masukukunai: (fight against the wind)
[personal profile] masukukunai
So... This is an event, right? Everyone's acting so weird, and that lady that showed up before...

[Yousuke's been having a particularly hard time with this one. He has memories, years worth of memories here in the mansion that suddenly feel like they don't exactly line up, with what people have been telling him and the theories they've worked out. And yet what he knew before, memories of his world-- they had to be true. The emotions he had then and the emotions they caused now couldn't possibly be fake.]

[Terrible things had happened. Terrible things because he wasn't good enough. Strong enough.]

[He's acting completely different than usual. The normally cheerful, bold and pushy Yousuke has given way to a sullen and shifty-eyed individual. Depressed, and unsure, like he can't even trust the words coming out of his own mouth.]


We know everyone else isn't right, but we're convinced we're the same-- how is that possible? Are we being tricked?

[Very quickly, that mistrust turns into shaky anger.]

I don't-- I don't like being messed with! Don't fuck with me! I want answers!
eatsyourscience: (over the fear and through the flames)
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[At Emma's suggestion, Souji started guarding the eighth floor hallway around the entrance to the diner. Which was easy enough at first. He just kind of hung out outside the door or near the stairs and helped anyone who needed it.

By the third day of the event, he's managed to hold off at least one hell hound--casting fire spells in rapid succession for several minutes straight is kind of like an explosion--much to the detriment of the hallway.

After that encounter, he's pretty heavily drained. He's got a few more spells in him, but not many, and he's pretty sure he can hear something crashing around down the corridor, coming haphazardly in his direction.]


[ooc: Here's a catch all for Souji on days 2 and 3 of the event. Feel free to just chat with him, ask for his help, or help him not get killed by a hell hound (because really, there is not much chance of him killing one alone).]
hamburellakind: (Pie in yo face!!!!)
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[What does a prankster do when he's bored and maybe still a little down in the dumps but also lonely?

Pull pranks, obviously.

What makes a classic prank even better than usual?

Visual evidence of said pranking.

And thus John is spending today dragging a wagon full of whipped cream pies behind him and knocking on various strangers' doors. Once the door swings open, John's checking to make sure it isn't Annie (or people who seem similarly easily outraged like Annie) and then tossing a pie in their face. All the while, he's got his communicator's camera trained on the door and the victim, hoping to capture their reaction for mass consumption. Those who aren't in the midst of being pied are treated to the disastrous results shortly after the fact, once John has (mostly likely) retreated to a safe distance.]

[[ooc: Feel free to threadjack with your character's reaction to others being pied!]]
builditstrong: (the calamity)
[personal profile] builditstrong
[He's in the orchard when his Shadow appears. He tried to fight it at first and almost broke his own jaw when his hammer bounced off the Shadow's head. After a few more tries and some of the Shadow's yammering, he figured out what was going on. And tried to endure it while he gathered apples.]

Y'know you've thought 'bout it over an' over. "Why're you alive?" What makes you so damn special?

Shuddup.

All 'f 'em died 'cept you. They's nothin' special 'bout ya. Ya were lucky. Ya feel lucky, Kid?

I ain't listenin' t'this.

Why'd ya survive, Kid? Ya didn't deserve it. Ain't fair, 's it? They all died, an' a useless piece o' nothin' like you survived. Ya shoulda died with th' rest 'f 'em.

I ain't listenin'.

[Eventually he gets fed up and sends a text.]

TEXT

ther must be a way to shut em up
petabytes: (-Ashamed)
[personal profile] petabytes
Noooo!!

[ Chihiro had been taking a morning stroll through the gardens on the day her shadow appeared to her; it was a grave misfortune that she had not been holed up in the privacy of her own room, as she often was on these sleepy Wonderland mornings.

Nobody would expect that the demure, soft-spoken Chihiro Fujisaki would have a secret so dramatic as she did - which makes it all the more vital that she make haste back to her room as quickly as possible. As horrifying a prospect as it was to spend time alone with this person, this thing that was chasing her, to be seen was even more horrifying a prospect. ]


Leave... l-leave me alone! Y-you're not me!!

- potential Dangan Ronpa spoilers below -  )

---

ooc: Feel free to have her run into your character at any point between the gardens and her room on the fifth floor, or you can attempt to reach her after she's holed up in her room.
eatsyourscience: (now and then)
[personal profile] eatsyourscience
[Souji is outside when he flips the feed on, sitting in the grass. With the possibility of anyone meeting his Shadow, whom he's never even had to face despite this being a phenomenon from his world, he's gotten himself as far from the Mansion and other people as he can manage. The patches of dark and light green grass behind him attests to where he's fled to.

He opens his mouth, then glances down and to one side at a murmur from that direction. A few seconds later, he looks at the camera again and takes a deep breath.]


They're called Shadows.

[That might be an abrupt way to begin, but he figures everyone's aware of the Shadows' presence by now.]

They are you, so there's no point in arguing about it with them.

[He pauses for a minute, shifting away as that someone off screen tugs at his sleeve.]

All the Shadows I've met can become violent pretty easily. These ones don't seem like they're going to, from what I can tell, but everyone should be careful, just in case.

[The tugging on his sleeve becomes more persistent and a rare look of irritation crosses Souji's face before he shuts off the feed.]
hamburellakind: (Hovering in despair)
[personal profile] hamburellakind
[The video clicks on to find John Egbert sitting in some grass on the edge of the forest. A skidding mark leading up to the spot where he sits with his knees crossed and his head in his hands indicates that he didn't intend to land here, and may have actually crashed. The communicator's sits at a bit of an angle where it has landed, but the camera is undamaged. The sounds of nature don't manage to block out his soft gasping breaths.

In the foreground, a figure appears. It's dressed in the same god tier pajamas that John is wearing. The same dark hair slides into frame as the figure approaches John. But it moves with a rigid sort of confidence that in no way resembles the real John. John flows and bounces, this figure steps heavily and with purpose. That purpose seems to be to circle John and then crouch behind him, yellow eyes flickering as they focus on John and nothing else.]


John Egbert is missing. )
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[personal profile] cetra
[ Aerith pops on screen looking a little winded, and maybe just a tiny bit frantic.

See, she has this Materia - a tiny little ball of glowy magic, courtesy of her mother - and she's managed to lose it.

There's no telling where the thing is. Usually, she tucks it up tightly in her ribbon, but recently she's been pretty distracted with the arrival of some of her favorite people, and maybe she's let her routine slide just the tiniest bit.

Whatever the reason, it's now gone and after she's turned her room upside down in her search, she figures she'll put out a message on the network in case anyone's found it.
]

I was wondering if anyone could help me out. I've lost something of mine. It's green and about this size. [ And she props her little device on a side table, so she can stand back and make a shape with her hands. ] It's not big enough to really stand out, but it's not small enough to fall through any cracks or vents.

[ She picks up her device again, sighing. In all the time she's had her mother's Materia on her, she hasn't lost it. Not like this. Especially not in a mansion that likes to throw monsters and tricks their way. ]

I'm going to look more through the mansion, but if anyone comes across it, give me a heads up?

[OOC: Just a heads up - she won't be finding it anytime soon, but everyone is welcome to help her. Also, feel free to run into her anywhere - she'll be searching high and low and through the grounds. ]
masukukunai: (lost the plot)
[personal profile] masukukunai
I haven't kept track of the exact date, but I've definitely been here for two years now.

[Yousuke sighs heavily. He looks a little exasperated, a little bemused, but mostly just done. So done. Like a steak left on the grill for a half hour.]

And in a about a month I'll be 20. But with the... I don't know, time screw? I still look like I'm 17.

[His expression implies how sad that is. Anyone who has seen him in his entirety knows how sad that is. Waiting all his life to fill out, only to hit a metaphorical invisible wall, clipping forever into the nothingness of "lol, you can't go there dude". Have fun squeaking like a chihuahua every time you get flustered for all eternity.]

What haven't I done? What haven't I said? Abra Kadabra! Open Sesame! Tax exemption!

[His head hits his table with an audible thud.]

Just let me go home already...
no_nonsense: (Med - Tell me this is a joke.)
[personal profile] no_nonsense
[Susan was no stranger to curious, mystical books. She wasn't entirely certain how the one in her hands worked, per say, but she charged ahead anyway. She'd gotten the thing open without incident and, while it was acting a bit suspiciously, it hadn't exploded or given her a migraine, yet.

So, that was somewhat encouraging.]


Seeing as I can't remember how I suddenly found myself wandering a picturesque garden, I can only assume that something magical has happened.

[Although she'd definitely said "magical", something in the way she'd said it made it sound an awful lot like "troublesome".]

Naturally, I would like an explanation but, failing that, I would appreciate it if someone could direct me to the nearest Wizard.

video;

Apr. 30th, 2013 04:58 pm
somethinglost: (Something’s wrong with my brain)
[personal profile] somethinglost
[Kirigiri turns on the feed; the camera is sitting on her desk. She has a pencil tucked behind one ear and a pensive expression. She's wearing short sleeves for the first time--it's getting warm, okay?--but the hand her chin is resting on is still encased in a dark glove.]

Some of you may already know about the database I'm compiling. I have only been in Wonderland for two months and alone, there is no way I can gather enough reliable data to create a wholly objective record.

In light of this, I would appreciate any information about Wonderland, current residents, and past events that would fill in the gaps. Observations regarding the various specters who appeared yesterday will also be recorded, if offered.

Once I--

[Kirigiri is interrupted by her pencil falling out of place. She blinks in surprise as it clatters on the floor, staring down at it, then looks back at the camera without skipping a beat otherwise.]

...Once I have compiled the information, I will create several copies of the database to distribute to any who are interested. They will need to be updated and redistributed regularly, but it is more secure to have several copies circulating, in case I leave this place. And...I don't trust the security of this network enough to upload the database and make it generally available.

If you would like a copy, please let me know.

[She pauses, then nods. Yep, that's all she had to say. She stretches out a gloved hand and shuts off the camera.]
petabytes: (-Ponderous)
[personal profile] petabytes
[ Riddles. It just had to be riddles. ]

Forgotten and alone... unlock my body... what even is this?

[ The lone figure stands in front of the door, hands on hips, eyebrows cocked in disapproval. She had hoped that it'd be some other kind of challenge - something that didn't require so much puzzling and thinking, or maybe something she could let someone else do and take the credit for. No dice. ]

Ugh. This is some bullshit.

[ She scoffs, crossing her arms and tapping her foot impatiently. Figuring out the riddle is out of the question for the moment - what would someone expect Chihiro Fujisaki to do in this situation? ]

Hmm..

[ Opening up the video channel, she puts on her best pitiful face. ]

*sniff*... It's hopeless, isn't it? I d-don't know where to begin... has anyone else figured out what this riddle's supposed to mean...? I'm sorry, but I just can't figure it out... I'm so useless and terrible...
builditstrong: (Default)
[personal profile] builditstrong
[Judging by the video feed it looks like the Kid is in the orchard. He's currently poking what appears to be an orange with the handle of his giant-ass hammer, leaning back from the fruit as if it might explode. It doesn't explode, though, since it's just an orange, I mean, come on now.]

Ain't no vineapple.

[He slings the hammer over his shoulder and finally looks at the camera. Or at least he looks in the direction of the camera. He's clearly not comfortable with looking directly at it.]

Was wonderin' if anyone here knew where a guy could get 'is hands onna good carbine. Any ol' rifle, really. Bastion ain't like to show up soon, an' I don't wanna fall outta practice.

[He falls into an awkward silence for a few moments, then he looks back at the orange tree.] Also wonderin' 'f anythin's safe t'eat out here, or if they're better for target practice.

[He's watching you, orange tree. You're not gonna get the drop on him, no sir.]
masukukunai: (the start of something)
[personal profile] masukukunai
[The post starts out as a video. Yousuke just looks... Surprised. He runs a hand through his hair.]

Holy shit, this many?

Looks like we really need to start on that pamphlet...

[He shakes his head and turns off the feed, switching instead to text.]

A couple days ago I was talking with someone about the mirrors, just passing on information, and it sorta made me realize, there a lot of stuff us, uh, established residents know that newbies don't. Things about how the mansion works, and why, the residents, the mirrors, things that've happened in the past that were important. Sometimes it takes a really long time for them to figure that out. And it could end up being important, knowing the crap that goes down around here.

I know that usually people get helped by others when they first get here, but it's easy to forget stuff and they still might not get the whole story. So I was thinking, maybe we could work out some kind of pamphlet to hand out to newbies, or a whole shebang we can post somewhere where anyone could read it whenever they wanted.

Since we're getting this crazy amount of new guys in this time around, I thought about it again. It's just that-- well, I'm no good at writing and organizing and that sort of thing. But if a couple of us work together, it could totally get done.

So, who out there's good with details and nitty gritty like that? I've been here long enough that I can provide the information. Even just the basics of daily life around here could be helpful to anyone that's just gotten here.

And, uh, welcome to all the newcomers. Usually we don't get such huge groups all at once. Don't trample each other on your way in.

[Video]

Apr. 4th, 2013 04:24 pm
righteously: ([Neutral] I believe you)
[personal profile] righteously
[The feed starts up with Dean center frame, sitting at a desk. He's got a pen in hand, and on old, battered looking journal in front of him. It's not the one some might recognize if they know him, just an empty one he pulled out of a closet, but hey. He's got his stylistic preferences.

He's looking unusually serious for once, jaw set and grip tight.]


I'm doin' a little homework.

[He pauses to consider that statement, and shoots the camera a pointed look as though daring anyone that knows him to contradict it. He's not really the brains of any operation in his own firm opinion, but nobody else is here to do it for him, so.]

I need to know anything you guys know about the mirrors. The times they've come through, what they're like, how they communicate, how to cross over. Anything you can remember, anything at all.
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[personal profile] cetra
[ Aerith has finally made it out to the gardens.

Unfortunately, everything smells awful - like rotting meat, a sick smell that has her gagging before she covers up her nose and mouth.

The video pops on with her hand still hiding the bottom half of her face, and she inhales deeply before dropping her hand and rushing to speak.
]

These flowers smell strange. [ The hand goes back up to its original position and she coughs, her eyes watering. It's so terrible. Inhaling again, she speaks in another rush. ]

Awful is probably more accurate. It's like...rancid chocobo meat covered in spoiled milk. [ Or worse, actually, but it's just so bad she can't even come up with a better description. She's covering her face again and doesn't drop her hand when she talks this time, so the words are a little muffled. ]

I think I'll go back inside, but I don't remember it being this bad out here.

[ And she's starting to notice it's not just the flowers and plants. ]
hamburellakind: (Uncertain)
[personal profile] hamburellakind
[John appears on screen holding a goofy-looking hammer. He's clearly very far up, given how much the sound of wind is blotting out his speech, but the gist of it gets across, at least.]

--went up as --could and I didn't --ere they were coming from, so I don't th --p them or anything. Sorry, I tried, but it's --ing out of nowhere. At le --ving too fa--

[This time his speech is cut off by a hammer hitting him square in the face. He looks dazed for a moment before scowling and ending the message.]
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[personal profile] cetra
[ When she bursts through the line of trees, Aerith comes to a full stop. The mansion in front of her is not what she expects, and she takes a look behind her to see a thick forest that doesn't remotely look like the forest she'd just been in.

For one thing, the trees aren't white and glowing. That's the least of her worries, though. It takes her a minute, but she realizes something is missing, a connection that she's always had is now severed. Aerith can't hear the Planet anymore, can't sense the Lifestream.

So, she becomes understandably nervous.

Turning back to the strange mansion, she starts a slow trek toward it, reaching for her PHS. She intends to contact one of her friends, except it's not her PHS but a phone she doesn't recognize.

Aerith starts to fiddle with it, and that's why when the video comes on the images are blurry and maybe a little headache inducing until she steadies the thing. She's squinting at the screen, and she doesn't actually realize it's recording her.

She looks worried. She sighs, looks up at the mansion, and the screen cuts out as she puts it back in her pocket. Soon enough, Aerith's close to the door of the mansion, so she walks right up to it and starts knocking.
]
eatsyourscience: (Default)
[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?
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.]
hamburellakind: (Disguised)
[personal profile] hamburellakind
[John's not himself. He's clearly some other person.

He's in disguise.

The cameras in the hall pick him up every once in a while as he walks around, twirling a hammer in one hand. He's decked out in the best jokester outfit ever, and is clearly on his way to enact some mischief of some sort.

Feel free to poke him anywhere you like, on the comms or otherwise. Just be ready to play!]
radiopalkiller: (this accomplishes nothing)
[personal profile] radiopalkiller
[ If you stay in one place long enough you can dust off your memories and start counting the people who've stuck around with you on one hand. Or you can be lazy about it and send a text message instead. ]

Two years, three months and twenty-two days, give or take a holiday or two. Who offers more?
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...

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Dec. 26th, 2012 08:54 pm
last_liar: (I found a way I found a way)
[personal profile] last_liar
[Yuu is in front of a heavy, metal door, looking at it with more than a little uncertainty. He still hasn't decided whether or not it's a good idea to go through, but he also doesn't think he has much longer to make his decision.

He takes a deep breath and looks at the scanner on the wall next to the door, bringing one hand up to his opposite arm and rubbing at a spot on the outside of his bicep through the material, like he's getting at a slow itch.]


...I wish I knew what to expect.

[If he could just brace himself for it, it would be easier to decide. After several more moments, he takes another deep breath and starts to roll his sleeve up.]
jivitadana: (> ♪ Sognando... [Death])
[personal profile] jivitadana
[Minato held onto his key, a familiar-looking tarot card that shone and glowed whenever he held it, day or night, and he stood on the Tenth Floor in front of the seemingly colossal, golden door adorned with large, darting eyes and barbed wire. His door. The Door.

He was able to find his key, and was told to keep it safe since it would've been stolen otherwise. It really is beneficial to have an ally or two on the other side of the mirrors.]


... Is there something behind here that we're not supposed to see?

[That is, since all these Mirrors were supposedly stealing keys. After a few moments though, he moved his lips, barely whispering, though it didn't seem like he was talking to himself.]
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 )
hamburellakind: (Justice)
[personal profile] hamburellakind
so dying still sucks.
shock! awe! nobody is surprised!
anyway, i was thinking about how bad this particular death sucked and i remembered we hadn't done a hey how many times have you died survey in a while.
and i'm kind of curious if anybody is close to five since.
i think i'm on...three.
which is like shit
a lot.
i mean, not even counting all the times i've died back home which.
uh.
well let's not get into that.
so how many deaths are you guys on?

video.

Dec. 12th, 2012 08:19 pm
pierrotlafraude: (realized how stupid that sounded.)
[personal profile] pierrotlafraude
[The video feed is activated! . . . to the image of someone tapping at the camera a few times with his finger before pulling back, looking perplexed.]

Oh wow, is this thing really on? Geez, you guys must be really high tech here! Hey, stop me if you've heard this one before, buuuut I think I'm kind of lost. Er, make that really lost, because the last place I was at definitely wasn't some techno-fantasy mansion place. I mean, not that I'm knocking that sort of thing. This place is pretty cool! I wouldn't mind having a thing like this for my own; it could be fun.

— yikes, I'm really getting side-tracked here! So, uh. Would anyone mind helping a guy out and steering me in the right direction? Ahaha . . .

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Nov. 27th, 2012 10:33 am
last_liar: (We got all worked up)
[personal profile] last_liar
[Note: This post is backdated to day 3 of the event SORRY KOJI I KNOW YOU HATE BACKDATING SOMETHING CAME UP :D;.]


[Yuu turns on the video, looking, for once, more or less happy, though kind of tired. The scene behind him is like a three-dimensional level from an early Mario Bros game, all blocky and bright colored. Several knee-high gumba-looking creatures are shuffling around in his vicinity, but he just nudges them away gently if they bump into him.]

I don't know if anyone else's um...lands? turned out to be good or bad, but mine's pretty fun. The event will probably end soon, but if anyone wants to come hang out in here, you're welcome to.

[He scratches his head sheepishly, showing a small burn on his wrist.]

Just be careful of dragons guarding bridges, okay?
jivitadana: (> ♪ Comodamente...)
[personal profile] jivitadana
[The mysterious doors that appeared during Halloween still hadn't disappeared. They had to be there for a reason. Whenever Minato saw one, he took a photograph of it with his digital camera. Perhaps there was some kind of pattern to all of them, even if they all looked different and unrelated.

Therefore he wasn't entirely surprised to see one particular door somewhere on the Tenth Floor. It was gold with three pairs of eyes darting about and entangled in barbed wire.

He gazed at it for a while before deciding to sit down across the hall from it. He could look at it from here since he never really did get a good look at it before. No point in trying to open it when it wasn't supposed to be opened in the first place. It was probably locked like the other doors were too.

At some point Minato dozed off while sitting there in the hallway. But feel free to catch him before he does take a nap.]

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