10 May 2013 @ 07:29 pm
[A rather severe looking man in a black turtleneck addresses the network, oddly calm for someone who has just found out that his world was destroyed. He's a bit battered, having spent only a few moments on dressing and a hasty cleanup before heading for the nearest network terminal. There's quite a bit of dust in his hair, along with bruises and faint smears of what might be blood on his face and neck.]

My name is Howard Link. If there are any members of the Black Order present, please state your status and location. Anyone familiar with the facility, I would request your status as well. [Because last he checked? The station was pretty broken. Or well on it's way there, at least, and if he was pulled to this place? Well, there have to be others here.

He hesitates for a second or two before speaking again, glancing down briefly at something near the floor.]


... If there is anyone here familiar with the construction or repair of mechanical prosthetic limbs, please contact me at your earliest convenience.
 
 
19 April 2013 @ 03:36 pm
I know this is small comfort right now, but for anyone tired of nutrition bars, there's cake in the cafeteria.

[For anyone headed to the cafeteria: there are actually about a bazillion cakes of different kinds. It's the Lambda+Katsuya special.]
 
 
23 March 2013 @ 07:57 pm
[A new face the network's seen at least once before appears on the screen. He's wet, like many other people using the network right now, and also looks pretty pissed. Other than that, he looks to be fairly okay- eh, well, he doesn't look horribly injured, at least.]


...From what people were telling me when I first got here, I was fucking expecting explosions, horrible medical experiments, monsters, and other stupid shit like that. And so far all that's happened is this god awful weather? What the hell. I don't wanna say some of you were jerking me around 'cause I still haven't been here long...but...this is kinda...disappointing.

[Yata's the type that likes a challenge and rushes headfirst into everything. Even when things look bad he's not the type to give up. It's almost as if he feels he's been underestimated and is personally insulted by it.]
 
 
01 March 2013 @ 02:17 am
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so everyone's sad about dax and I can't help but notice he doesn't have a grave

so I think you get what I'm saying here, right?  I'm going to hold a funeral for him tomorrow in the graveyard at 4pm

that's saturday march 2nd at four in the afternoon for you guys who apparently can't read

prepare a speech if you want

there'll be snacks and refreshments afterwards *(*´∀`*)☆ let's see him off well okay?

ps katsu you'll make a cake right?

 
 
27 February 2013 @ 10:06 pm
The network comes on painfully--the terminals crackle with energy like there was some sort of wild power surge going through the Tower. Every terminal turns on at once. The display is broken at first, but slowly it stabilizes, the display just behind Zo's shoulder. White-hot energy pulses from him--it looks like he’s forced the display on somehow. Monitors flicker in and out of view in the room; it seems to be some sort of control center composed of floating screens and input devices. The room is large, making it hard to see the ends from the display, but aside from Zo there are two others in the room.

Riki looks a bit worse for wear and, as opposed to his usual stoic demeanor, has an expression approaching furious. Most of Zo's energy seems concentrated around him like a barrier, and the monitors whirl around behind RIki now, following some sort of unspoken command. The world shifts abruptly, providing a different angle on the confusing situation.

The laughter that echoes around the chamber is deep, dark and somehow primordial. There’s another figure looking exactly like Riki, but the features are twisted, the indifferent disposition morphed into a terrible smirk. From his hand a wave of dark energy smashes into the room, sending whatever was still standing flying over.

"Come now! Is this the best defense system this place has to offer to one of its grand administrators? Cowering behind a child? Well, I do suppose considering everything about this world, it should not be the least bit surprising."

He took another step.

"So tell me, how did your little ants enjoy their trip into the central throne?"

The various scattered objects freeze in place as Riki draws in his screens; the screens seem to be made of the air itself, or something similar, and he alters and pulls at them as easily as if they were tied to him by a thousand strings. "Not your business," he growls. Another swipe of his screens and the objects morph, shifting into swords that fly at the false Riki. "Stop wearing my face."

Zo shrinks back against the wall. His barriers don’t fall, but he obviously doesn't enjoy the violence taking place.

"Not my business? I am darkness that makes up the Collective Unconsciousness! My primary sources of power, the three poisons that make up life, Anger, Ignorance and Vengeance are ripe in this world!"

Nyarlathotep raises his other hand and catches the swords, looking almost bored.

"Humans are strange...I came here because of the despair that fills every orifice of this tower...the desire for all of you to put an end to this, and now you would try to whisk me away?"

The swords melt into a puddle of metal on the floor, and suddenly he is besides Zo, trying to violently push him away.

Zo shrieks, clearly terrified, but his barriers cover him as they cover Riki, and they crackle with raw energy in their owner’s defense. Riki alters something on his screens and the metal rises up, forming itself into some sort of great mercurial beast that lunges at Nyarlathotep. "Leave the kid out've it, you attacked me first."

"Hahaha! What’s this? Feeling sentimental about another?" Nyarlathotep had barely even flinched from touching the other. "But is not your personal interest simply tied to the tower itself? I suppose even a monkey will brand its tools when backed in a corner..."

At his turn, the giant creature is lit aflame, crying out as the fire causes the skin to bubble, crack and expand. Soon it has enlarged into strands of burned mercury before a slap from the other Riki makes it fall into dust.

"Ha ha ha! Do you not know where the term, 'mad as a hatter' comes from? I've given humanity much fun with that element!"

At his turn, he summons forth a demon, as it moves forward, casting a spell in an attempt to poison both of the tower residents.

Zo flinches at the monster, but steps forward nonetheless--or rather leaps in a burst of childish energy. "Stop--stop it! Stop it!"

The screen turns white and crackles--it’s barely possible to make out the figures, let alone what’s going on, but whatever Zo's done tears the demon into six or seven pieces. Then the light gets brighter--there’s a different sort of crackle. It sounds like the monitor itself is breaking, because it is. The screen warps and fills with static before the video cuts out completely.

They can hear the battle still going on, however, Nyarlathotep speaking for one final time.

"Hmph! Regardless of how much you struggle, the end will be the same! Just like the worlds of the disembodied souls you siphon into recycled bodies over and over, this one will also meet its end! Now the question is, how much are you willing to risk?"

Another explosion cracks apart what sound remains. The feed cuts out.
 
 
25 January 2013 @ 04:24 am
[ When she first arrived in the tower the last thing she ever thought of was being a parent. The events of the past couple weeks have taught her that it wasn't necessarily about her or some shit. At least that girl can fight with the proper training. Since everyone was back to normal, Ryougi herself included, it was only proper to find her. After visiting the "usual" spots with no luck, it was time to amp up the lazy. Lethargic as usual, this dark-haired, dark-eyed woman doesn't seem the type who would use a terminal, but here she was. ]

Has anyone seen a girl too young to be stuck in this pit? [ Yes, there's a ton of those here. Maybe she should be a bit specific. ] Plain-looking with dark hair. Not the one that looks exactly like me--[ Because she does exist. ]--but a mini version. Kinda acts like a nerd by carrying books around and reads them in places other than the library.

[ Tch. ] Whatever. If you've seen her, tell me. Don't waste my time with idle talk.

[ Definitely the coolest person to engage in conversation with, right? RIGHT!! At least she can't stab anyone from the screen. ]
 
 
 
17 September 2012 @ 02:49 pm
Uh... this is Gourry Gabriev. Looks like I'm not the only one who woke up a little different today.

Does... this kind of thing happen around here often? Does this mean someone's got my body? Hey, you'd better not do anything weird with it!


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17 September 2012 @ 09:08 am
So, does anyone have any quick fixes for a cold? My voice is all funny today for some reason. It sounds like a little girl! It's really weird! My skin is pale too, and my head feels all light...

I even have a pink dress. This is one weird cold.

So I would appreciate it, yeah? Thanks!


[ Hagakure is absolutely oblivious to the fact that his swapped bodies! Replies will come from [personal profile] witchofweed! ]
 
 
01 September 2012 @ 12:57 pm
I have taken whale meat from a flying space whale that spits monsters, glazed it with ketchup, and covered it with mashed potato frosting.

Somewhere, an actual patissier is crying.

Miss Lambda, your cake is done. I've checked and made sure that it isn't poisonous.
 
 
28 August 2012 @ 08:36 pm
[the screen comes on, revealing a seventeen-year old with blond hair, who looks to be making an effort to remain serious and calm]

Um, hello. My name is Fate... Fate Testarossa Harlaown. It appears I've been brought to this place against my will, as I suspect all of you have as well... so I won't dwell on that matter.

[takes a deep breath, crossing her arms behind her back.]

I'd like to do whatever I can to help keep the peace around here, if I can. I would also like to volunteer to help any of the young people in the tower, if they so need it. I realize this is a difficult scenario for most people, so if I can provide support in any way possible, I'd like to provide it.

Finally... erm, it appears I have been placed in room 02-07... to anyone I might be staying with, I'd like to introduce myself, and express my hopes that we can live peacefully beside one another.

... That is all, I believe.
 
 
08 August 2012 @ 02:00 pm
[ The camera opened up to the view of a young man's face, who appeared to be holding it roughly arms length away from himself, his other hand holding a crystal ball. ]

So this is what they call a free weekend getaway, yeah? [ He laughed, looking into the device with an amused expression. Though the camera angle could not show too much, it was easy to see that he was sitting on a bed, with some clothes next to him. ]

They even packed for me. Must be my lucky day. I shoulda done a reading for myself before going to sleep, I would have been better prepared, yeah! [ Another laugh. ] They even gave me this thing to talk to people. It's a very well thought out trip, yeah? I don't remember seeing any commercials for it on TV though. [ He smiled for the camera, looking very relaxed. ]

So I'm talkin' to a bunch of other winners here, yeah?
 
 
30 July 2012 @ 05:12 pm
[Suffice it to say that Katsuya was not pleased to be in this situation. He'd changed back into the normal clothes, avoided being attacked on the trip down the stairs, and settled into the first place he could contact a large group of the other people captured here.

He checked the previous entries and became even less pleased when he realized that his brother was here as well.]


I'll be brief. My name is Katsuya Suou, and I have just arrived in this tower. Is there anyone leading those captured here in an organized effort who I could speak to?

And one more thing: Tatsuya, I need to talk to you as soon as possible. Actually, I wouldn't mind speaking to any of his friends from this place.

Thank you.