DEATH, MAMA, FIREBUG, MISFIT, FALLEN, HOME (twice).

IMPRISONMENT. 

PATRICIDE.

I'd like to know who the last two applied to, the very last especially.  Killing your father is one thing; eating him is another.  

Is it evil to eat the candy when you know what will happen when you do, or is it natural to satisfy your curiosity when there are secrets for the taking? 


[ooc: All of these will almost certainly be brought up with the characters they belong to (except for the last two, although Justin won't forget it).  Brace yourself.]

[Lab coat on, it's another general address. Anyone paying attention might note he rarely (deliberately) uses the network for anything personal.]

All non-emergency surgical procedures are officially cancelled until further notice. The hospital can no longer guarantee a non-contaminated operating space. If anyone knows a way to hold the sand back, or of somewhere that's not emulating the Sahara, please get in touch. When I want to go to work in flip-flops I'll open that beach shack.

[He reaches forward to turn off the monitor. Hesitates.]

Oh, and for those of you who weren't taught it when you were three: don't take candy from strangers.


[ooc: he's eaten dozens of the hearts, but he's unlikely to be telling -you- that. His secrets are available in multiples and still open for takers.]

[ One angel + a myriad of candy pieces = apparently far too much chewing, as he takes one every so often.

Munch. Munch. Crunch.

(And the occasional wince, maybe when the candy-induced vision's a little unkind.) ]


Oh, enough with the warnings and the ever-weeping Cassandras. Shall we make a contest of it, then? A wager?

Whose tongue can take the taste of more of these? Come, come, no need to be shy. It's only indescribable humiliation for someone else, after all.

( thought fragments | p r i v a t e )

Hello. I was wondering if anyone could answer a few questions for me:

Does anyone recall the events that occurred prior to their arrival in the city? Any strange occurrences, unexplained phenomena, anything out of the ordinary?

[ A beat. ]

Also, has anyone recently encountered a... vagrant flock of sheep anywhere on this island?


[ p r i v a t e to YUSUF ]

You said you were a biochemist cum pharmacist.

I need your help.

[ end p r i v a t e ]

Hard not to eat one or two of the candies even knowing what they do. Think I'm lucky so far that no one has called me out on anything they've seen. So I guess I'm not gonna be calling the person I saw... felt... out. Just gonna say one thing.

[There's a pause here, Derek weighing his words carefully.] I know it can sometimes feel like you are. I've felt it. I'm pretty sure a lot of people have. But you're not alone.



ooc: Backdated to yesterday!

[ Professor McGonagall looks in rare form today! She sits at a desk at the head of a classroom, chalkboard behind her already scribbled with notes and symbols. She speaks with a thick Scottish accent: perhaps the only indicator of her extreme excitement over what she's about to announce. ]

Good evening, everyone. I am Professor McGonagall. I'm hoping to inquire whether there are any other residents of the City that refer to themselves as teachers? This university seems rather empty, for such a large building.

Now as for the rest of you, I would like to make an announcement. For any of my former students, I will be resuming my class schedule here at the university. I have arranged for two classrooms and an office for myself. All of you are welcome to come, of course; the schedule and room numbers are attached along with my office room number and hours.

For those of you that aren't from a world with Hogwarts in it, if you are able to make sense of the notes on the chalkboard here, you may sit in on my classes. If you are able to do this: [ the video turns around as if from her own point of view as she demonstrates a wordless fera verto sans ron and harry gawking ] you may sit in and potentially participate, depending on your level of command over the transfiguration. Without a wand of your own, you will not be able to master this magic, but I am required to leave my classroom open to individuals interested, provided you respect my rules and do not interrupt class.

In addition, I believe that there are a few other courses available to the City, thought I am unable to find a registry for them. Perhaps we may rectify such an oversight. Any of you teaching courses, if you'd like to give me the information for them, I'd be happy to compile a list available to the public.

I should be on the campus for another few hours, if any of you would like to come see me personally. Otherwise, leaving a message to this broadcast is sufficient, thank you.

[ And off goes the video, after a curt little nod from Minerva. How formal. ]


[ ooc: as minerva has stated, she'll be starting classes! we'll say biweekly, just transfiguration for now, but if any of you'd like something else added on, i'm happy to do so. all i ask is that you let me know that your character is regularly attending so that i can have her react appropriately. if any of you would ever like to log a snippet of class or other types of teaching, like one on one help, let me know and we'll set something up! additionally, any extra teachers or non-teachers that want to start up classes? we could put together a little curriculum or what have you? give a shout! ]

[ video ]

[ A small, mousy sort of broad in clothes better suited to someone near two decades older than her tucks back the few strands of hair that've managed to fall from their unflattering bun. Nervous, which is to be expected, really, but Molly is nervous. ]

Erm. Hello. That's what people normally say, right, hello? Oh, I must look so silly. I've never done this sort of thing before, this video chat. It's kind of neat, isn't it? These fancy new gadgets can do all sorts.

[ Off topic, rambling, and oh so very nervous. Quite off-putting in a woman, or so Someone would tell her, and she straightens a bit at the thought. ]

Right. Um. I'm ... not quite sure where I am, but - if anyone's looking for me, [ Mycroft, she won't say, because she's been assured all walls are listening and it's in everyone's best interests to be careful of what we say out loud -- ] I'll just. Um.

[ She shifts, uncomfortable and quite visibly frightened - no, nervous, she can't be frightened. So she smiles. ] 

I'll just be waiting here, okay? [ A beat. ] Right. Good, yes. Okay.

[ A short exhale and the feed shuts off. ]

I do not recommend the candy hearts, in case anyone was thinking of eating one. These things have some serious after-effects.


[Filtered to Sephiroth]
I think I saw something from your past. Er, sorry about that, man.

[Filtered to Justin]
I meant what I said during that sex-ed curse thing. About being around if you needed to talk about stuff.

[A whoosh, a roar and a splatter.]

[The network device tumbles to the muddy ground. It settles at an angle, the red light blinking as it records. The gore-flecked camera shows a bloody spectacle.]

[A man. And a beast.]

[They've clearly been battling for a while. The man's clothes and face are smeared with red. The beast has seeping wounds on its body from various slashes. The floor beneath them is slick with free-flowing blood. Hissing, the beast swoops at the man. He dodges with preternatural speed. Avoiding the snap of glistening teeth, he leaps onto the beast's back. It roars, its great claws flailing viciously as it tries to throw him off.]

[But the man stays on.]

[Grinning madly, he lifts his arm. A red spike shoots out, piercing the beast's shoulder. Blood sprays everywhere. The beast howls, thrashing - and tumbles with a muddy splash. Laughing, the man clings on. His white fangs flash in the gloom - before digging into the beast's sinewy neck.] 

[A sickening crunch. Then, liquid noises as the man drinks.]

[Beneath him, the beast spasms. After a long moment, it stills. Once the man has drunk his fill, he straightens. Blood trickles from his mouth, painting the lower half of his face. With a satisfied smile, he wipes it away. His eyes glow bright-red.]

[Suddenly, he notices the network device.]

Tch. How intrusive.

[Reaching out.]

I trust everyone enjoyed that performance? Sadly, the curtains must now fall~

[His carnivorous smile widens.]

Still, who could've imagined this 'City' to be such a delightful tinderbox. Swarms of foul demons everywhere, and a pure, terrible angel somewhere up above~

[His eyes brighten rapturously. Oh yeah. Totally in Perverse Saya-Fantasy Mode]

I can't wait to see what else this place is hiding! It's like being lost in an Enchanted Forest!

[He lets off a wild rolling laugh. The feed cuts off.]


[OOC: Hello, City! Your crazy vampiric newcomer is now Underground. Feel free to congratulate him/scream at him/give him disturbed looks. He loooves the attention~<3]

Ah-- good afternoon, I guess? Hey. [The video feed graces you with the face of a very confused brunette, though he doesn't look too worried at finding himself in an unfamiliar location. His hair and clothes also look a bit on the wet side, but he's managed to secure a towel courtesy of a nice shop owner nearby. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts before continuing.]

I think I took a wrong turn somehow... unless this is one of Kaito-nii's weird jokes. Ha, ha. Good one, Sir. [That deadpan tone is 100% sincere. Y e p.]

It looks like a nice place here, but the timing's a bit inconvenient and all, you know? So if anyone can let me know if either of these people are here-- [here he holds up this incredibly accurate work of art, drawn messily on a napkin] I'll be glad to get out of your hair and come back for a visit later.

[A beat, followed by a shrug, then--]
... for the record, the one on the right does have a body. Pencil just broke.

List of things that probably put you on some 'villain' list:

Electrocuting your twin for making out with your hero.

I should just keep repeating that to myself.

Also, let it be said: you shouldn't ever mix us up. I'm the one with the dark hair and the cape, and he's the one who looks like an old man.


[ooc: if you want to say your character has mixed them up in the past, please don't hesitate]

[ Tessa's toying with a piece of paper. The light catches on it: it's a recipe for pancakes. ]

Dr McCoy has— he's left the City.

[ooc: Please to be assuming this was posted accidentally yesterday sometime in the morning.]

[There's a hand that reaches out and picks up several candy hearts out of a dish. All the hearts go into the palm of the person's other hand then get picked up one by one as a voice reads the words out loud]

Protection

Hush Now

Progenocide

Brooke

[There a pause as the hands turn the candy over and over a moment.]

Bit odd. [it's just a whisper and then there's a movement that could be a shrug before the hands disappear, presumably so the person can put the candy in her mouth. Several seconds pass and then fairly suddenly the person ends up sitting on the floor, her knees to her chest, tears streaming down her cheeks as she buries her face against her knees.]

[Much later. Individual text messages to Cinna & the Doctor with the hair]

Cinna

Did you save them? I...ate a candy

Doctor

Where are you?

Seriously, City? You've screwed over every other major holiday. Now we have to piss off everyone about candy?

If you touch pie, I'm taking a flame thrower to that creepy ass building you've got.

[ooc: Backdated to sometime yesterday please]

One, I already get The slayers: Greatest Hits edition. I do not need Thief: The Stooges Edition.

Second, I'm pretty sure the Powers that Be are trying to ruin candy for me. First chocolate bars and now those weird heart things which have always been weird, but are now super weird.

Text to Harry

Please tell me you got out of the whole thief thing 'cause you sucked at it.

[ooc: Backdated to yesterday please]

All m'sayin' is that films in the future are crazy. [ Bucky's voice sounds far away for a moment, muffled against the backdrop of explosions coming from the television. He moves, obscuring the view of the clearly accidental video, lifts Amy's feet off the couch by grabbing on to the end of her jeans and sits, laughing. The bottle in his hand is then passed over. ] I don't get half the stuff they're saying.

[ Amy's laughing, kicking her feet up into Bucky's lap and taking a long swallow from the bottle before settling it on the couch, careful not to spill any. The next words are accompanied with grand hand gestures. ] 's all explosions and car races stuff. The dialogue's not important, anyways. [ For a second, she frowns before it smoothes out again. ] Hey. Is there still pizza left?

[ Waving a hand towards the box-table in a way that is clearly meant to be I have drunk too much to formulate directions. ] Okay, but no, still lost. [ Tipping his chin to the side, even as he snags up his glass. ] What -?

[ The start of Amy's next sentence is drowned out by a loud moan coming from the TV and Amy never finishes the sentence, eyes widening. ] Huh. I didn't know they had sex in this one. [ And then, as if to prove that she is well and truly drunk, Amy giggles. ]

[ Bucky's mouth falls open, because he is still a 1940s boy, and no matter how experienced he may be, it's still pretty strange to see it on screen. ] Are we gonna have t'arrest ourselves, Ames? 'Cause I knew a guy who kept blue movies and - jesus christ. [ Where is that bottle? ] Is she s'posed to be able to move like that?

[ Amy — who had just stopped giggling, thank you very much — takes one look at Bucky's face and starts laughing again. ] 's not even porn. No arresting. 's not illegal or anything. [ She turns back to the screen, watching intently for a moment. ] I bet I could do that. [ Filing it away for later. Rory, you better still be awake when she gets back. ] Seriously, Jaime. Don't look so shocked.

[ He chokes on that mouthful of booze, thank you very much, then starts laughing. ] You're not picking the film next time, 'kay? I don't think I can handle it.

But you'd make me watch stuff in black and white. I watch black and white movies with Rory, 'm not doing that with you. [ Pouting. Also, stealing the bottle back from Bucky. ]

So bossy. [ Letting her take it, because he has to stop Crepe from climbing over the table to get to the pizza, which means he accidently powers down whoever's device has been running with the corner of his palm. ]



[ ooc; blue is bucky, red is amy and you are witnessing drunk pizza-booze-movie night. you're welcome, city. ]