To anyone else who has 'regained' a pet at home, please tell me this:

Are they actually our pets or are they just another glamour imitation because of our captors' sick sense of humor?

If anyone can tell me the truth, I would be eternally grateful.

[Edgeworth can be later found on the hidden floor, sitting at one of the tables. A brown flat-coated retriever can be seen sitting at his feet, her tail between her legs. Sometimes, she tries to nudge her master. In response, Edgeworth raises a hand to stroke her...

Suddenly, he remembers that she might not be real and places his hand back on the table, going back to his notes which he has been writing in. The dog gives a little whine and lies down.

The prosecutor looks gloomier than usual.]
14 December 2013 @ 05:16 pm
I realize that this may be a difficult question for some. Sometimes, we regain some of our possessions from home. Or, it might be more accurate to say that we are given film objects in the form of our possessions. From what I have heard, it is also possible to be given pets.

For those who know and are willing to answer, are these animals actually real? Are they souls trapped in film just like us or are they just imitations like everything else we regain?
14 November 2013 @ 10:21 pm

[The feed opens on a rather young woman, standing with her arms crossed and whip in hand. She doesn’t look very pleased.]

If any of you have an actual explanation for what this place is, or for what reason we’ve come here, please come forward now. I find it difficult to believe that that this ‘tower’, however you fools call it, is not an elaborate ruse created by some fool who is unaware who he’s dealing with.

[Edgeworth can be seen standing right behind her with his arms crossed and a frown on his face.]

Franziska, while I honestly cannot blame you for thinking that I have gone completely insane, I assure you that any answers you get on the network will be exactly the same as mi-[Yep. That comment results in a whip from Franziska - WHICH HURTS DAMMIT.]IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!

[As Franziska withdraws her whip, Edgeworth grabs his shoulder, wincing in pain. Boy, he is going to feel sorry for Franziska and the many people who will become her whip victims for telling the truth.]

As I said, if anyone can come forward with a less foolish explanation than my brother, please do so now. I will be waiting in the library on the third floor. That is all.

[Both Edgeworth and his rather infuriated sister can be found in the library. Come and join them if you want to be whipped give the poor girl some information

Replies will be: Poster> Franziska > Edgeworth.]
11 September 2013 @ 12:28 pm
There is an issue that has been in my mind for quite a few months, people of Animus.

As you all know, our worlds were somehow destroyed and, somehow, we were ‘saved’ by our souls being brought here and inserted into hideous wireframe constructs. Supposedly, we are still alive, despite the fact that we were ripped from our own bodies. ‘Death’, in a matter of speaking, is not permanent – we are just give a new ‘body’ to inhabit. However, in less than a year, when the Glamour system runs out, we will truly ‘die’ and not come back.

Some of us, however, are working to restore our worlds and bring us back there. The administrators claim to be doing that themselves. Whether or not they truly mean to do that, I cannot tell.

Would you believe that such a feat is truly possible, however, considering our own conditions and that of our worlds? Do you think that, somehow, the administrators can bring our worlds back so that we can return home? Or do you believe that we can find a way ourselves and stop the administrators before our time runs out next year?

Suffice to say, I am very doubtful of this idea, considering its sheer absurdity. However, as this entire tower is full of things that completely contradict proper logic, I am not sure if I can completely disregard it.
07 July 2013 @ 02:40 pm
I can't help but notice a handful of people actually following along with that little collar-based rebellion only just mentioned on this very network.

You're all idiots. Allow me to outline the problems with this ill-conceived notion.

class is now in session )

In summary? All of you engaging in this little collar boycott are either ill-informed, stupid, or both. I would advise those of you with intellect or common fucking sense to dissuade those showing interest in this. I think I've covered the most urgent and pressing points. If there are any questions, comments, or smart remarks of 'what the hell do you know', please leave them here or in the mailbox of Lord El-Melloi II. I'm not hard to find.
To those who were acquainted with Maya Fey, I regret to inform you that she has departed from the tower.

[That's all. Edgeworth didn't post here to get sentimental except Maya's disappearance affecting him more than he's letting on.]
[The camera switches on and a familiar-looking guy with a cravat appears on the screen. As one might be able to tell from icy glare on his face, he does not exactly look like a happy chap at the moment.]

It appears that someone was in my room last night. As to who it is, I do not know as I lack any evidence at present. However, I will just say one thing to the culprit out there - no one ever gets away trying to raid my trunk. [And he slams on the table to emphasize this.] Ever.

I may currently lack any power to drag you to court but I will find a way to stop you.

[Poor guy is going to kick himself for this when the event is over.;_;]
02 May 2013 @ 04:44 pm
[Arturia appears on the video, turned halfway and politely asking someone behind her to step to the side. Those who are not new to the Tower will recognize it as a retrieval unit. Apparently the one following Arturia is obliging enough to move out of the frame when she politely asks. She turns back to the screen, runs a hand through her hair to straighten it out. Then begins speaking, apparently unaware she hit the 'record' button a few seconds too early.]

Good evening. For those who don't know me I am 'Saber of White,' a resident who has stayed in the Tower for four months now.

In my time here, a colleague of mine named Diarmuid Ua Duibhne and I have been working on a map of the residential area of the Tower. It includes a list of the dangers of the various floors and the monsters that normally lurk there.

We've recently completed the map and would like the help of the residents of the Tower. Our intention is to create copies and pass them out among the populace so they will be aware of the dangers here. However, we are only two people. Is there anyone amongst you willing to help us pen and create copies? Diarmuid is on another terminal in the media room and will be answering questions alongside myself if you have any.

(ooc: As usual, threadjacking is a-okay! Replies will come from both Diarmuid and Arturia.)
01 May 2013 @ 10:06 am

[Lancer takes a deep breath before speaking.]

So I'm gonna be throwing my brother a birthday party. Who wants to come? And do any of you know what people do for birthday parties in this day and age?

[A pause.]

Oh yeah, Archer, stay away from the party if you know what's good for you.
27 April 2013 @ 05:25 pm
[Saki looks tired, but she's holding up okay as it stands. She doesn't much like using the network, and right now, she really doesn't like it, but it's the best way to speak to the tower as a whole. She has a book with her, and she cracks it open, beginning to read:]

April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.

[Anyone who knows Saki knows poetry isn't her usual style, but she's not been herself lately, to say the least.]

Is April always so cruel here? Or was this month just particularly bad?

...Kazumi, Kyoko, Mami - are you three okay?
12 April 2013 @ 11:11 pm
[The face on the camera is tired, the look in Diarmuid's eyes making it clear that the source of his weariness isn't physical, but mental and emotional as it so often has been since he arrived here.]

Has anyone see my brother? probaly know him better as Lancer.  I know he is still in the tower because his belongings are here and his name is still on the door, but I cannot find him anywhere and I have looked.  Those who know my skills know quickly I can do that.

I am worried because I just remembered something he said to Jason a while back.  He said he would volunteer for his next experiement and since this is Jason's month in charge and so many others have gone missing, I fear for what that means for him.

If anyone has seen him in the last few days, will you please let me know?

[Diarmuid pauses a moment, suddenly looking a lot more uneasy.]

Also, I want to apologize to all the people who were affected by my curse about week ago or got caught up in everything that was going on.  For those who don't know, I carry a curse that forces the women who see my face to fall in love with me.  It has been mostly inactive in this place but for some reason during the end of March and the beginning of April it flared back to life affecting both men and women.  Unfortunately, I have never been able to tell when it is active and when it is not so far too many people were affected before I knew what was going on. not know why this happened.  It has gone inactive again and I think by this time all those affected should have had the effects wear off.  If not, take the knowledge that your strange feelings are caused by something outside of you and focus on that...

[Suddenly, he turns away from the screen as if someone has tugged on his arm, which they have.  When he speaks his voice is quieter and directed at whoever is standing just off camera.]

Tony, just a moment, okay?  I will play with you then.

[Diarmuid turns back to the camera, quiet for a moment as if he is collecting his thoughts and then continues where he left off.]

Focusing on the fact that your feelings are not your own will help you overcome the effects sooner.  It is not something that worked that well during my first life, but there is a very strong pattern of it working here...

[There is a sudden scuffling behind Diarmuid and he is yanked away from the camera.  The scuffling continues as his voice drifts back toward the terminal.]

Tony!  Tony wait!  I'm not done...

Gah!  Does anyone know how to stop an alien abduction?


(OOC: Diarmuid's responses will come a few hours later when he has given Tony the attention that the little gray alien seems to want so badly.)

13 March 2013 @ 04:18 pm
... Okay, is it working? I've never used the audio function before, and I'm not good at computers, so—

[ She then coughs slightly, her voice energetic as she speaks in a loud and clear voice. It's obvious that she has something to say, and that it's important.

Or so she thinks, anyway. ]

Since everybody's been upset about the whole 'soul' thing and the 'my world might be destroyed' thing, I've been thinking that we need to celebrate and get our minds off of things! It'll be some stress reliever, that's for sure!

Anyway. If nothing happens, I'm planning on creating a new holiday, just for the whole Tower! I talked about this with Kyoko, and she said it was cool, but it wouldn't be fun if it was just the two of us celebrating it, right? That's why I'm inviting you, yeah, you, hearing this right now, to a Chocolate Day party!

If things go well, we'll probably be celebrating it next Friday, so you have a week to prepare and create anything chocolate related! That's right: we'll need chocolate decorations and chocolate related food. Man, I'd really go for a chocolate burger, you know...

And the mascot of this Chocolate Day is, of course, me, the magical, amazing, Mystic Maya! Oh, and if anyone has any complaints, just send it right over to my inbox, and I'll get to it right away! Anyway, any questions about this whole party would be really amazing, since I really want to make this the best party ever!
01 March 2013 @ 05:14 pm
[The Cu Chulainn that appears in the feed is a far cry from his normal, cheerful self. His hair looks even more disheveled than it usually is. His eyes have narrowed into slits and vein are popping all over his face. And his spear is out for all to see.]


[He screams into the monitor, slamming his fist down on the keyboard and shaking the entire terminal.]


[He takes a deep breath before he screams again.]


[He knows. He knows that these are usually indicators that people had left the Tower for good. But he doesn't want to admit it. If he does, it means he's failed his Master again...]
07 February 2013 @ 07:51 pm
Good morning. To those of you who do not know me, my name is Miles Edgeworth and I am a prosecuting attorney from Los Angeles.

Like many of you, I was brought to this tower under rather unusual circumstances. I have already spent a month in this place, long enough to be acquainted with some of its bizarre [read: nonsensical] occurrences. However, as unexplainable as our situation may be, there will always be some truth behind it, which I intend to find out.

In order to understand how this tower functions and why we are all here in the first place, I have decided to gather information on everyone here. Therefore, it would be a great help to me if any of you reply to this post and state your name, where you are from and any powers you might have. All this information will be strictly confidential and will not be disclosed unless I have good reason otherwise. [i.e. you’re going to cause trouble and kill someone or something like that.]
13 January 2013 @ 11:55 am
[To most, this will seem quite unusual. The video was of a certain demon that prowled the halls, only... her visage was significantly older. Her hair was pinned away from a lightly lined face, and bright strands of gray threaded through the mane. Catarina settled back from the terminal, her movements less of the barely contained wild seduction that usually filled her body and more controlled, more in balanced with what she was. But to those who doubted this was the demon they usually saw, the bright mischievous look in her eyes still didn't dim]

To those who recently joined us here in the tower:

I realize many of you may have light fingers, and that bright shiny baubles are irresistible to said digits. That is why I will be kind in saying if you return my necklace to me by the end of the day, I will not remove your head from your neck. If you make me wait, I will be sure that I will be the very painful cause of the first of your many, many deaths here.