[Oh dear.  It seems all of the furniture in the hotel has mysteriously ended up on the ceiling of whatever room it's in, even the pieces that were occupied.  The only things that managed to stay down were bolted there.  One wonders how this possibly could have happened.

Well, it's safe to say that there is absolutely no way Xigbar had anything to do ( Read more... )

[SMACK.

...So the boy here in front of this recording device? Yes, he can figure out a simple contraption such as this, thank you-he isn't stupid-he's just...not gentle.]

"..."

[Right, so he still wasn't entirely comfortable making himself known without his mask on, but it didn't look like the ocean was about to spit it back out anytime soon... ( Read more... )

Where might one with idle hands make themselves useful?

[There is a light pensive hum. Seymour's been thinking, you see-- and has had a lot of time to do so.]If I am to remain here for an indefinite amount of time, I would prefer to do more than simply take up space. Perhaps with the various businesses sprouting up and some apparently recent ( Read more... )

[Namine is here, holding up what looks to be the remains of a crayon. In the corner of her Mognet video screen is a pile of papers with bits of color all over them. The wall behind her is actually starting to look like a mural; many different papers are posted there in neat rows and all depict an island-like scene, or something like the view of ( Read more... )

[The feed clicks on to a pretty bulky fella-- or a close-up on his face and one of his fingers, at least. The device is... pretty much only a few inches away from his face while he pokes at it, trying to figure out exactly what it is and how to get it to work.]

Where's Brother when you need him? What on earth is-- ...hey!

[Video zooms out and ( Read more... )

[The feed turns on to reveal a mildly intrigued face; it's flipped around a couple times while he studies it. His voice is muffled, partially from merely thinking aloud while the feed is facing away.] What an intriguing device. Machina, I would assume. It appears to function much like a sphere...

Very well, then. [When the feed turns back around ( Read more... )

[Fang certainly looks more pleased than she has in ages - most likely since anything's better than the appearance she'd taken on. She was supposed to leave her past behind here, after all.]Guess we oughta be takin' bets as to what else could happen to us...startin' with those white creatures around town. Anyone else seen 'em? Kinda rubbery lookin' ( Read more... )

[Takes her a minute to get the dang thing to write, as it's a bit awkward for her to get her fingers moving over the pad of the Mognet. First time she's using such a thing, after all. But when she does, that's when she realizes that there's a voice mechanism to this machine, and she gratefully uses that instead; the first thing that can be heard is ( Read more... )

[Like everyone else, Larxene has started to succumb to the odd effect going around the city. Her skin's gone all but deathly pale, and her hair's faded to a blonde so pale that it's very nearly white.

It's not a good look on her, and Larxene is quite frankly pissed. The fact that her shoulders won't stop aching isn't really helping either ( Read more... )

Thank you. If anything, you only proved my point that I'm surrounded by backstabbers, and while I had some fun I'm starting to get more and more bored with everyone...

I don't know what's supposed to be so entertaining about a carnival, so why don't I start a new, better game? Who wants in?