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[Wolfram is stony-faced and looking none too pleased. His arms are crossed firmly over his chest and he has the air of someone who is used to answers when he demands them. Of course he has been given answers, but, really, how could those have been in the least satisfactory?]

I can only assume some form of human magic... [He says the last two words as if they are the worst things in the world. And, to him, they probably are. Oh elitism.] imprisoned me here, though I do not recall losing consciousness.

[Here, he finally looks uncomfortable. Blinking his all too feminine emerald green eyes, Wolfram sighs shallowly.]

I want to know what became of my fiancé and his... [What was Conrad again? Oh yes.] manservant.

[Damn, what names were they using? He hadn't been listening. Probably due to the overwhelming nausea. All bodies of water are clearly evil.]

My fiancé has brown hair, brown eyes and he is incredibly good looking. [Isn't he lucky?] If I have been brought here then I see no reason why he wouldn't be here as well.

[Logic...fails in Wolfram's world sometimes. Even unconscious, he believes he would somehow cling to Yuuri. Honestly...

He probably would.]

punches

[ When the screen comes to life it doesn't show a face or anything of the sort. Instead, there's a pair of feet with the remnants of green nail polish along the toes, surrounded by papers everywhere. Papers with various scratches on them litter the floor of a common apartment, notes taken in a hurry of the area and of the people she's seen in passing. Not that the owner of these feet have interacted with them, no, these are definitely the notes of being watched in silence. Maybe one of them is a bit too recognizable for one's liking, but there's not much time to read before the scene abruptly changes. The blur is quick and then suddenly there's a girl with an irritated expression on her face. Holding her hair back is a significant band and while it's a risk to be seen with it, there's a brave disposition in showing it so freely. Well, to her at least. For those who are unaware, it's just another accessory for a girl's hair. ]

So there's no button to just turn it on, no, it just decides when it wants to start recording. [ Clearly a novice, but a quick thinking one as it didn't take her long to realize it's working. ] That's how it is, huh? Telling me I'm the type that will probably need a second communicator because I'll shatter my first one. [ Twitch. Twitch. ] Turns out this thing is pretty resilient. I'm grateful, really. I don't need seven more years of bad luck.

[ The angle of the view changes as she seemingly balances the communication device on her knees, staring down at it with a curious look. After spending a few days here, the darkened proof of exhaustion has just about left her face, but etched in her expression is concern, almost as though she's worried about something unspoken. Her thoughts are never brought up thought as she waves her right hand as a nervous gesture, trying to lighten up the mood with a half-hearted smile. ]

Sorry, sorry. It's common procedure for those who are new to introduce themselves, right? [ Although she suspects that she's not alone here, hence why she chose to wear the protector. ] My name is Sakura Haruno. Now that that's out of the way, I have to ask a question.

[ With as serious of an expression one can muster when asking a ridiculous question: ] Is there a reason for the toys of Kakashi-sensei?

cheery_thief

[The screen initially shows only a blue sky.]

...okay, I pressed power...video...OH!

[Matthew realizes he accomplished turning the video recorder on. He faces it toward himself and he flashes a grin.]

Good day to all citizens of the Death City of the kingdom of Nevada! ( First log )

a_royal_flush

[It's a little later in the day when he accesses the network. Yuuri's looking a little run off his feet, but that doesn't stop himself from smiling at the camera.]

I hope that everyone made a lot of progress at training this morning. It's always so good to see everyone so full of life and putting in so much hard work. It's great! I know there were a few new Weapons that I helped out today, and if they or anyone else have any questions, feel free to contact me or drop by the clinic at any time.

[The mention of the clinic has his smile fading a little before he sighs more to himself.]

There is some bad news though. It seems that Naomi was taken home today. She did a great job here at the clinic and with helping out in the city. She was the one who had been in charge of the clinic, but with her gone, there isn't anyone else.

I mean I will temporarily keep it running, but I'm not a doctor and I've only been helping out here for about four months. [Sorry Sara, yes that means that Yuuri's not going to be home as much T3T] Aaaa so while I can take care of most type of wounds and injuries, any major surgeries will have to go to the hospital until there are a few more skilled people here.

Is there anyone here who's a doctor, healer, or a medic in their world that might be interested in helping me out?

Oh! [He pauses and leans in closer to regard the screen.] I was thinking of holding a one-day workshop here at the clinic on the 9th. We'll learn things like how to assess and properly treat wounds, how to properly suture deep cuts, and lots of other things as well. It doesn't matter how much or little you know! We all have to start somewhere, right?

If anyone's interested in doing that, I'll be more than happy to set it up!

legend_waitforit_dary

Why hello, everyone. Now that I’ve come to the realization that I have not, in fact, been kidnapped by the Chinese, I think it’s time for a proper introduction.

I am Barney Stinson. Some have called me great. Others? Mighty. Noble. Dignified. Virile. Humble, because I will so willingly drop to my knees in the presence of true physical perfection.

Speaking of which... upon arriving, I haven’t turned a blind eye to how many perfect female forms exist in Life City! I’m calling it Life City because I’m here now, because I am the life of the party, and nothing kills a boner like a pile of actual bones. Not to mention all this sand. That stuff chafes, if you know what I mean.

That being said.... ladies. If you do happen to be mourning or missing someone, let’s meet at the Bitch’s Brew tonight at 8:00. I’ll listen to anything that might come out of your mouth... and maybe later on, I’ll put something of my own in it. High five!

In the meantime, can some sophisticated bro tell me where I can get a rush-job on a tailored, high-quality suit? That is priority numero uno. Because I arrived dressed as a very awesome robot, but I'm not wearing that to the bar tonight unless someone can guarantee that a hot tinfoil fetishist is going to be there.

hairsparkles

[ The feed flickers to life with only the sight of a hat. For those who may have met Dawn when she was in Death City before, this might look familiar. Or maybe it doesn't. Either way, there's some small giggling before the camera backs up a little, revealing a blue haired girl in a teeny skirt. ]

Oops.

Sorry about that, everyone! I didn't mean to have the camera up so close...

[ After scratching the back of her head nervously, she gives her best serious face. ]

Anyway. I've been here before, and it seems that the BREW brought me back in. It sure has been a while! Though I wish it didn't bring me in the middle of a sandstorm!

[ But then she realizes that there's something really important she has to ask. Clasping her hands together in some sort of prayer, she puts her own wishes and hopes on several of her questions. ]

Um... I was wondering if anyone here knew Ash or Brock? I don't know if they're still here, but if you know them, and they're still here, could you tell them I'm here? It's really important! They're my friends, and even though time supposedly doesn't pass at home, I don't know if they're here. For all I know, they could have already left!

... Oh, right! My name is Dawn, and I'm a meister! I'm pretty sure I'm a meister since that's what I was last time. So if anyone needs a meister, you can definitely count on me!

blue_wayfinder

[Aqua was sitting by a window, with her knees draw up and the communicator balanced on top. She leaned back against the wall, posture relaxed.]

I've been wondering, does anyone come from a world with magic? If so, would you mind telling me a little about it?

[She reaches out a hand to steady the communicator when it slides a little to the left before righting it again.]

I specialized in magic back home, so I'm curious about what kinds of magic exists in other worlds.

[ private to Clover ]

I found a copy of the Grimm's Fairy Tales in the library. [She smiled.] I really enjoyed it; thank you for recommending it to me.

attentionwenches

At least the inhabitants of this realm are sensible. I've been telling Thor for years that magic mirrors are portable and convenient methods of communication, but he would always laugh me off and said that if he wished to speak with someone so badly, he would go see them in person.

Though I must admit, being able to address so many people with one mirror is a novelty.

Ahem. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Loki Odinson of Asgard. Prince of Asgard, actually, though not the crown prince. That would be my brother, Thor.

[...sigh]

That probably means nothing to most of you, does it? Oh, well. I shall have to learn to live with it, just as I shall have to learn to live without my magic.

Which brings me to the second task at hand. I can't get any of my spells to work, but I've clearly seen magic done since my arrival. Can the magic native to this land be learned? And if so...

[A bright, excited smile.]

...will you teach me?

diagnosed

[The mirror flashes on as something hits the ground. And when it's finally able to be shown, there are a pair of brass boxing gloves, with very hard knuckles on it. It's definitely a weapon, but who?

...And if you happen to recognize the snark that's about to come out, then you'll know who it is.]

Remember when I said I loved this place?

I've changed my mind.

shiromadoushi

I think Vash was sent back. I haven't seen him since Friday night, and his things are gone.

Current Mood: blank

mangekyou

[ Itachi has only been back for one day. while he only came across a handful of people he knew when he was under the influence of the witches machine, he still felt uncomfortable speaking with anyone. but after one night in the clinic, coming home to an empty apartment was too much.

he only has a couple words to say. ]

My brother is gone. [ his voice sounds heavy, but is otherwise emotionless. ] So is Naruto.

[ and then the feed is cut off. ]

snipingyourfail

[The feed opens to show Azusa standing somewhere... chaotic. Somewhere in Shibusen, actually, a wide corridor--there are technicians running around and students clustered together in small groups. She's snapping out orders with an outstretched finger, yelling for security around the borders of the city to be beefed up, telling the students to behave or else. And then she raises the communicator and speaks directly into the feed.]

It's the water. Death City's entire water supply has been compromised, very likely with black blood, or a more diluted form than what we've seen in Europe--

[There's a crazed yell as one of the students behind her suddenly breaks free from his group and charges at her back, an arm cocked and changing into a partial blade form. Azusa doesn't even hesitate; she pivots on a foot and catches him full in the chest with a roundhouse. The feed is jerked crazily from side to side, and for a moment all it shows is the tiled floor. There's a groan from off-screen, and then Azusa's voice, tight and exasperated:]

--still sore about that F I gave you the other day, are you? Control yourself! This can be resisted through strength of will!

[She brings the feed back into focus. Her stern expression is the same, but most of the students behind her look visibly calmer, or at least, more intimidated by her at the moment to mind the effects of the black blood they'd unknowingly ingested.]

Unbelievable. The entire city--

[And here's Spirit Albarn, running toward the group with a mobile phone in each hand, face panicky as usual. His hair seems to be singed. Ran into a chef with a blowtorch, actually.]

I called them! The water guys are fixing it now. Vegas is sending us water in bottles-- Whoa! [He sidesteps the student Azusa had kicked down, hopping as he keeps his balance.]

It won't make the madness go away immediately, but it should be gone in a week or so. Tzar said he's sending us agents with Calming Wavelength. We need to figure out where it came from, though.

[And the next thing you'll hear is a very, very loud slurp from somewhere beyond the screen. Stein eventually wanders in after Spirit, turning the crank driven through one side of his head with one hand, and sipping milk from a small carton with another. He looks around once, and, upon noticing the student on the floor, immediately crouches down.]

Hou...

[Squatting down, squatting down. Peering at the kid. Slurping from his milk carton.]

I'm home for barely a week and strange things happen. [He does not sound bothered at all. La la la, digging into the pocket of his lab coat. He might not be looking for a ballpen.] Let's get things under control before we look around first. In the meantime...

[Aha. Here it is: his scalpel. Yes, he's eyeing that student.]

Stop drinking from the water supply. We need to start purging the black blood from your bodies. [The corner of Azusa's right eye twitches in annoyance - an involuntary tick. She whirls around once again, and this time, smacks the back of Stein's head--the hand holding the scalpel is hovering over the unconscious student, and his companions are all looking on in petrified horror.] AND STOP DOING THAT!!

[ooc: Plain black is Azusa, red is for Spirit, and purple is for Stein.]

ih8spiders

[The feed comes on to show... fabric. The seam of a pants leg, the owner of this communicator holding it limply at his side. After another moment the view moves up and captures Kurapika's face at a low angle and from the right. He's staring at something, like a spot on the floor. An empty spot on the floor of his flat.]

Kuroro's gone.

[He waited the whole day to make sure that this wasn't his partner doing something stupid again before deciding that waiting any longer would be pointless. He'd wait another couple of days to eliminate all other possibilities, but he knows that this isn't one of those one-day things, not with Kuroro spirited away during the night and all of his personal belongings gone. He has a feeling that this won't be a two or a three-day thing, either.

Kurapika looks calm enough, face deliberately wiped blank, but his blond hair has been cut short recently and there's no hiding his eyes, which are now a dull, dark red, like the color of murky wine. A more spectacular display of his temper is in order, naturally, considering what he thinks this means for him in the long run, but the only thing that comes next is this bewildered, almost disconsolate mutter:]

He took the couch with him, the bastard.

only7percent

For those who knew him. Dr. John Watson has been returned home.

unfinishedstory

*Camera comes on well before anything is set-up for it, even in the darkened room you can tell someone is fumbling the camera into place. When Clare actually turns the lamp on so you can see... she does not look well. Not sick, just... whatever's going on she's freaked out in a way she hasn't been in Death City. And she has definitely been crying recently.*

I- I was home. I was home for five months! But- it hasn't been.

Was it a dream? But it couldn't be cause I'm physically older, so it had to be real. But I didn't have my scar there and I have it now, and- Where was I yesterday? Why did it all feel so real?

Maybe it finally happened, everything here has finally gotten to me.

Could someone please tell me what happened. Why does this place keep making things worse... *And in a much smaller voice, just before she cuts off the video* But it isn't like I want to go home...

lavenderglasses

[the king made sure to get a decent explanation of how to use the communicator before leaving shibusen, so at least there won't be any accidental recordings this time around. he's still not too sure on how to use most of the thing's functions, but he was shown how to make a post with the video, and how to look at other entries. scanning through the network now that he'd had some time to himself, it looked like it was mostly being used, at the moment, for introductions and questions and seeking out friends.

so when he gets the feed started after a few moments of fumbling with the unfamiliar controls, the video displays a very pretty blonde of questionable gender, sitting in one of the apartments in casualty communal if the background is anything to go by. he eyes the device through purple-tinted glasses for a moment, unsure if it's actually recording like it's meant to, before smiling sweetly. politeness and smiles are usually best for first impressions.]

I'm...assuming this thing is working as it's meant to? [his tone is hesitant, and his voice leans more towards "male" for anyone who was still confused.] My name is Saralegui. There's nothing like this where I come from, so please forgive me if I'm doing this wrong somehow...I was told that I'm a Meister, back on that little tour they gave us all upon arriving. If there's anyone that wouldn't mind explaining that a bit more thoroughly, I'd appreciate it.

[it's a conscious decision to leave his title out of that little introduction -- there's a great deal that can be done better without the attention that comes with his status, so if no one knows for the moment, that's good. and if the explanation for all this really is bullshit and the people running all this know more than they're letting on, then they probably know already and there's no point to saying it.

for now, there's only one other thing that's important enough to mention.]

Belias, if you're here, then come out of hiding already. [he doesn't like the idea that his bodyguard might not be here, so here's hoping for the best.] And...Yuuri, if you're here, then that would be a comfort as well.

[he pauses for a moment, like he's about to add another name to that list, but frowns and stops himself. no, he is not going to call out his mother. that would just be all sorts of awkward and if she was here, then he'd sort of prefer that she just stay quiet and avoid him as well as possible. with nothing else to add, he offers another smile and ends the feed like he was shown.]

pmsgargoyle

[Soft female voice. If she didn’t sound so amused, it’d be easy to tell she is incredibly pissed due to the current circumstances]

Do tell me, are you actually helping this world and its war? I am sure all of you are dying [she loves to use this word when addressing to humans] to go back to your little homes, however, it’s no where in the contract saying you’ll be returned once the war is over and won. It’s a promise, yes, but promises can be broken so easily, can they not?

Are we supposed to believe them? To trust them? [Demona doesn’t laugh, however she hums]

Hm~ tell me more about your war and the Witches.

snatching

[The communicator is upside down. Then rightside up. Then upside down. The blonde teen on the other end turns it the right way again, putting it close to her face, and then finally, holding it at a reasonable distance and angle. She stares at it for a few moments, and then tilts her head back with a giant laugh. She speaks with a thick Australian accent, despite the fact that Australia doesn't...exist, in her world. Go figure.]

This thing is great! I can really talk to everyone through this? Wish I had one a these buggers in me other world, I bet some rich ole coot would pay a bunch for it!

Anyway. I ain't new to this whole alternate dimensions thing. But I gotta say, this one seems pretty damn nice. And I ain't sayin' that cuz I'm a brown noser, either, you guys went and hooked us up. Free place, free food, ya don't have to jump through any hoops or rip off anyone or nothing. Back in me own world ya don't get shit for free, unless ya got sticky fingers.

I was kinda in the middle a somethin' when ya brought me here. The weird thing is, I don't remember what I was doin. That beer machine mighta knocked me out, messed with me head. Someone stuck somethin' through me, though.

[And she moves the camera towards her stomach. Since she doesn't really wear real clothes, you can see the bandages.]

Looks like somebody was trying to do me in. Nobody's gonna kill The Great Kid, so quit wastin' yer time!

Ah, yeah, before I go. What's the best way to make some money around here? None of that "ya gotta show up all day, every day" business, I'm lookin' for somethin' good.

a_royal_flush

[ooc: this is set later in the day, a good five or so hours after he's released the message that Saralegui returned back home. And yes, Yuuri did mess up filtering this post, so it's free game!]

[The video feed clicks on to show Yuuri's reddened face. It looks as though there's a shop in the background, the colour of his cheeks almost matched the paint inside the store as Yuuri so very obviously tiptoed out of the store.]

I-I need some help, if there's someone who's happy to do that.

M...my friend doesn't know anything about--- aaah--- [The colour of his face begins deepen to a dark shade of red, but he soldiers on regardless.] that is to say---her world doesn't have--- u-undergarments.

[It's obvious that he's completley out of his element here, and so not comfortable with this at all, but he's trying his best to be helpful!] The ladies seem to be busy-- [And he's too embarrassed to step too far into the lingerie store to ask for help.] --and Teresa ~~[Yuuri]~~ doesn't want to wait.

[In the background, a tall blonde woman holds up a pink lacy bra by the straps, staring at it like the bra might be a diabolical contraption. She holds it up in comparison to the nearby manniquin then up to herself. She turns it around then upside down and then presses it to her chest again.]

Is it supposed to be this small? [She then promptly abandons the bra on the table and wanders off screen.] Is 'B' significant?

[The screen fumbles in Yuuri's grasp as he flailed at Teresa's words behid. Scrambling to the shop front next to the lingerie store, he's fighting a losing battle against his blush as he tried to regain composure of himself.] Aaahahah.... so... I-I'm not sure if anyone has any advice or anything at all? I would appreciate it more than you'd ever know!

[ooc: Shibuya Yuuri and Teresa]

a_royal_flush

[The video feed flicks on to show Yuuri's face. His expression is tight, and it is pinched into a strained smile. He's in his apartment on the couch, the large room seemingly empty for now as he tried to keep his smile in place. Now wasn't the time to be sad, even if he felt like it within.]

[It takes him a moment, and his first attempt to say something falters before he shook his head and tried to talk again. Obviously this is a difficult topic for him, and one he's trying not to get too emotional over.]

Sara--- aaah... it looks Saralegui's gone home. [He attempts to smile here, but the conversation is making it difficult to keep his emotions at bay. So instead of saying anything else, Yuuri disconnected the feed.]

[Private text to Watson]

Sorry it's so last minute, and if you really need me I'll come right away, but I think I might take the day off if you don't mind?

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