[Have Mikami. He's walking through the halls with quick steps. Because, hell, his schedule is totally out of order now.
But still, he keeps a serious face, trying to find out where he is. Finally he decides asking for his asistant, who was supposed to be at work. Exactly like he was supposed to]

Nakajima-san? Can you hear me?

Mikami was getting tired of these rooms switching around on him. if this place insisted on keeping him here, (as if he had anywhere else to go), It should at least let him take shelter from others by hiding in his room. Every once in a while, he would make a trip to the kitchen only for the necessity of eating, but then he would make a point of ( Read more... )

Mikami just wasn't in the mood for this at the moment.
...Well, he probably wouldn't go to any event like this on his own free will any time, but right now he really didn't feel like dressing up with masks and extravagant outfits. he could also deal without the mirrored walls and the many mannequins scattered about the room. It made him feel ( Read more... )

[Teru doesn't know where he is. This is bad, it's terrifying, but it's not the worst thing, which is that he doesn't know how he got to wherever this is. He knows exactly where he ought to be - in Kamchatka, huddled inside a crowded tent among dozens of other people with nothing to do now that the fields are frozen. And he was there, just a few ( Read more... )

Mikami felt warmth..

Which was odd, considering that one usually expects freezing cold blankness when you die.

He was even more suprised when he regained feeling.....There was a floor underneath him once again. But...Where was the yelling? The screams?
And shouldnt he be feeling blood underneath him at the moment?

Finally, he opened his eyes. His ( Read more... )

[Today, one of the rooms is a park. It's a warm spring day, the kind of day when you'd expect to see couples walking hand in hand, people having picnics under the trees, children feeding the ducks in the pond. The Mansion doesn't seem to have provided any, but its residents are welcome to enjoy the sunshine.

And there is someone feeding the ducks ( Read more... )

[The Mansion won't let anyone keep their secrets for long. Mikami should have remembered that. There'll always be a room that isn't the kitchen, right when you need it the least.

His body is covered in words. Covered in names, scrawled over every inch of his skin, dense and overlapping but most of them all too legible. The ink is wet. It won't ( Read more... )

He doesn't know where he is. This is a fairly common condition amongst college students, or so he's observed. They get drunk and then they weave aimlessly through the streets and then they don't know where they are in the morning, but. But. Teru isn't one of those college students. Teru is the type who goes to class and does his work and comes ( Read more... )

[Mikami hasn't been around for a while.

The last time anyone probably saw him, he was going to meet with Kira. It ended badly. Very badly.

He's sitting in a corridor, now, somewhere on the third floor. Just sitting, blankly staring into space.

Room deaths don't last. He should have remembered that.]

[It's a fairly standard arrival - a door opens and a Mikami enters. Adult, male, prosecutor/fourth Kira, the usual. He's also rather preoccupied, so he gets a few paces down the corridor before stopping short as he registers where he is.]

The castle doesn't normally change this much ( Read more... )