[the video opens on a scene that was apparently already in progress. it shows a living room that may be familiar to some members, lavishly (or gaudily, depending on taste) decorated in obviously expensive, remarkably pink-toned furniture ( Read more... )

Wright’s presence has been grating on my patience for far too long. One of you come get him, now, or his influence will be forcibly removed.

((OOC: Conveniently backdated to just after this post and following up on this ongoing RL.))

[the video opens on a room that might be an office-a rather eccentrically decorated office, perhaps, but still an office, if the low shelves, leather office chair, and ostentatious magenta curtains are any indication. a familiar figure is seated just before the camera, his eyes (slightly puffy and lined in grey shadows) scanning back and forth ( Read more... )

Would one of you...interesting individuals be good enough to explain to me why this site won’t leave my browser? As fascinating as waterfowl can be, there are far more important things I need to spend my time on. Like work.

((OOC: Backdated to earlier this week, let’s say uh…Monday. For more information about how this event will play out and how characters can get in, please see the plotting post here. The event post will go up tomorrow, probably around 6 pst, so if you already know your character will be attending you can go ahead and start playing there before these ( Read more... )

[a woman is seated before the camera. her face is pale, her smooth skin free of any makeup. her hair is unkempt, but the peculiar style, down to the tiny spit of a cowlick that’s sticking up in the back, should be familiar to some community members. her shoulders are broad, and the thick, black robe she’s wearing is very loosely tied, allowing a ( Read more... )

What is this one?

((OOC: Backdated to late on the first night of the What If? virus, directly following this on-going dinner date. :3))

Fuck, what was his name again?

Edgeworth. ( Cut, just in case~ )

The scene opens on a traditional courthouse in the middle of a city block, its stately facade seemingly well-maintained and possibly recently renovated. The marble columns flanking its doors gleam in the bright, midday sun, and several people are milling about on the steps leading to the street below ( Read more... )

I fear I already know the answer to this question, but still I’m compelled to ask it ( Read more... )