{ douze - video } December 3rd

[donttelldaddy.livejournal.com]

[When Lili appears on the screen, she's yawning. Perfectly understandable, it's currently 2:49 in the morning.]

Sorry about that. I couldn't sleep.

[The room around her is dark. The lights are all still off, and the curtains are closed so that she can ignore the stupid moon and its stupid faces. The artificial glow of her communicator lets you know that it's her, and it highlights a nasty cut below her right eye in a manner that isn't flattering in the least. It looks out of place, on a girl in a flimsy white nightgown and such a peaceful expression on her face. Lili doesn't seem concerned, and when she speaks, she speaks softly.]

It's cold, that's why. [She flings her hair around her shoulder, and starts braiding it.] Time to invest in a nicer comforter, perhaps.

Is it naive to think that the ones who are right, are the ones who will win in the end? I know that a lot of people are too jaded to believe that. [Pause. And more playing with the hair.] I've been wondering about home, lately. I'm ashamed. I've started to consider this place home, and I forgot about my real one for a while. [She finishes the braid, and quickly dismantles it.] Things will have been resolved by now. I think we won. I believe in them.

[Lili stands up, bringing the communicator with her. Her voice gets softer the closer she gets to the bed. Is that another person? A head of dark hair is there, so the answer is definitely yes. She keeps talking as she crawls into bed.]

I'll have to keep waiting for someone from the future to stop by and fill me in, like so many of you have.

3rd undead [Video] ; December 3 ; Late morning

[sayatakagi.livejournal.com]

Are we allowed to enrol in a regular High School if we wish? Learning by myself has been working out just fine, but I would rather have stimulation with challenge and competition.

I understand I'm a "guest", I have no documents much less a proof of residency, so it'd be hard to make a proper registration in this situation. What can I do to be accepted, if I can?

[Video] December 3rd, 2009

[grigoriwings.livejournal.com]

[There’s some commotion as the feed pops on. Maka’s setting up the communicator across from Soul, checking the view before she leaves it where it is and walks back over to her partner, standing behind him and sort of...draping over his shoulder. She’s positively beaming, and her smile couldn’t possibly get any bigger without completely overtaking her face. Her eyes angle down at Soul, shaking his shoulder slightly as if to urge him on.]

Okay, all set! Now tell them!

Maybe we should show them instead.

[Yeah, the grin on Soul’s face is pretty damned big.]

Yeah, sure!

[She stands up straight to move around him, having a seat beside him on the couch instead. Maka holds out her hand to him, waiting.]

Whenever you’re ready.

I’m always ready.

[And that’s the last thing he says, as he’s shifting out. From the way things rattle in the apartment, it’s obvious that there’s some force to him simply transforming... odd. Could this mean...

Yes, it does. He’s slightly different from how he used to look, becoming a much longer, differently colored blade instead. like so!

Maka’s probably going to have to catch him, but he doesn’t need to tell his partner that.]

Death City’s got a new Death Scythe, folks.

[The long handle falls into her palm, her fingers closing over as her other hand reaches to steady his larger form. Still, he’s even lighter than he used to be, despite the significantly longer curved blade. Maka seems to sigh softly; his wavelength is even stronger than she’s used to, but it still feels easy, comfortable. She giggles as she opens her eyes.]

Pretty cool, huh?

[Yup, she’s using your favorite word, Soul, because she honestly can’t think of a better one to describe this.]

Cooler than cool. [He’s dorky right now, shut up or he’ll cut you. Because he so can now! And now he was going to pull a part of himself out of his blade, to talk to everyone properly.]

Anyway, we’re going to have a party to celebrate Maka and I becoming even more awesome than we already are on the 10th. Everyone’s invited, and we definitely want to see our friends there.

[She leans forward a bit, toward the communicator.]

No excuses, either. It’ll be fun, so we expect everyone to be here. We’ll let you know as soon as we do where it’s going to be. We won’t have enough room for everyone at our place, so look out for that!

(ooc: This is Maka and This is Soul. Both will be answering. <3)

[video] [Dec 03]

[packyourkitbag.livejournal.com]

Hi, everyone!

My name's Saki, and I just started working as a baker at Death by Pastry. Back home, we do special cakes for Christmas. I don't know if that's the norm for everybody, but I don't see why you'd pass up the opportunity if it isn't. Usually they're bought, and we can make one for you if you'd like one! Just let me know!

Thanks!

| december 3rd, evening [ video ]

[worldsrebellion.livejournal.com]

[ tapping his fingers against a counter that isn't his, deeply contemplating something before (rather blandly): ] For those who knew her: Shirley Fenette is gone.

[ just. ugh. lost her again, this one long after her time. back to emptiness, just like he would return to... depressing, really. he reaches up and pinches the bridge of his nose for a moment, looking irritated and then slipping on the first mask he finds: a smiling one as his hand drops. ]

I have an inquiry, Death City: how many of you can play chess? [ and he looks off to the side, brow lifting as he remembers something. he doesn't look back when he speaks. ] Ah, yes, that's right: the graveyard-flavored ice cream that they sell here doesn't taste as bad as you would think.  It actually tastes quite good.

[ it may seem random at first but after the talks he's had in the past, it needed to be said.  and in the winter, too.  yeah.  aaand he reaches over to turn off the feed- and filter something to someone. ]

( [ filtered to Kururugi Suzaku | unhackable ] )

december 3rd

[shalnark.livejournal.com]

[He's on video today! For some reason, he's wearing a Burger Ghost crown...]

For those who voted for me in Okita's last post, I wanted to give you guys my thanks! It looks like I ended up with the most votes [as if he really counted] which was kind of surprising ... but also kind of nice, haha! I really appreciate it! Thanks again!

Ah. One more thing since it seems that everyone's talking about it for some reason?

[DEADPAN FACE]

This Christmas thing sounds like it costs money.

No thanks.

☇ NINETEENTH ROAR || 3RD DECEMBER 2009 || VIDEO + TEXT

[getyourgunson.livejournal.com]

[When the feed flickers open, everybody will get a very nice view of pedo-sun up above in the sky, breathing heavily and drooling as it always does during the afternoon. The glare, of course, is pretty painful for those who stare too long, but soon enough the camera abruptly shifts down to a place somewhere in Outer Residential Quarter III - and then a bit more to Date himself. From one glance, its easy enough to tell that the samurai's not in the best of conditions - he looks haggard, tired and maybe all too lilable to topple over anytime soon, even if he is currently sitting on a bench.

The man isn't looking at the camera though - instead he's focused on the keys, frown crossing his face as he slowly realizes that nothing is coming out of his typing. This goes on for a bit more before he glances up to stare at the screen for a moment before he abruptly closes his one good eye, frowning again.]

Shit.

[Just that one word (and that word is barely understandable as it is), and then Date is reaching to fumble on the keys for a moment before the feed abruptly cuts out.]

[Filtered to Koujurou]

[And now, text, because Date can't trust himself to sound audible when his nose's stuffed up so horribly.]

Need your

I can't

[Pause.]

I need to get back to the apartment.|

[The 'I can't do this myself now' is strongly implied.]


[OOC: Assume that ICly Date's replies are somewhat delayed. Having a horrible cold does that to you.]

[video] Friday, evening

[dai-mon-dai.livejournal.com]

[The video comes on, and Masaru looks about ready to chatter at the DEMISE network once again. Only suddenly he stops, head perked and eyes focused off to the side. If he was a dog you can bet his ears would be up and nose twitching.

Yes, he does not look pleased by... whatever mood has over taken him]

...

Why do I have the sudden strong urge to beat up a red-head?

[Maybe someone should be very very careful.]