[That familiar large TV flicks on to reveal a long table filled to the brim with fancy dishes, silverware, decorations, but not a single person in sight. Well, except for Ivan. He's currently gorging himself on some kind of meat and rice dish. After a few seconds of him eating, the Soviet swallows and wipes his face with an embroidered napkin, ( Read more... )

[Ivan's on the large TV again, this time lounging in a jacuzzi under the night sky.]

Ahh~ ...okay, you have 12 hours, or until everybody but the people up for being ousted vote. Hurry up... Mmmhehehe... you can try to sway people not to vote for you too ( Read more... )

[You find yourself waking up on the floor of a large, typical white room. On the far wall is a large TV monitor, maybe 60" across. For a moment all you hear is a slight chuckle in the background, and then finally the screen flickers on ( Read more... )

[Three days with Volgin's 10 million volts. After the initial scare and following power high, Ivan had spent the last two days desperately trying to control his powers and not nuke his apartment. Okay, so maybe it wasn't so desperate as passive; Ivan was never a man very willing to accept certain consequences in the face of thrill or hunger ( Read more... )

[His dog had gotten out today, and ran off like the husky numbskull that she is. And Ivan, slightly concerned, had set out in search of her ( Read more... )

[Tobias slowly exhales; holding several bottles of wine, and the hardest vodka he could find in his arms. It may seem like overkill, but better safe than sorry. Who knows how much Toby's "date" will be able to hold his liquor, after all. The goal here is to get the Russian completely plastered; loosening his lips by any means necessary. Maybe then ( Read more... )

Pierre is running around the Nexus halls in a mild panic dripping blood all over the place. None of it is his of course, instead it's coming from the body he's carrying around. The silver haired Raikov wrapped in his cloak is covered in cuts and gashes and bleeding from every one of them. The most notable wound though is the hand resting on his ( Read more... )

[Hah! Not if Ivan had something he could do about it. The impudent Russian had managed to stumble his way into the loudspeaker control room after an afternoon of binge eating (read as: a normal afternoon), and that meant all hell for the Nexus ( Read more... )

[Well, he's not entirely sure how he ended up in one of the common rooms tied to a chair, but that was the situation.

He couldn't even reach his Spetsnaz knife to cut himself free, so he was stuck here until somebody walked by and was generous enough to help.]

Hello?! Somebody ( Read more... )

The big day was here! Minutes to maybe half-an-hour wasted on interviews has finally come to fruition! Each interviewer is set up in their own private dream-date location, with their favorite (or best of the worst) candidate to show up shortly thereafter ( Read more... )