


If "bras" and "panties" have such a simple function, why are there so many different kinds?


What is the purpose of "high heels"?


Why are there so many short Users?

What are their functions?


Why are some small enough to be carried and some not?


How are Users created?


How do Users remove hair from their face?


What is ice cream made from?

How many different flavors are there?


Which do you Users like best?


What does hot food taste like?

Why are there so many kinds of food?


What is alcohol?

That is enough for now.