FIVE O'CLOCK - Nov. 27 (late evening) - text

[just-0k.livejournal.com]

there is obviously much talk about death on the network today
i dont think its necessary
if i could hear train i am sure he would not want you to mourn him


[Private: hs cast + their partners + yugo]
on a lighter note i have a partner now
his name is yugo and you have probably seen him over the network before! or at karkats hive warming party if you were there
for those of you with partners maybe we can grief sometime during training if youre interested!
im looking at you sollux :)

[ooc: ...if you haven't received a tag from me anywhere please poke me on aim (alleykizzy). i went into a rut but i am slowly climbing out of it so i accidentally may have dropped a few threads ;3;]

☆ eins; 27 nov., evening. [video]

[undevil]

[on the screen is a bizarre looking man dressed in white, holding a cup of tea in one hand as his other works the device.]

Oh dear, I'm afraid I'm rather late in making my personal debut on this network. (Although I have had the pleasure of interacting with a few of you -- why, I believe I'm even an honorary Capricorn now!)

It's very easy to get distracted in such a new and fascinating place, it seems. I've been quite impressed by the city thus far! Particularly by the extraordinary lengths to which you've all gone to maintain the Death theme. Perhaps I should explore the idea of such a cohesive theme for True Cross Academy Town as well!

[he raises his eyebrows at the camera with a grin -- what do you think, yukio, rin? he is quite good with themes himself, after all-- just look at mephyland.]

Ah-- And I should extend my congratulations to those who completed the recent mission here as well!

[he smiles and leans back, taking a sip of tea; he mentions nothing of the death that accompanied the victory. that's simply a part of these things, after all.] It all sounds almost like something out of a manga, doesn't it? A war against witches fought by heroes from different worlds. What an honor to be chosen for such a thing!

I look forward to finding out what's in store with all of you! ☆

[video;locked to Axel|Unhackable] November 27, 4:15PM

[biggestnobody.livejournal.com]

Axel. We need to talk.

Where should we meet?

001 | 27 November 2009 | Video

[criesformom.livejournal.com]

[The communicator buzzes to life at the press of a button—several buttons, in fact. Thick leather-clad fingers slide over the keypad and test its surface.]

[It is held upside down afterward and then quickly returned to its right side up position. Following that the handheld device is turned left, right, and then shaken violently; it's a wonder nothing inside comes loose. As if that weren't enough to upset the stomach of anyone watching, it is then turned on its head again and dangled between his index finger and thumb. The gadget swings back and forth catching only glimpses of the man holding it. He resembles a few other residents of Death City. Well, kind of. He has the same eyes, the same color hair. He is much less effeminate in regards to his brothers.]

[Meet Loz. In fact, some of you already have, but this would be the first time he's attempted to access the DEMISE network. Currently the remnant appears frustrated. His brows knit inward. His jaw sets disapprovingly. His lips form a grim line that stretches from one side of his face to the other.]

I want my old phone back. This one looks like a toy. [Another fierce shake causes everything to briefly blur.] Is it on? Looks like it's on.

[Tapping the screen harshly produces an angry hiss of static. Loz hisses as well, the sound generating from the device hurting his ears. He shoots a scathing look in its direction as though the produced noise was entirely its fault, but the look is half-hearted. The longer this broadcast goes on, the more evident it becomes that Loz is avoiding talking about something else.]

My old phone was better. And it didn't have a stupid ice cream cone on the front. [He plops the communicator down in his lap and heavily stabs at a couple more of the buttons, reading them off as he does so.] Sauce? Chips? [Wait a minute—that's not what they say.]

[Loz sighs dejectedly. The gesture seems to cause him to deflate. His shoulders sag and he slumps forward.]

This sucks. I've been here for five days.

[Five days too many by the looks of things. And five days without proper sleep or nourishment because he isn’t used to requiring any of it. And maybe it’s that lack of fuel that causes his anger to dissipate so rapidly. He’s running out of the energy needed to keep up his angry charade. The remnant is beginning to look sad and weary instead. He avoids staring at the screen directly. He props his chin up with one hand and swallows what would have been a sniffle, lower lip jutting outward in defiance of his mood.]

[Reluctantly he asks—] Anyone know how to cheer up little brothers? [As if not mentioning Kadaj by name will dispel suspicions of who it is about.]

17 pieces of cake | video;

[cake-and-dreams.livejournal.com]

[Those of you who haven't seen this man before might not even think that it's a man. The high collar of his cheongsam covers his adam's apple and his voice isn't exactly manly and deep. But that's not the point of this. D's smile is rather bright and sunny and his tone is cheerful and excited. Something good must have happened.]

Greetings, Death City, and welcome to all of the newcomers. My name is Count D. Like yourselves, I'm a guest here as well. I hope you're adjusting well! Please let me know if you have questions or need any help.

Many of you may not be aware that I work for the park as a gardener. Since the holidays are approaching, I find myself in need of some help with decorating. I'm looking for volunteers to help hang lights and other holiday decorations in the park, in preparation for something much more exciting to follow!

[But what is that "much more exciting" something? D doesn't seem like he's ready to say just yet. Instead he just explains what he's looking for.]

I need people who are capable of lifting heavy things and don't mind climbing up and down ladders. I would prefer people who already know how to use tools such as hammers and drills. Because some of the work may be a little a dangerous, I would prefer workers who are over eighteen, though I could find something for anybody to do.

I will need you tomorrow starting at eleven o'clock in the morning. I hope for us to work until five o'clock; after that it will be too dark to work without extra lights. I need to have all of this done by the first of December, so that gives us four days to work. Lunch, drinks, and snacks will be provided.

[He pauses to think. Hmm, what else?]

If you are interested, please contact me as soon as possible and let me know what you'll be able to help with, and when. Thank you!



( Rambling ooc note. )

☇ EIGTHEENTH ROAR || 27TH NOVEMBER 2009 || VOICE

[getyourgunson.livejournal.com]

[Nothing fancy, nothing long and boring or anything like that - Date has no time for things like that when things are clearly not okay at all for him at the moment, especially since its already nightfall and he still can't account for one person in his place.]

Has anybody seen Tokugawa Ieyasu around since the mission at Arizona? [A short pause.] Did anything happen to him? If so, I need information on what happened and where he is now.

[Goddamnit why is this happening again.]