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[personal profile] somethinglost
[Kirigiri hasn't noticed anything weird yet today, but she's also been inside, away from the windows up until now. Now, though, it is time to go observe the vendors and what they have to offer and take a million notes, so she heads outside.

She has enough time to get a few steps outside and turn on a video feed. She's got her mouth open to ask a question when something falling out of the sky bounces off of her head. Surprised, she looks at the ground to see what it is.

A slight frown crosses her face, but before she can do or say anything else, cups and packages of instant ramen start to pelt her from the sky. They are hitting her so frequently that she really doesn't have time to run away from them. She brings up her arms to shield her head (although they aren't really hitting her hard enough to do anything but be annoying), and in the process drops her device. It's quickly buried under cheap, packaged carbohydrates.

After precisely fifteen minutes and seven seconds, the million fungoes style ramen barrage ends, leaving Kirigiri standing on the lawn with a hill of ramen piled up to her waist. She stands and fumes for a couple of minutes before she starts digging herself out. Eventually, her device comes free of the pile and lands in the grass, capturing this process upside down.]
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[personal profile] eatsyourscience
[In the music room, Souji is trying to play the violin. He's never really done it before, so he's not all that good. He never quite manages to get out a full string of notes either--he keeps stopping to look at the bow in his hand, to make adjustments, to check the music in front of him.

After several halting attempts, he stops and leans back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling.]


Why was it easier before?
40410: (∞< extremely heterosexual strut)
[personal profile] 40410
It's early in the morning and freezing out, and a figure in every coat known to man is tramping through the snow. He's an Alabama lad, okay. He's not used to these temperatures.

Several bounds in front of him, quite clearly leading the way, is the cutest husky you ever did see. She's on loan from a local physicist and having a grand old time sniffing around.

They've been playing catch, as evidenced by Alex's red cheeks and the displaced snow all over everywhere. But now the human is catching his breath, and the husky is exploring her immediate surroundings with no sign whatsoever of tiredness. There must be a squirrel to chase hiding in all this white stuff somewhere.

For one reason or another, it's been months untold since Alex took Faraday out. It's a shame, in hindsight. He feels lighter than he has in a long time. Still wary, keeping his wits about him, but...

Well, dogs are good for the soul.
thestormcomes: (you're just like the rest of those girls)
[personal profile] thestormcomes
[Some people know how to properly handle their stress. Massages with scented oils, a rich cup of hot chocolate, a relaxing day in front of the television.

Athos, however, cares not for the floral smells and overpowering sweets. He also comes from a time that lacks electricity, so your standard rerun of The X-Files is out of the question.

In lieu of these modern blessings, he has set up a small shooting range outside the Mansion and is slowly picking off a number of empty wine bottles of all shapes and sizes from a considerable distance away.

There is a pause between the echoing BANGs when he stops to reload his gun, painstakingly wrapping another ball of lead up with wax and cotton. This time, he addresses the camera.
]

...our last event was...regrettably dangerous, and no man- [Or woman. Sigh.] -should go without knowing something of self-defense. I or my fellows would be more than happy to offer our experience for the sake of-

[Oh, wait. One more bottle left. BANGshatter!]

...personal safety.

[video]

Jan. 27th, 2013 07:24 pm
petabytes: (-Ashamed)
[personal profile] petabytes
He... hello...? Is anyone there...?

[The words are spoken laboriously, obviously only making it out of their host after fighting through several layers of nerves and a gate of chattering teeth. The video feed shows a small, disheveled figure, caked with sand and struggling to keep herself under control.]

I’m... I’m sorry if I am intruding, but... I don’t know where I am. Th-there’s a network here, and I didn’t think it was restricted, but... if it is, I’m sorry... I didn’t see anywhere else to go...

Are any of the other students here...? Was I allowed to leave? I don’t remember how I got here... I’m so confused, I don’t think I can take it...

[She takes a moment to regain her composure, brushing a few grains of sand out of her feathered hair. It seems she was unfortunate enough to have washed up on the beach, and hasn’t had a chance to clean herself off. From what’s visible in the feed, it looks like she’s just entered the mansion and collapsed against the nearest wall.]

I didn’t want to come much closer just in case I wasn’t allowed inside, but... it’s so cold out there, I had to take shelter... Is anyone there...? Can... can I please stay inside? I’m so sorry....
akapeanut: (Drinking)
[personal profile] akapeanut
[George is drinking heavily. It takes a lot to affect her, being undead and all, and she's been drinking since shortly after she woke up yesterday.

She looks at the camera. Toasts it.]


Can everyone do me a favor and not kill me for a few more events? 'sgettin' real old. Two in a row.

[She sighs heavily.]

Fuck everyone. Everything. Fuck it.

[And the video shuts off.]
shelflife: (who knows. maybe an od)
[personal profile] shelflife
[ Though Fukawa has obviously turned the video on herself, she appears to be ignoring it as she stands in one place fidgeting for a few moments. Fidget, fidget. Looking everywhere but at the screen.

Just when you might think she's forgotten about the camera, she sort of glances at it once and then finally begins to talk.
]

I...I thought I got out somehow, but I was just singled out, wasn't I...? I'm so unpleasant to be around that even that sadistic parody of a headmaster took pity on everyone else... I'm not even significant enough to kill, am I? No, I just get tossed out of the window like garbage!

[ She's starting to get riled up, so she has takes a minute to calm down. Breathe in, breathe out. Deep breaths, but they're the kind that precede a panic attack rather than follow it. ]

I know I'm just a dark fog that only causes misery, but I'm already so tired of this... Let me go. Let me go. Let me go. I'll go home and disappear beneath the rug and everyone can eject me from their memories. I'll become a dust mite hidden away so I can't even offend your noses. Your days will look up from there, won't they? W...Without someone like me to cloud it up?

[ Her voice is low and mumbling, and she talks like she just wants to get it over with, which makes her starting to yell even more jarring. ]

You're thinking that already, aren't you!? I can feel your eyes screwing up just to look at me!!

Just stop looking then! Stop looking!

[ She continues yelling at whoever she thinks she's talking to. Dare to interrupt? ]
masukukunai: (I know that they end)
[personal profile] masukukunai
...Did anyone survive that last event?

[Yousuke seems tired and upset, and well... disappointed. In himself, most likely, as his eyes seems to wander around everywhere but directly at the camera.]

That fog was from my world. It was a lot more aggressive and fast than it was there, but it was the same. We were able to stop the source back in my world. But here, it was like there wasn't one.

In the end, I... I couldn't do anything.

I'm sorry.

[He sighs heavily, and adds mostly to himself:]

It would have ended up the same way...
seekingsanity: (do you want to hear how my song goes?)
[personal profile] seekingsanity
[Dying was an interesting experience. It was disappointing to wake up and find that everything still sucks forever, though.

So he's sulking and eating at the kitchen counter. He's got a bowl in front of him and is picking pieces of...something out. It stains his fingers red, but he doesn't seem to notice, nor does he notice that his device has turned on where it's sitting to one side on the counter.]
usskickass: (I'm blue)
[personal profile] usskickass
[The fog is back and she's weak, weak, too weak for this place. Too weak to stand up for herself or for the kids or for what's right. Too weak to even get away. Too weak to want to go home.

So the fog eats her up and she becomes a strong woman and a stronger wife.]
akapeanut: (Yeah I'm listening)
[personal profile] akapeanut
[It started with feeling sick. She wasn't surprised, really. Fog always fucked stuff up.

And this is what happened to her.

But eventually that frustration just eats her up. The worst possible shit always happens to her. Always. Forever.

So she dissipates into the fog.

Always. Forever.]
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[personal profile] oversight
[The increasing amount of paranoia and upset Blake is experiencing, coupled with the fact that it seems to be a lot less isolated than he'd originally believed, has the former cop antsy. When he addresses the feed, he's already outside amidst the dense fog.]

John Blake here. Again. [A nod. That's for anyone who might not have caught his name last time.]

There's definitely somethin' goin' on here — with the fog, obviously. Gotta feelin' if we're not careful, people are gonna get lost or hurt. If anyone's got info on this crazy weather, now'd be the time to share. From what I've seen, it's gettin' worse and it's makin' everyone a little on edge, includin' myself.

Anyway, takin' volunteers for search and rescue, too. If you're interested, meet me in the main entrance area. The more the merrier, too — gonna need people to watch backs and the more eyes lookin' for clues, the better. Pretty sure I saw some stuff movin' 'round out there, so if you're proficient and responsible enough for a weapon, might want to consider bringin' it along.

[Just a promised, Blake will be going in and out until he's collected a large enough party for search and rescue. Once that's achieved, he'll be out patrolling the grounds and probably the hallways of the mansion at some point. This will continue as long as there's fog, so it's possible to run into John or talk to him at any point after this post.]
0ll1350u7135: (G0 CH03K 0N 4 8UL3G)
[personal profile] 0ll1350u7135
[Friendly reminder that he died yesterday on his first day...]

WH3R35 MY H4ML37?
H45 4NY0N3 533M MY H4ML37?
0R MY R4D HP7 WH33L2H?
D1D 50M3 5CUMP84G 74K3 17?
WH0 D1D 17
WH0 DUD 7H3 7H4NG?
1 D3M4ND 70 KN0W WH3R3 MY 7H1NGS 4R3 I0U 57PU1D N00K5UCK3R27H



[Translation:
Wheres my hamlet?
has anyone seen my hamlet?
or my rad hpt wheels?
did some scumpbag take it?
who did it
who dud the thang?
i demand to know where my things are you stupid nooksuckers

Also a friendly reminder to fill out the text-opt out if you wish to opt out.
]

02 [Video]

Jan. 6th, 2013 08:50 am
justlove: (Stranded in a border town)
[personal profile] justlove
[When the feed turns on, it shows Blaine, but he's not moving.

He's sitting down, his chin resting against his hands, and he's just staring off into space.

Maybe that he just has a lot on his mind, or maybe it's the fog that's begun seeping into the mansion hallways, but Blaine is being oddly still and feeling disinterested in almost everything.

And what's strange is that he can't remember the last time he just felt like sitting and staring and doing absolutely nothing.

Add in the fact that he feels cold, tired, and vaguely sick, which is a recipe for a not-so-happy Blaine.]
itsahotone: (you can not do this to me)
[personal profile] itsahotone
[At first, the fog was just annoying. But then a whole day passed. And then a little longer.

And it was beginning to really get to Santana, but she didn't know why.

You know, other than the whole annoying thing.

She figures it's just the overall gloom and all, but she can't get rid of this pressing...something.

When she opens her mouth, she kind of wants to barf.]


What is the deal?! Can't we just get like, some huge wind machines and blow this shit away?!

[Ugh ugh ugh. So much for calmly stating a slight displeasure.

It's like the fog wants to eat her. Which is not impossible in this place.]
no_eels: (♚ shiny thing!)
[personal profile] no_eels
[There's a dragon outside in the fog. He'd be running around near-secret if not for the fact that his foot accidentally jostles the communicator on. As it is, he seems to be... playing with the fog, lunging at it, trying to bite it.

He has to get his kicks somewhere... now that he's emptied the fridge into his belly.]
eatsyourscience: (anything less than the best is a felony)
[personal profile] eatsyourscience
[Souji's outside in the garden, but the fog makes it difficult to tell where, exactly. It's very quiet, though, with the snow and fog deadening all the noise.

He's wearing a pair of black framed glasses. Unusual for him, since he doesn't normally wear glasses.

He stops peering at his surroundings and holds up the camera at face level to address whoever might be listening.]


Don't you think it should have snowed instead of raining yesterday?

[That would make sense in early January.

He takes a few steps through the snow and he doesn't seem to be having any trouble navigating through the fog.]


This isn't ordinary fog. Be careful.
canyouseeme: (suspcious)
[personal profile] canyouseeme
[Jack has never felt more betrayed in his life, and the traitor in question is the wind. One minute he was just soaring along, trying to decide whether hitting a town with a snowstorm over Christmas break would be an appreciated bonus or an empty joy since classes were already cancelled. The next minute he was tumbling roughly out of the sky. He shakes his head, his blurry vision coming into focus to reveal an unfamiliar forest that definitely was not below him a few minutes ago. The wind has always taken Jack where he wants to go, but now he's not even sure where he is.]

Did I black out?

[Jack talks to himself. It's a habit you pick up when nobody else can talk to you.]

That's never happened before.

[Maybe he ran into one of North's portals? He scans the sky, looking for some sign of that awesome sleigh, but there's nothing there. He looks around the nearby woods, but doesn't see any yetis or six-foot rabbits or any of the other creatures that tend to kidnap him. He grins.]

It looks like after three hundred years I'm still finding new ways to get into trouble.

[Feeling that walking might be the safer bet, Jack makes his way out of the woods.] )


action;

Dec. 19th, 2012 07:09 pm
denyingpets: ((I'll destroy it all))
[personal profile] denyingpets
[Souji's Mirror has two keys. One of them is safe on a string around his neck and the other is clasped in one hand, which is in his pocket where the key isn't easily visible. He's wandering the Mansion, looking for the door that matches the key in his hand in his pocket.

The red-brown key is obviously made of bone, and it gives him a good idea of what he should be looking for. The Mansion's pretty big, though, so this might take awhile.

And of course, two keys isn't really enough. If he runs into any real things, he may have to either turn on the charm or turn on the stabs and get himself a third key.]

[Text]

Dec. 19th, 2012 02:39 am
donttestme: (Inquisitive)
[personal profile] donttestme
What happened to the mansion?

[[ooc/ we'll pretend this was when the decorations were going up, right? 8D]]
freetobe: ([thinking] wait what)
[personal profile] freetobe
 [There is tinsel in Castiel's hair. 

It went something like this: In the process of trying to prevent the Apocalypse, find God, keep Dean Winchester safe, survive as well, and help find a way to kill the Devil, he's made the decision to forego walking (he's falling from Grace, not yet quite that handicapped, thank you very much, and fly into a building to follow a lead. 

It's turned out to be a bad decision since. Castiel can't pinpoint when his surroundings changed, maybe when he passed through the door of the old warehouse. Regardless he finds himself carried forward by his momentum. Pine needles try to scratch his face and his collision makes the ornaments jingle. 

In other news, there is tinsel in Castiel's hair, and he is not amused. This overly lavish decoration, this mockery of religion and custom, reeks of Gabriel, and the last thing he needs is one more angelic brother being a nuisance.

It's hours later when he has explored the Mansion, that he discovers the strange device in his pocket and fiddles with it. When the video starts (it takes some button pressing and is fairly accidental), the first thing the observant will note is an eye. It's rather big and rather blue, but Castiel soon pulls the device away from his face to frown at it. He does not have time for... whatever is going on.]


I wish to be released. If this is a ploy from you, Gabriel, it is not amusing. Someone put a device in my pocket. I don't... I don't understand what to do with this. 

[The video? It's upside down.]
tenoritantei: (i have been blind as a mole)
[personal profile] tenoritantei
[ It’s noon, and Entranceway’s newest arrival is curious as fuck. She’ll be wandering about the gardens, snooping around the mansion, peeking in through windows, staring at the blue skies that make up the entrance hall’s ceiling, sniffing the food in the kitchen, and everything in between.

There are mysteries here, and Naoto Shirogane, ace detective, is on the case. If that means interrogating the shit out of anyone who crosses her path, so be it.

Eventually, she’ll find the communications system and, after spending a while figuring it out (it's not hard to find previous posts and others' conversations), she’ll send out a brief, private message:
]

Locked to Souji Seta and Yousuke Hanamura )

Video;

Mar. 23rd, 2012 11:04 am
not_a_hero: (Playing for thought)
[personal profile] not_a_hero
[Sherlock is sitting in a comfortable looking square chair, rosining his bow with long, even strokes of the cloth-secured cube. He's functioning well today so he's in his tailored suit and purple dress shirt rather than slumming it in his night clothes and dressing gown. He needs a case, though. Wonderland is too big a mystery to keep at 24-7. The ashtray on the side table gives some hint as to how he's managing to stay calm and passably normal but even a nice dose of nicotine can only do so much.]

I am not the police and am under no obligation to help in any way that does not interest me. That being said, I need cases. Therefore my business is now officially open and my second floor residence in room twenty-one will continue to be my base of operations. Network and in person inquiries are both acceptable. Murders are always preferred but Wonderland is particularly hateful in its treatment of the dead and the criminal classes here are boring to say the least. Do we even have criminals? Please do get in touch if you are one. No, on second thought, don't. I'd much rather find you.

[Which is a terrible invitation for someone to do something awful but Sherlock would welcome it gladly. He puts the rosin down, eying the long horse hairs and inspecting the bow to be certain it's not warped.]

That's all, really. Participants in my biochemical studies will be pleased to know I discovered no physical or chemical reasons for our being here. The likelihood of returning is as random as the likelihood of being brought here at all in the first place. Human and humanoid species also were shown to have similar enough if not identical genetic and chemical makeup to make treatment by a doctor specialized in humans more than effective. Charts and notes have been made available to Dr. Watson and John will use the information as he sees fit.

Evelyn, do pop 'round when you get the chance.

12; action

Mar. 18th, 2012 03:58 pm
eatsyourscience: (squinting my eyes and turning on)
[personal profile] eatsyourscience
[Because I didn't have enough entries in which Souji is cooking Souji has come to the realization that most of the people living in Wonderland is either incapable of cooking or incapable of cooking anything that doesn't have instructions.

Thus he is keeping himself busy in the food prep area, preparing curry and rice in the biggest and least questionably clean pots he could find, because this event somehow knows. He will share with anyone.

It smells delicious, btw.]
smilethatbites: (a grin fit to split your face)
[personal profile] smilethatbites
I think we've all been inside for far too long, don't you? There's no room to stretch out from tip to tail, no proper prey to pounce on. Any cat worth his claws can tell you that indoors is no place to spend time.

So go on! The fresh air will be good for you! You'll thank me later.
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[personal profile] shiroganefortune
Since my last message, it has come to my notice that there are more people investigating this mansion and its various elements than I was aware of. I realise that some of us perhaps work better on our own but it strikes me that we are missing an opportunity if we do not coordinate and cooperate on what we find. Perhaps if those of us actively working on solving the mysteries of this place could come to work together, to share what we know, we will stand a better chance of finding some answers.

Locked to Souji and Yosuke )

Locked to Kanji )

11; video

Mar. 7th, 2012 12:08 am
eatsyourscience: (lost sight of things you want to show me)
[personal profile] eatsyourscience
[Souji's sitting on his couch with several books stacked beside him and origami cranes lining the window sill behind him. He's not looking directly at the camera when the feed comes on, but the way he sits back a little as it starts indicates that he turned it on intentionally.

He's quiet for a few seconds, as though he's listening to something. Then he looks at the device, pensive.]


How much should someone worry about the future? Or is the present more important?

[He isn't addressing anyone in particular, but he sounds like he needs a second (actually a seventh) opinion on this.]
was_a_soldier: (Default)
[personal profile] was_a_soldier
[The camera flickers on, revealing John sitting up from being sprawled on the ground, holding his head. He groans, hissing to himself. From the grass around him, it looks like he's on the front lawn of the mansion. When he finally peeks through his fingers, the doctor notices the camera--likely his phone. He reaches for it, looking slightly perplexed when he realizes it's recording video--technology was never really his strong suit. He glances around, and when it's obvious he sees nothing familiar, he holds up the camera properly, looking into it with confusion, but resolve.]

This is John Watson, speaking. I'm currently in an unknown area and any sort of information would be... wonderful, thank you.

[The hinting of his military background dissolves slightly at the end of his request, and he gnaws at his lower lip as he observes his surroundings once more. Running a hand through his cropped hair, he mutters to himself;]

Well, one thing's for sure, this certainly isn't London...

[He then snorts in a self deprecating manner.]

Of course it isn't, John. Obvious deduction.

[He's speaking as if mimicking someone else chiding him, but the line of his mouth and the expression in his eyes is fond, if a bit sad, as he looks off. After a moment he remembers he's still on video. Clearing his throat, he fumbles with the phone uselessly a couple of times until the transmission finally shuts off.]

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