[It's one-thirty in the morning and there's a message on the network - white paint peeling off walls, camera bobbing a little, shifting ( Read more... )

[It's early afternoon, and Jack's on a bench in the carnival, holding a bunch of colourful balloons. Every so often he releases one up into the sky, and every so often he hands one to a child who stares too long in wonder. Every so often, too, he gives one to a pretty lady. (Because he's a gentleman.)]

So.

Children.

[He sounds wistful.]What do ( Read more... )

[Oh, look. The feed's turned on its side, recording what seems to be a hazy sort of nightclub slash bar slash cabaret slash Seedy Place, and there's Jack with a shotglass just off-center of the screen. The only light comes from the tables and the bar, and he's looking up, openmouthed, as a pair of legs walk by on it in a pair of stilettos.]...that' ( Read more... )

[filtered from Phancyhive; hard to hack]

I need a lawyer. And a priest.

[After realising how suspicious that sounds:]

I just need some advice.

[It's around seven in the morning. Cheery, maybe a little dull morning, but the sun is up and Jack's nursing a cup of coffee at some café like he hasn't been missing a week. Two weeks. Whatever.]

God damn it.

[He hisses softly, pinching the bridge of his nose.]Haven't changed much, Siren's Port. A little bit more rainy, though. Anyone know how to ( Read more... )

Good heavens, I feel like an old codger saying this - I probably am, considering - but what on earth is this city coming to? A bit of fun and mayhem is good and all, but...mmm.

If this is a vision of what my country will become I am not sure if we are on the right track.

[Filtered to Phancyhive + Pandora Hearts cast:]Glen Baskerville will be ( Read more... )

Has anyone seen -

[He sounds distraught. He sounds like he's going to hyperventilate. He sounds like he's going to faint in the next .03243 seconds if someone doesn't tell him - ]

Ciel and Alois?

[He tries to breathe. Calm down, slow down.

It isn't working.]Ciel Phantomhive, Alois Trancy. Thirteen and fifteen - Ciel has dark blue hair and eyes ( Read more... )

[On the evening of the 17th, there's a transmission; the NV is lying on its side - and the screen captures the lower half of a man's face, clothes obviously dishevelled, long blond hair tangled and strewn everywhere. He's lying on his side, curled up on some concrete.

He only chokes out one soft, strangled word:]

Help.

[Gilbert Nightray's ( Read more... )

[there's the faint sound of a choir in the background. jack sounds as cheerful as he is usually. the light's faint, coming from the church next door, but jack is rolling snowmen - ]

Merry Yule, Siren's Port! I wonder if I'll see this Santa Claus chap tonight.

[ - an hour before midnight, right in front of the church's adjoining graveyard.]

[ooc ( Read more... )

Well, at least the newspeople said - [insert very wet-sounding cough here] - it. I'll...just reiterate: water from Sector 4 should not...

[There's silence for a few moments.] a-ah - good god - is not fit for human consumption. Until the end of the week, at least. [a rueful laugh.]

[failed filter to Oz;] Get to a hospital, quickly. I - [ ( Read more... )