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[The video opens with a view across a large, modern kitchen table; at the end sits Zatanna, accompanied by coffee and a plate of partially eaten Brioche.]

Good morning, Death City. [Her smile is light and airy and her voice a touch raspy. She has been up for some time, but she's still adjusting to the day.] I've thought about this for a while and I feel it would be wise to implement a non-combative or investigative group for those that, for whatever reason, cannot aid the war effort in those ways. So I figured -- [She lifts up her cup and takes a sip, softly clearing her throat when she swallows.] -- I could be of some use with that.

As of right now, this is not endorsed by Shibusen, but I'd like to put together a Beautification Committee. Well, less beautification and more about functionality. Some of you may recall, a while back we were cut off from the food supply. To avoid that happening again, I can teach you all how to garden, how to can fruits and vegetables, and how to make practical salves and ointments without the use of magic or other abilities. Basically, a community garden and some classes.

[She picks at the remainder of the bread.] So, who's in?

[OOC: Please see this post for details! I'm busy over the next week, but I'll post an open log after that and link it in the OOC!]

want_the_world

More new people. Much sooner than usual. My joy is boundless. Seriously, I can hardly contain it, can't you tell.

Read this.

[He links this text document.]

And try not to embarrass yourselves too much in public.

withinsights

Pretty lively for a place called Death City. Can't say it inspires my confidence any but I guess it has a decent ring to it.

Keep hearing about this thing called B.R.E.W as some kinda interdimensional device. Dont suppose anyone has anymore info on it cause it sounds a bit like something else I know and that didnt go over so well.

PS If you want me to hit something, Im gonna need my bow and arrows back cause Im not quite sold on the Weapon transforming thing. Thanks

legend_waitforit_dary

Good evening, Death City. I trust you've been well.

I am a Single White Male seeking a Sexy Weapon Female, in case the abbreviations weren't clear. I'm a Meister, obviously, and apparently my ability is Soul Dazzle.

What else could it have been, right?

Contact me if you'd like to knock resonances... or anything else.

followthetwine

[It's only a week late, but it's better than never, right? Right? Oh dear, hopefully someone didn't just...say that to her without meaning it. Because she totally took it at face value.

Also, she's been having issues with getting lost. Yep. No biggie there, happens all the time. Somehow, she's managed to find herself in a tree in the park. Because, you see, there's a very interesting story to go to that, but first...]

It almost reminds me of home, in a way. Well, Sundermount and Kirkwall, I suppose. Except with barking dogs! That I haven't heard in so long, really. When they're not trying to attack me. It's really nice. And cleaner, too! [And sunnier..and quieter. People haven't been barking at her either. Not yet at least.]

It's just Death City isn't a very nice name. It's so...dismal. If we named it something happy, maybe people would stay here longer. Or be happier about it. Death City just doesn't seem to inspire much confidence. [But wait--that's not entirely what she meant!] Not that it's really needed or anything, just something to think about.

[She kind of lowers the communicator, laughing nervously.]

Sorry. I ramble when I get nervous. I don't mean to, it just happens. I'll just...stop talking now. Yes.

[She fumbles with the communicator as she hasn't quite learned how to turn it off yet. There's a small, "Oops," as really the only thing seen is the ground rushing to meet the screen before it turns off.]

want_the_world

[The video shows not the sender's face, but a puppy, most of a black-clad leg, and a bare foot with the remnants of black polish on the toenails. The puppy's growling and tugging at the jagged hem of the leather pants, as if they're a threat that must be neutralized.]

Who the hell does this belong to?

[Mello tries to pull his leg away, but the puppy seems to see this as escalation of the game, and gives a little bark before seizing the leather again.]

Hey! These were expensive, you little fucker!

[The picture goes dark as the communicator lands on the floor.]

ioudas

(if you happen to stay with cross and zatanna, or just happen to be around the area there is a wafting of so many delicious treats. also the sounds of cleaning. so much cleaning.)

there are a variety of pastries at death city heights, first floor unit 2. my famous rum scones, two cakes: chocolate and vanilla and a pastry/cake/sweet replica of the taj mahal.

i hate myself so much for making these that i just want them gone. don't ask why they have been made or why the abundance. come in, take them, leave.

(come on in, he's looking adorable in an apron, his hair up and decorating cakes like this or even lying on the ground looking up that ceiling cursing his life out for becoming like this. mental blocks are the worst; curse you einstein for this idea. )

clowned

[ hello, Death City. it's been awhile since Allen has used the feed for anything ~~apart from his not!parents embarrassing him~~, but he's had this question on his mind since he learned eating souls was a Real Thing here. ]

Has anyone heard of other ways of growing stronger here? I'm interested in finding out if there are, or else looking myself.

[ while he has no problem resonating, or going on missions, he still refuses to eat souls. that's his only question, though, so he goes to turn the feed off before remembering-- ]

I notice BREW brought some more people in a couple days ago. I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself sooner; I'm Allen Walker. I hope you get settled in as best you can. [ because he understands if you can't. he gives a smile anyway and then the video is cut. ]

ioudas

Apparently this guy Einstein was a great thinker and when he had blocks, apparently he'd do or think something else. So, where we go:

1.) Would getting a holster for your partner when you're in weapon form be too forward or not forward enough? Strapped in leather and close to her hip isn't that forward is it? Or is the most awkward thing about all of this the fact that there is no grammatically correct way to phrase that sentence?

2.) Give me names for a group of people doing science for the greater good or something. So far Cross' minions is actually starting to sound good.

Lets go, I'm not going to outthink this problem without your help or whatever.

(ooc: If you want more information about the science people things and if your character wants to join and if you guys would please fill out the proposal spreadsheet, I'd really appreciate it! Thank you in advance! )

fleet

[ Lenalee has kept herself as polished as the mirror she's now drumming neat nails on, but the spit and shine doesn't quite hide the tired shadows in her eyes or the imprints of teeth on her lip. ]

Don't paint me ungrateful for this, but I don't care for this place's wars.

[ she had meant for the message to be bait (if Kanda is here then it's perfectly feasible that this BREW thing had russled up the rest of them - they are warriors after all) but she's lost so many things already that it can't hurt to lose her train of thought as well ]

The fresh linen and the food and the promises don't balance out blood loss, and the storm gets in my eyes and makes me tired. It's all at the wrong time, though I can't think of a right time, and I. I have people. [ her eyes crease, flicker and the feed ends ]

legend_waitforit_dary

Welcome back to Barney's legendary blog. I know that my devoted readers have been just dying to see how I've fared over the last 24 hours, and I'll be glad to fill everybody in. Especially the ladies... high five!

1. My Suit

Yesterday while the sandstorm was being lame and I had nothing better to do, I did a favor for a lover of spandex and wrote a touching story. My mysterious and likely extremely hot benefactor came through for me in a major way, donating money for a suit. It took all morning in fittings and price-negotiating, but I finally have my suit! Suits are like Doritos or women, though... you can't have just one. Basic black is necessary, but so is pinstripe, two shades of grey, navy blue, and then doubles just in case something, heaven forbid, happens to one of your well-fitting friends. And then the fun suits, like white or diamond-encrusted, and so on and so forth. Obviously, to fund these suits, I need more money. Which means I need a job. No problem, I'm used to having a job and I'm actually happier living a luxurious lifestyle. Which brings me to...

2. My Crappy "Apartment"

Seriously, Death City? Seriously? This is no kind of bachelor pad. Casualty Communal is a cute name, and all, but you might as well call it "Casual, Sweatpants Broke-Ass Community Living Center for Sad Losers." I can't continue living here. I can't take a woman back to this place. But the computer came in handy. So I spent this afternoon making and editing a video resume with the camera on my communicator, some awesome stock footage, and my apartment's computer, which brings me to...

3. My Legend...wait for it...dary! My LEGENDARY Video Resume!

Potential employers of Death City. I want you all to pay close attention to your next star employee. He possesses the qualities of a leader, the mindset of a team player, and sickening amounts honesty, integrity, and perseverance!

ioudas

(this is meant to be broadcast, because cross is actually unveiling a prototype for the sentries that he wants to build. but it's mostly Allen learning from years of experience with his master when he comes down to see him.)

Master..? ( he sounds weary, but you would too if you’ve known Cross as long as he has. ) Is this really as important as you said it was?

(there are a few of these steampunked babies sitting on cross' lab table, about four or so. they wake up and start talking in their autotuned sing-song voice.)

Hello, Allen Walker!

Never mind, I’ll come back later.

(too late, they're opening their sides and there are lasers pointed right towards him.)

Er—hello?

(it's almost too late -- before they start moving like pipe organs would (think of the first part of this on loop) of Mozart's Requiem and the sound of cross laughing his ass off.)

You should have seen your stupid face.

(he's tearing up, wiping tears from his one good eye with the corner of his white labcoat before standing in front of the recording.)

There wasn’t anything funny about that!!

Y'know if I could get more space and access to actual volunteers, I wouldn't make you go through this.

(then, it dawns on allen. he's being taped on purpose. he's being taped on purpose and this is broadcasting and cross just made an example out of him. he's been used for emotional blackmail.)

Master, you're terrible. Absolutely terrible.

Keep talking Allen, maybe next time there will be actual bullets and I'll train them to hunt you.

(cross cuts the feed off)

(ooc; bold is allen and italics is cross!)

portalist

[The feed starts rolling to reveal Yugo and Haruka outside Casualty Communal. The boy's practically bouncing up and down with excitement.]

Hey, everyone!! We've got a super cool idea that we want to share with you all! Tell them, Haruka!

[Haruka's sitting on a bench near Yugo, crutches out of sight of the camera. She's a little more restrained, but her voice is filled to the brim with enthusiasm.]

Death City! Currently, you have a wonderful resource that is going untapped! That resource... is stories!

There are hundreds of us here with hundreds of stories to us each, and yet - where are the story parties? Well, we're going to hold one. You can't let so many of your wonderful stories go unshared!

[She nods at Yugo.]

It'll be tomorrow at noon in front of Casualty Communal! Everyone should come! We'll have food and everything too!

It's just what we need right now! A pick-me-up for our spirits!

So bring all your best stories, Death City! The more the merrier!

See you there! [She punctuates the statement with a small, cheerful wave.]

hexappeal

[The post opens inside of some swank hipster store in the mall, with ZATANNA outside of the dressing rooms, looking a little impatient.] Come on out! I'm sure you look wonderful!

[ and from inside the dressing room all that can be heard is the muffle of ALLEN'S voice; ] You’re filming this, aren’t you? I’m going to stay in here.

[Zee shrugs.] Oh, well. I guess I'll just have to go get pretzels and a smoothie myself.

[ a pause while Allen seriously deliberates on his priorites—but then, why can’t he have both? ] Can you bring them over here?

I will, but you have to come out to eat it.

[ deadpan ] No.

[With a frown, she leaves and comes back with enough for the both of them and stands right outside of the door so he can smell the pretzels.]

[ smell... the pretzels. he pokes his head out the tiniest bit, turning in the direction of the food. ]

[Zee shakes the pretzel in one hand and the smoothie in the other. Come to deliciousness...]

[ and without thinking anymore Allen makes his way carefully (read: flies) out of the fitting room, going right for the food without thinking. ]

[He is wearing a red and white-striped t-shirt and a pair of short black shorts with neon-colored, geometric shapes all over them.] Oh, you look fantastic, Allen! I knew these were perfect for you!

[ he feels like he will care about this in a moment, but he needs to finish this food first. ]

[While he's busy eating, Zatanna pulls out a neon green fannypack and loops it around his waist before coming around to look at her handiwork again, admiring the clothing as if he's the best dressed in all of Death City.] Doesn't he look great, everyone?

[ and with the last bite of pretzel gone (this whole thing took about 45 seconds, Allen suddenly realizes what's going on. ] What are you doing?! This isn't what I meant when I said I needed help finding new clothes. [ -- and turns to make his way back behind the curtain without another word. ]

[Zatanna doesn't seem to understand why he's so embarrassed and comes back to the door, knocking on it several times before the feed finally ends.]

ioudas

Seems now a good a time as any considering that when we're not bombarded with hallucinogens we have a serial killer on the loose. As fun as Jack the Ripper was, this is kind of old and for some odd reason people seem not to question why we don't ever leave the city except for missions, we're stuck dealing with it.

What if I told you that there could be a way for us to autonomously deal with threats that happened here in Death City? What if we could gather a bunch of people who wanted to share information from their home worlds, whether they be scientists, engineers or those who don't want to put in the effort when something like this happens (I wonder if you can guess which one I am).

What I mean is this: what if there was a collaborative environment where people who wanted to share knowledge could work on furthering the goal of protecting people during an invasion as we've seen previously. What if we could have sentries posted on the outskirts of the city that could not only inform us when there was an invasion coming but also protect us from covert operations? This organization would not have a head like the Watch, because lets be honest I am not going to go through all the effort that Roy does.

I want to know what thinkers we have here and if they want to join. Some of you were told to contact me but sadly some more pressing matters took precedence. This is an opportunity for those who do want to contribute but haven't been blessed with battle prowness and intellect like me. If you want to build and you can build, join. If you want to work on antitoxins, join.

I, for one are absolutely tired of the Witches coming to us. It's time that we go on the offense and finally end this stupid war because really, it's getting to be a real inconvenience in my love life.

This is the best way to get a hold of me if you want to join. Once again, it's open to everyone and I encourage people to contact me over it (a shocker, I know but this is how much I just want to be able to nap without something happening).

Oh, before I forget: Allen Walker, a word.

(ooc: more information! also feel free to name it something better than the science watch- in fact, please do.)

nopunintendid

[ Well. After attempting to ignore his new surroundings in the vain hope that whatever cosmic deity had caused this thing would give up and let him go, Junpei is forced to admit defeat. Denial is not the solution here.

Which is why he's finally decided to acknowledge the reality of his situation by trying to reach out to the others. The feed itself starts out with a resigned sigh and a shake of the head, before he speaks. ]

Still not sure if I believe all of this -- hell, I thought I'd seen some crazy stuff before, and that has nothing on this -- but I guess it's not going to go away even if I don't.

So, uh. I'm Junpei, and since everyone else seems to be specifying, I'm a Meister or whatever. [ Shrug. He is....still not 100% sure what that means, but the whole 'soul x-ray' thing was a little more distracting at the time. ]

I'm not big on fighting, but....I'll do what I have to to keep everyone safe. I mean, we're all in this together or something, you know? So I'll help.

[ A pause. He scratches the back of his head awkwardly, as if searching for words. ] ....Uh. Not sure what else to say, so...see you around, I guess.

quibbling

[While she's not doing anything to celebrate the holiday, Luna is nonetheless dressed festively, in a rather fluffy pink sweater with the arms rolled up. Her mood is somber, though... or maybe she's just frowning slightly and not blinking quite enough.]

I'd be worried about the chocolates, if I were you. Since candy is one of the most delicious substances in the world [after pudding, of course] it's almost one of the most dangerous. It's simply too tempting for many to avoid eating.

Logically, they must be from Shibusen -- who else would utilize a mass distribution to the people they brought here? And from seeing what's happening around the city...

[She's got this shit all figured out, don't you worry.]

They must be charmed to impact our prowess on the battlefield. Soon, we'll be fighting Witches with hugs.

If you've already had some, keep an eye out for sparks coming out of unusual places in your body. That will be the next effect.

strawhatreporter

[This communication system might not beat an in-person interview, but Carl can already see that it can take out much of the legwork of research.]

Good afternoon, Death City. I'm Carl Kolchak, reporter. Currently freelance, I suppose.

Now then, I had some questions about the organizations which run this city. First of all, Shibusen. I did a little research in the library, but I was a little confused by what I found on the previous Shinigamis. I found a death date for the previous Shinigami, but no birth or death date for any Shinigami before him. Unless he lived for hundreds of years, I think some information is missing.

Second, what is the Kuzonoha Agency? And who are they watching with their surveillance system? Are they searching for spies, or does their concern lie with the city's accidental immigrants?

Finally, the Watch. How well have they performed their duties? I understand that their leader, Roy Mustang, is a guest. How do the locals in the city feel about a guest having so much influence?

brutalityfetish

[So the video system switched on to show a six foot 9 inch, 277 pound man sitting down and mumbling something unintelligible. He finally just ended up glaring at the device in his hand.]

So let me get this straight? I get my ass dragged here to fight in somebody else's war when that same shit already happened to me in my own world?

[The pissy look he had on his face changed to that of amusement. If anything, speaking with somebody else using this piece of shit made him realize this place might not end up so bad...even if this was some twisted irony to being forced into doing anything against his will.]

...Interesting. So be it! This place wants my help then maybe I'll lend a hand! If they want those things killed then so be it. I'll make a game out of this! I'm not about to partner up with any of you hesitating assholes out there though. I'll kill you myself if you get in my way.

[No joke :|]

erostripperella

[See Stripp, sitting like a proper lady, with a dry Martini in her hand. She is sitting on a couch inside a darkish-red room – yes, that is a private room at the Strip Club, where she works. But this time, she isn't the one working.] You know, guys, I think Cross would be an amazing stripper.

[She turns the communicator to show them what she means. There is a pole and hanging upside down on, there is Cross, making moves with scientific precision.] It was exactly as I suspected it was.

[y e p]

Wait wait, let me give you something! [Stripp grabs some money and gets closer to put it on his waist, laughing. She turns to the communicator again, winking] See? Nice~

[ y e p ]

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Entries tagged with zatanna zatara

video ☆ march 14th, late morning.

[15 // text // 13 March]

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March 12th: SWM Seeking SWF [Text]

March 10 | Video

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(MARCH 9th ; TEXT & ACTION AVAILABLE)

( three ) video; march 9th; afternoon

(voice. march 4th.)

2nd March [video]

March 2nd: Awesome Suit, (Lousy) Apartment Get! [Text]

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video ☆ february 17th, noon.

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