[ Well jingle my bells, friendly patrons of the Tower -- it seems like Francis is having himself one of those moments where he steps within two feet of a computer terminal, which really, is quite rare and for good reason. Did you miss him making an ass of himself? I know you did, and so does he, which is why when the feed buzzes into life you'll see him.

A lit cigarette in one hand and a snifler of some alcoholic variety in the other-- he's had a few. Probably his other half's doing.

Get ready guys; he's going nostalgic on your ass]

Allo mes amis! It is I. A -- hmm, beautifully pickled Frenchman. [He's slurring and smiling and he is oh so rarely seen like this. Lacking poise, that is] Forgive me; I am beside myself. You see, this is the first time in decades-- decades that I have been in such a situation. And you know what that is?

[He's taking a drag from his cig, blowing a rather nice ring by the way. For dramatic effect.]

Of course you do, you silly ones. In less than a week--I believe--it will be Christmas. Joyeux Noel! Back home I would be up to my neck in planning celebrations, oui? Music, catering... the decorations. [Fuck it, he's wistful and taking in more alcohol by the minute] Ah-- those were fond memories, you all.

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Everyone, and I mean everyone [leaning in, just to prove his point, pointing with his cigarette hand at the screen because YOU are everyone] would have themselves a beautiful time, ouais? I would go party to party, dazzling -- because I am a handsome man DESPITE WHAT OTHERS MAY ELUDE TO, and at the end of the night?

[Oh, the smile he's giving is the kind that put lesser men in jail for assault. It is oozing 'charm'. Probably more drunken idiot]

Ah, but that was when I had the urge to be romantic, n'est-ce pas? This Godforesaken place--
Well, we do not need to go into my personal life that WAS, of course. But know that this was a very welcoming time that I looked forward to.

And this place is not even serving EGG NOG. [FLOURISHING LIKE A BASTARD] That is the most simple of traditions. [sip; puff; a steady look] I insist this be remedied immediately.

I think that we deserve some sense of joviality. Help me help you. [Dropping a wink just for the sake of that old time's sake]

[ the hesitance is practically palpable as the screen flickers for a second and reveals this cute little face, looking all sorts of uncomfortable. you see, Rory doesn’t ever get drunk. ever. so waking up in a strange place after full-body paralysis is actually really really terrifying. help please. ]

Um. I’ve seen videos like this and I imagine that’s how everyone finds one another so I’m going to try it. So. Me name’s Rory Flanagan and I’d really like to know what’s going on. I mean, I’m all for discovering new places and learning new things but I don’t really think this is the right way to go about it…

[ his voice is very small. ]

Can I at least know if anyone else from McKinley is here? Does anyone know Finn Hudson? [ he’s got very few friends and Finn’s one of them. the only one. so if anyone knows him for the love of God, tell Rory. ]

Young Master? Miss Elizabeth? I do not believe I will be able to acquire tea befitting your delicate palates. [He does look rather disappointed.] Additionally, I would like to suggest that we do not leave one another's presence for too long. I cannot say what might lurk in the halls.

I am confident that I can handle whatever may come our way. Thus far, it seems like a child's tricks. [His lips twist wryly before he bows to the camera.] For those of you who do not know me: I am Sebastian Michaelis, the butler of Earl Ciel Phantomhive. If you are an acquaintance of my Master, feel free to contact me for assistance any time.

Recently it's been boring. Like, I'm so glad all the creepy stuff is gone and over with but I still miss normal city life or at least going to see family now and again.

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Would anyone like a make-over? There's a few who are kind of in desperate need of it. [CoughcoughVietnamcoughcough.] But I'd sure love to be able to primp someone up nicely.

[Sora seems a bit nervous, but then, he'll smile somewhat, although it's still kind of. There.]

Um, hey. I'm worried about my dad... Has anyone seen him before they came here? Even if it was before I came here! Um... I drew a picture.

[And then he'll hold up the drawing. It isn't too good, but...]

( OOC Cut for image! )

...I'm not the best artist, but. This is him! Thanks ahead of time for any information!

_{[The screen shakes a little bit before everything settles out; Marceline is actually sitting on her bed rather than floating a few inches over it, and her bass is leaning against the furniture just in the corner of the screen. She's smiling, calm but with a hint of underlying excitement. This is going to be so math.]}

Hey, so I know there's no way I'm the only person in this crazy tower who likes music. And there's no way I'm the only person who has an instrument. So maybe we could all get together and jam sometime or something. If anyone's cool with that.

Anyway, just leave me a message here if ya wanna, or drop by either room 2-01 or the 14th floor. If I'm not in one, I'll be in the other probably. Later!

_{[The screen cuts off abruptly; her message has been delivered and that's all she really cares about.]}

Wait a second.

I came to the library, saw these computers here, and out of curiosity’s sake tried to get the internet only to realize there isn’t one.

No yahoo. No Facebook. …WHAT AM I GOING TO WITHOUT FARMVILLE? MY CROPS ARE WITHERING AND YOU COULDN’T CARE LESS!!!

My virtual pets are going to get all dirty and pack up house to go over to one of my neighbors. My Sims are going to grow as weary and depressed as some of the folk I’ve passed in the halls here—and certainly that silver haired guy I’m rooming with. Wow. Talk about needing a little passive to mute out the aggressive! Swore he was staring daggers at me one night as I lay in bed.

Never. Again.

Oh.

I guess hearing that the world didn’t explode would be a perk of having a functioning social networking site, sure. Even CNN would’a been nice.

Can someone help a guy out? Any techies? Come on please?

[The screen flickers on, and a very confused face appears. He's right up at the screen, squinting and trying to figure out if he's making this work properly.]

Umm... hello? Is anybody there? I've been captured again! I hope it's not by England, because then he's going to feed me disgusting food. I don't want disgusting food! Or what if it's somebody else who makes even worse food...

[He tugs at the violet collar around his neck.]

What if they've captured me and want to make me their pet? Dog food doesn't taste nice. I tried it once and it made me ill all day.

[His odd curl seems to be upside down, and tears are starting to form at his eyes. He starts to look around.]

1. What the hell is up with that one new floor?

2. You troll people, no one cares about that blood color thing here and there are more than one of some of you so it's really stupid to post entries like OH MY BLOOD IS A BIT MORE PURPLE THAN YOURS OH YOU ARE TYPING WITH THE WRONG COLOR over and over.

3. Maybe we should make a movie or something to give to new people so we don't have to keep telling everyone.

4. Did anyone else fill out some weird survey without wanting to?

5. Can we go back to that new floor thing, because WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH THE BLOOD AND THE SCREAMING.

[A very pissed off Latina girl, wearing the catsuit provided to her, is gracing your screen for the first time! Have I mentioned she's not very happy with the current situation?]

Look, I don't know whose bright idea it was to kidnap me, but you grabbed the wrong girl. [she waves one hand around] I am from Lima Heights Adjacent, you know what goes on there? It's not pretty. So you best be lettin' me go.

Also this collar has gotta go. I appreciate kinky sex games as much as the next girl, but kidnapping is not the way to go. I'm totally not playing out your stupid fantasies. [she sits back and crosses her arms] You could have just asked.

Oh and one last thing, [she holds up the note] Was this like terrorists or did Berry just talk about herself too much? This is like the worst practical joke in the history of jokes. Can I go home now?

[The camera turns on to a red-haired girl dressed all in white. Chidori's in the midst of putting some of her hair up with the two small (and hopefully fake) swords in her hands, motions swift and practiced. Precise. She stares down the camera of the computer, her face an impressive blank, and settles her hands elegantly in her lap as she finishes with her hair. When she speaks, her voice is quiet and practically as impassive as her expression.]

To my... mysterious benefactor.

[There's a shift in her expression, subtle but nearly palpable, and her golden eyes narrow slightly.]

If you saved me, and you did not save them, then believe me, no one will save you.

[Her expression returns to full neutrality then, and she seems to hesitate before speaking again.]

Minato, Jin, Ken. If you are here, I am in 1-19.

Don't keep me waiting.

[That is as much as she apparently deems fit to say, and she doesn't hesitate again before turning the camera off.]

Ignore. ♥