[ The feed opens to something you're all more than familiar with by now - snow. You'll notice, though, that the blanket of snow has been ruined my a long, wide path, as if something had been dragged. The trail of the snowmen, some of you might recognize.

He takes a moment to reach in to the view of the feed, trace where it ends so abruptly. ] They ( Read more... )

[Today, Fiora is walking around the city, minding her own business. Every so often, she passes by a snowman. After a while, she begins to notice them, and thinks they're actually quite cute-- even straightening a carrot nose on one of them. She pays no mind to the eerie tune it's humming, or that seems to chill the air around her, but shrugs if off ( Read more... )

[No one hears his first moments of wakefulness, the groggy groan or the harsh intake of breath at the toe tag. No one hears his initial dismay at the clothes he's not wearing.

The first thing everyone will hear is a CLANG! as his phone connects with the door. He's stuck in a dark, small space--on a damn shelf in the morgue--and he can't precisely ( Read more... )

[Rebecca looks a bit haggard--not sleeping much does that to you--but it's business as usual. She and Desmond went to check out the tree though, and as her head throbs from a stacked set of headaches, she's starting to regret it just a little.

She runs her hands through her hair and then, yes, she is talking to YOU.]Hey. I don't know most of you ( Read more... )

[Here, have a shot of the dark sky for now. It's taken a while for Fiora to figure out her cell phone, but she is finally getting the hang of it. Give it a few more moments, and then the video feed will finally focus on her. It's windy, wherever she is, and its a lot darker than the lit-up city streets. If you focus on her background, you'll easily ( Read more... )

[There's a groan followed by a shiver. One whiny upitty mage, coming right up.] Well, isn't this the most epic prank ever laid on me. Don't think anyone's going to top this one for a while.

Maker, it's freezing. And they say talking actually keeps one warm. [If he had his robes maaaaybe it wouldn't be this cold.] Should start a fire ( Read more... )

People being here from different times, it's doin' my head in. [She rubs at the back of her neck, stressed already.] Anyone else having that?

[Locked to Beast]

Erm. Hey. I know you don't really know me, but I've got a favor.

This is a very elaborate phone. It has intricacies I haven't seen in almost six years and I can admit I'm fairly inexperienced with.

I need a tailor.

My dress has a butt flap.

And while I appreciate the easier access I don't like the draft.

Maybe you fell asleep, maybe you were knocked out. Maybe you were in the middle of a fight, maybe you don't even remember what you were doing at all. But regardless, you remember the darkness. It's crushing, all-encompassing. It fills your lungs and presses it's weight down on your shoulders, suffocating, overwhelming. It's so dark you can't tell ( Read more... )