[identity profile] lethalgrace.livejournal.com
( well look at that giant pile of shopping bags. There's nothing else to be seen for a moment until Xiao Qiao peers upside down at the communicator. )

Helloo~ Look what I got! ( look indeed, it's a small wonder that she's managed to carry it all...so far. She's not done. There appears to be everything judging by the store names on the bags. Clothes, books, toys...even electronics. )

Apparently everything is a lot cheaper after that festival! What a wonderful opportunity to uh...try new things! ( Looks like someone bought a waffle iron. Hopefully this doesn't end in disaster. )

Hm...what else should I get I wonder. There isn't a whole lot to spend money on here, not like running a household-- not that I really had to do that back home. ( she laughs a bit and then promptly gets distracted. )

Oh! That looks fun! ( and there she goes. )
[identity profile] cake-and-dreams.livejournal.com
[Derp Filtered to: Stripp, Hungary, Aurora, Rose, Jade, Leo, Castor, Zhang He, Sohki, Rhode, Luke, Mushu, Koujuurou, and Altair.]

[D is sitting in the living room of an apartment in Murder Manor, looking pretty pleased with himself. Unlike his last post, he's rather cheerful and playful. Leon is visible in the background (along with quite a few Deathkea boxes), messing around angrily with a shelf of some kind. It's pretty obvious that D is not helping at all right now.]

Good evening! I thought it would be polite to inform those of you that can see this that Leon and I have moved in together. We are currently sharing an apartment in Murder Manor.

[D's smile and tone make it sound almost like there's more to it than that. Like more than friendship. Like the best of friendship.

And then as soon as Leon hears the words come out of D's mouth, he looks at him with a bit of shock.]


Who're you talkin' to!?

[The communicator is lowered slightly, positioned so that Leon can't see it unless he comes over there.]

Nobody, my dear detective. Get back to work.

[Then the communicator is lifted again, and D continues on.]

We're on the second floor, apartment D.

Hey!!

You're talkin' so someone, aren't ya?!


No, my dear. It's nothing to worry about. [To the communicator.] We thought we'd have a few people over soon.

[Cue Leon's disgruntled grunt and return to assembling the Deathkea stuff--]

Aww fuck, what was I doin' again!? Fucking Deathkea directions! They don't make any sense, man!

Language, detective. Ah, where was I...? We'd like to have you over for a small gathering in the evening of the 28th. I think around 7:00 would be best. Please let us know if you can make it. There will be tea and snacks.

[Leon can still be heard grumbling and swearing in the background as D cuts the feed.]

(ooc: D is purple and Leon is blue. Replies will come from Leon eventually. He can't reach his communicator right now.)
wishgrant: ([dance] the cutest performer)
[personal profile] wishgrant
It's snowin' so everyone has to go out and build snowmans!

Oh oh, and did everyone get a tree up and decorated nice? That's what your supposed t' do, right?
[identity profile] packyourkitbag.livejournal.com
[It's probably not the best kind of post to be making right now, given what the city's been going through. Part of her doesn't want to seem like she's making light of things, but... things will get better. They always do. The feed clicks on, and she has a small smile.]

Hi, everyone!

I just want to let you all know that Death by Pastry is having a sale from now until Christmas, so if you want something for yourself or a friend for a little pick-me-up, or maybe something for a Christmas party, now would be a great time to get it. If you haven't gone by, we have Christmas cakes and cookies, too.

Thanks!
[identity profile] notwaterjesus.livejournal.com
[Believe it or not, Amiti's in the library. However, he seems a bit...perturbed today.]

I've been researching this Christmas festival and I would like to ask a question to anyone familiar with it. I recently read about the event it is commemorating. While I understand why this birth would be considered unique...

[A very short pause as he glances away for a second.]

...are you certain all of this information is accurate?

[And yes, he looks and sounds completely serious about this.]
[identity profile] maashiro.livejournal.com
[The feed begins as though the communicator's been sent flying, or at least knocked back a few feet as it captures Kenshin's form lunging forwards, the glint of the sharp inside edge of his sakabatou as he draws it a few inches from its sheath.

He stays frozen there for a few moments, his heavy breathing audible in the quiet of his room. Then he finally moves—sliding the sword slowly back into its sheath, letting his hand go limp so the sheath then clatters to the ground, relaxing out of his tensed ready-for-battle stance.

He lets out a long sigh as he drops back down to the ground himself and rests his back against the wall. His head lowers; he buries a hand in his bangs and clenches that hand.]


It's only surprising they did not begin again sooner...

[he clearly hasn't noticed the communicator's been turned on]
[identity profile] cake-and-dreams.livejournal.com
[If you saw D at the festival and thought he looked tired then, you'll notice that now he looks remarkably awake, well-rested, and healthy. D even looks rather happy, despite the fact that he seems a bit alarmed by the chaos he's woken up to.]

My goodness, quite a bit has happened while I was asleep, it seems. [Yeah. He slept from the festival until noon.] For those of you going on the mission, I hope that you will exercise all caution. Losing more guests would quite the tragedy.

[Unless they're human. Especially if he happens to know you, though he does hope that nobody he knows well is heading to Europe.]

The purpose of this is not, however, to dwell on such a dangerous-sounding mission. The festival went well, and I wish to thank those guests who helped out, no matter what it is that you did. It would not have been as successful without your aid, and your efforts are greatly appreciated. I do hope all of you managed to get out and enjoy the festival for awhile.


[Filtered from Shaun.]

On a completely different note, what would be a good gift to get a man into computers and technology? [D looks completely unsure. Shaun, why so hard to shop for?]

[VIDEO]

Sep. 2nd, 2011 07:42 am
[identity profile] silversouba.livejournal.com
[This is very much an accidental video. Kadaj had thrown the communicator against the wall, unknowingly turning it on. Yazoo had left to go to the library, or something similar, leaving Kadaj alone with his thoughts. The view is focused on the floor. Empty.]

Mother, the first thing they did was take you away from me. They left me here, alone, with those who oppose you. Sephiroth is here too. He gave me his. . . customary welcome. I was forced to interact with those disgusting creatures known as doctors because of him.

Then they made me human. I didn’t ask for this! I don’t want this! I hate that I’ve become the embodiment of everything you despise. I will still do anything you want, anything at all!

You never have to question my loyalty. Human or not I will always be on your side, Mother. I just have to know what you want. I’ve been waiting for some kind of guidance or direction from you. But you haven’t given me anything.

Is it because of what they made me?

[Leather boots come into frame. They pace slowly back and forth like a wild animal that has been caged for far too long]

The Shibusen here are powerful. No! I’m not weak. It’s just. . . difficult. I won’t ask you to understand. If you were here you could easily wipe them out. I’m doing my best, Mother, you have to believe me.

Yazoo is with me now. These bodies they’ve given us are weak and fragile. They break from the smallest things. It’s no wonder you deemed humans worthless. They’ve limited all our power, all our strength, to serve you.

I promise I will make them pay for what they’ve done to you—what they’ve done to us.

But if you decide that I’m worthless now too, I can’t fault you for it. I’ll never forgive them for what they’ve done. I’ll never stop trying to help you. I want to make you happy.

Mother, just tell me! What am I supposed to do?

[Immediately he stops pacing. Silence. The image of boots marching closer is the last thing in view before the communicator is abruptly shut off]

(OOC: More than likely Kadaj will ignore a good portion of the responses. So don’t get offended if he doesn’t answer. He’s not really a fan of showing weak points, since he likes to think he doesn’t have any. But he will take note of who actually DOES respond and HOW they respond. Example: if you make fun of this whole Mother thing you’re gonna get on his “Kill on Sight” list. I’ll at least let you know if Kadaj decides not to reply so you’re not waiting expectantly. :3 Poor kid needs a break, right?)
[identity profile] cake-and-dreams.livejournal.com
[To those who know him, this is the video of a beautiful man. To those who don't, they might not be quite sure, and that's okay. D is smiling cheerfully but mysteriously at the camera. He seems to be getting into the spirit of the holidays, if the barely-visible wrapped presents on the bed behind him are any indication. There are no tags, however, so there's no way to tell to whom they'll go!]

Good evening, Death City, and welcome new guests! My name is Count D.

[He pauses for just a moment to adjust his position before continuing.]

The weather's gotten quite cold, but I'm sure that won't chill anybody's enjoyment of the festival coming up. You might have noticed the decorations all over the city park by now. Please feel free to take full advantage of the mistletoe hung up around the park!

The festival will be on the 13th of this month. We are still looking for people to help out, and sign-ups for contests are still open. Please have a look at the attached file, and let me know if you're interested in helping out.

For those of you who had questions about mistletoe, I've attached some information about that as well.

[Then the video is gone, and the information is there. Look at that, Shaun, he did it all on his own.]


All about Mistletoe


Excel Spreadsheet here

(ooc: OOC planning post to follow.)
[identity profile] hemocidal.livejournal.com
[ Gamzee has been hard at work, and by hard at work I mean leaving Karkat's apartment a complete disaster area as he worked with religious fervor on his great project to educate the heathen masses of Death City. What is it he's been working on, you ask? ]




[ . . . Great. ]

this is not an IC cut motherfuckers )

[ Video ]

Aug. 19th, 2011 08:06 pm
[identity profile] wings-of-hope.livejournal.com
[ When the feed comes on, Ahiru is shown in view of the device, in the apartment she shares with her partner. Though she's facing the camera, her eyes are closed and she has one hand on the back of a chair, the other arced into the air above her head. She's wearing a white leotard and one foot is poised to her leg, making a figure-four-like shape.

It's not the most graceful of pictures and her posture is far from perfect, but there's a smile on her face, nonetheless. And after holding that position for a moment, she opens her eyes and extends her leg out to the side, then turns toward the chair as she moves to arch it out behind her.

The position then starts to... wobble a bit. And the redhead lets her leg down with a small sigh, adjusting the bun she haphazardly put her hair up into. ]


...I'm reeeeeeeeeeeeeally out of practice. If Mr. Cat was still here, he'd definitely be threatening me with marriage right now...

[ While muttering the last part, she finally notices the device, blinking at it for a moment before she smiles brightly again. ]

Oh! I guess it was on! Um--hi, everyone! I'm just practicing ballet! I haven't danced in awhile and it feels really good to do it again.

Does anyone else here dance? Or want to learn? It's a lot of fun! Even it if takes work...

[ As if in another demonstration, she tries a few more leg and arm extensions and basic ballet positions. It's clear, though, that while she's enjoying herself, her form in this is pretty poor.

She chuckles a little awkwardly at the device. ]


Well, um... I can't really teach anything, but just dancing is good for you. And it might help with partnering and stuff, too! It's really worth a try!

[ Encouragingly, she smiles at the camera again. ]

[ ooc: Trust me, you don't want dancing lessons from her. XD But she'd love to find more people to dance with. ]
[identity profile] kingofdecisions.livejournal.com
[For a second or two, Guo Jia regards the screen levelly. His bearing then shifts into one far more casual, and when he speaks his tone is deceptively light.]

Prepare for the rain, so not a single drop shall leak through: I give care to all things, on Lord Cao Cao's behalf.

Yet this... this was not a raindrop, but rather a flash flood. How swiftly it came upon me, unforeseen! Now that I've been forcibly swept far from where I am meant to be, what care can I give?

My task passes into the hands of my shixiong.

Hoo.

[He smiles, shallow and breezy.]

What an impressive display, though. Who would have thought that such extraordinary powers existed? With the promise of much more to come, no less!

[He lifts a hand to his face, cupping his chin in a habitual gesture. A trace of irritation colours his voice.]

Don't misunderstand me: I'm angry that I was abducted from my post at such a crucial time. [He briefly taps his finger against his lips, and the annoyance in his tone dissipates.] However, I also hate inefficiency, so I've decided to contribute to this war effort for the time being.

[A moment's pause, then:]

I do have one request to make. I'd like to speak with someone taken from a less technologically advanced land, so long as they have lived here in Death City for a reasonable stretch of time. Say, at least a month? Long enough to have settled in fairly well.

Surely that is not much to ask.
[identity profile] innfatuated.livejournal.com
[ A rather elegant-looking young woman has appeared on the communicator screen, smiling amicably. ]

Hello. To be honest, I'm still not sure how exactly you're supposed to use these things, but this introduction is long overdue and I have an announcement to make.

My name is Yukiko Amagi, and I arrived with the last batch of people brought in by that... brewing device. Since then I've spent much of my time at training, so some of you might have seen me there, or at Dorsia, where I work as a hostess during the evening. It's good to meet you all... even though right now it seems like I'm saying that to a recording of my own face.

[ She falters for a moment, a little too amused. Her own silly grin reflected back at her isn't helping stifle the giggles, but she doesn't want to break down laughing and have to start this recording over again... again. So she continues. ]

A-Anyway... haha... We're expected to fight in order to return home, aren't we? I am a Weapon, and I take the form of a fan. A war fan, actually. I'll need a Meister to help discover what abilities I have that may lay hidden. If anyone would like to join me at training tomorrow morning, maybe we could get to know each other better.

Thank you! [ One last smile and she's gone. ]
[identity profile] gingaprettyboy.livejournal.com
[The first thing visible is a head of read hair, but the camera angle soon drops to reveal a rather pretty face. Said face is struggling (in vain) to not start blushing. Despite his apparent awkwardness, after a deep breath his voice comes out surprisingly determined and strong.]

Hello, Death City! I haven't met all of you yet, but my name is Takuto Tsunashi. It's nice to meet you. I just have some questions that maybe you can answer for me.

[Another deep breath.]

So. I've been hearing some contradictory things about partnerships lately. What do you have to do to be a good partner?

I mean, I've heard that it's a lot l-like... marriage. Partners should live together, right? So before I... go any further, I need to know if it's something I'm ready for. [He's finally one color from his hair to his red shirt, and clearly whatever he's about to blurt out next has been bothering him.]

Is it true that you can resonate better if you kiss your partner beforehand?!
[identity profile] righteous.livejournal.com
[Alistair's face can be seen and he looks confused (what's new) whilst wearing a...is that a Santa hat? Yes...yes it is. He also has a bit of red tinsel around his neck. He's sat outside wearing some warm clothes (not his armour, for once). Almost looks like he'd just recently been ambushed by some enthusiastic Christmas loving Death City Citizen]

I have a, probably stupid, question but...what exactly is Christmas?
[identity profile] terra-inflexus.livejournal.com
[The only thing on screen is a long sword before Toph steps into the screen. She’s grinning]

Hey guys, check out my new Weapon. This is Temeraire. For those of you who don't know him, he's a dragon.

[Temeraire being who he is, decided it was only proper to give his own salutation seeing as not many people have really seen his weapon form.]

Hello. I know it might be a bit disconcerting to see me like this, but I assure you that I am still myself despite my form.

[She grabs the hilt and hefts him. The sword is six and a half feet long. She’s four-ten. There is conveniently a melon nearby, and she slices it easily with a grin.]

Take that, Witches!

[Cackling]

Fear me, for I am the Melon Lord!

[She's happy, let her be a dork]

[Filtered to Roy]

[Still grinning]

I have a partner now.
[identity profile] alastinglight.livejournal.com
[Have a boy of about sixteen or seventeen on the screen. He's smiling, but the look in his eyes is cool.]

We've got a lot of fighters down here. I'm curious about the sort of training all of you received, and what weapons you're used to wielding, or the kind of martial arts you do.

Call it professional interest.


Filters to the Watch, Armstrong, Tassadar & Nataku, Naomi, Aqua, Rhode, Sasuke, Temeraire. )
[identity profile] 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. )