01; accidental video

[harooo]

[ While fumbling with his device, Haru had somehow managed to start an accidental video recording. The view was currently of him lying out on a bed with bright red sheets, swinging his legs up and down. His brow furrowed in confusion as he looked down at his device, as if suddenly noticing something, and then he turned it about in his hands. Now, the camera was facing another boy that looked to be about his age, with bright red hair the same color as the sheets. This boy was folding clothes and putting them away in a closet. ]

Yuki! You said you'd explain to me how this phone works, remember?

[ The said redhead looks up from his current task of folding a shirt that has a bunch of yellow stars on it, unaware that the video was on. For now. ]

Oh yeah... Wait, why are you pointing it at me like that?

[ That face Yuki's making? It quickly dissolves into something closer to panic as he realizes what that blinking light means. ]

[ Quickly he reaches over to try and grab the phone from Haru. ]

Haru, turn that thing off-!

Ehh, it's on? I wondered because the light was red--! But Yuki, don't take it!! And you're making that face again, it's not good!

[ Haru will stretch his arm and turn and twist this way and that, trying to keep the device out of Yuki's grip. ]

Does this mean we can talk to people with it? Is that why you're trying to take it--? But what about Natsuki and Akira, maybe we can find them with this!

Don't film me! [ His voice squeaks, 'that face' just getting worse. If anything he just tries to push the camera's view off of him. ]

I- I'll teach you how to text! No video!

[ During the struggle, Yuki accidentally hits the button to turn the device back off. The feed ends there (for now.) ]

First Axe // VIDEO

[watchyafeet]

[The video feed turns on to show a mechanical girl in a summer school uniform, a troubled look on her face. She gives a heavy sigh, before making her announcement, her speech carrying a strange rendition of a Kansai Bronx accent:]

A'ight, I flew around practically everywhere, and I've still got nuthin' about this place. Sorry I couldn't track down anythin' useful, guys. I'll keep lookin', though.

[Now that's been over with, it's time to move on to her second subject. She'd really like people's opinion on something. Her eyes practically light up with happiness as she smiles, showing that she's quite excited about this subject.]

... Anyway. There are schools in this district, ain't there? Ya think they'd let someone like me attend...? I'd really like that. [She lets out a small chuckle.] Heh. Maybe I can even be th' Student Council President again.

[Can robots be Student Council Presidents, though? She seems sad upon realizing that.]

Just kiddin'. I know that ain't ever gonna happen...

First Myth ♥ Introduction

[sweetnightmare]

[When the video feed first turns on, the first thing it shows is sky and buildings, then shortly after is shifted about to actually be focused on her face.]

Oh! There we go.

[She smiles, though seems a little unsure-and who wouldn't, considering they've been kidnapped and brought here. Before she can say anything more though another face shoves its way into view, blocking her own. It is, ladies and gents, a dragon. Okay, a very small dragon, all things considered, but it's still a dragon. Black scales patterned with bright blue markings, a beaked face with long, slightly curved horns. Four sturdy looking legs, all equipped with sharp looking claws, a long, spaded tail and a pair of large, leathery wings complete the image. It's only about the size of an eagle though, and perched somewhat awkwardly on her shoulder, like it's afraid to lose its balance or hurt her or something. Nonetheless, you're all staring at a dragon now as it eyes up the screen suspiciously, and then the next second you're looking at the inside of its mouth as it snatches the phone from her hand.]

Bawwy! Stop, what are you doing? Give that here!

[Eventually, after a bit of a struggle, she manages to wrestle the phone away from the dragon again, wiping off the screen on her sleeve before sighing a little.] Don't do that, you'll break it.

[The dragon turns its head away, seeming to sulk a little, and snorts, sending a few sparks crackling through the air from its nostrils.

Shaking her head, Luna smiles at the camera again.] I'm so sorry about that, he's a little cranky today. I don't think he likes being taken away from our home any more than I do. [But at least she still has manners.] Hmm, speaking of. Does anyone know of a way to get back home from here?

I | Video;

[reno4prez]

[The video feed opens on a close-up shot of a grin, zooming out a few seconds later to give a full view of Reno's face. Once the camera has been adjusted, Reno sits back, resting his arms casually behind his head and aiming what he considers to be a winning smile at his audience.]

All right. So like, we're stuck here. And there's a lot of folks out there who seem pretty pissed about that -- I get it. But see, I'm the kinda guy who likes to think positive. [He cocks his head, enunciating each syllable with precision.] Let's just say that I'm choosin' not to complain about a little bit of surprise vacation time. So, what I'm thinkin' is that we got plenty of people out there already doin' the recon task, tryin' to figure out why we're here and how the hell we're eventually gonna get home.

But I got a different mission -- a very important and serious mission -- for those of you who choose to accept it.

[Here, he lets the chair fall back onto all four feet for dramatic effect, leaning in towards the camera conspiratorially.]

Now, this ain't no easy task, believe you me. What I need is a dedicated team of individuals who are gonna give their all to this mission -- which I can tell you is a very delicate matter that's gotta be approached with the utmost care and shit. We gotta do our research, yo. And we gotta compile all our findings to figure out how to proceed...

...to figure out which bar is the best place to go for a god damn drink.

[He sits back again, still grinning like a cat.]

So, who wants to go bar hopping?

01: The Music of a Free Man; video

[defaming]

[Someone's in a good mood. It's this tall, blond man here, the one with the glasses and the sunny smile.

After all, why wouldn't he be pleased? This kidnapping hasn't fazed him in the least. In fact, he looks on it as a stroke of luck. Before arriving in Lochwell, he'd been trapped in a jail cell (if a rather well-appointed one), with nothing to look forward to but his own execution. Now he's a free man. There are no charges against him here.

Now he has his own residence in Orlea, and he has his dog, Vongole, with him. (Yes, that's a Golden Retriever you might be able to glimpse in the background, sitting obediently still.) He even has a violin.

It is this violin that he's currently playing. It's an impromptu concert and a celebration of his freedom. It's a song he used to play when he was young, one he knows by heart. A complex melody, allegretto vivace, the difficulty of which had always appealed to him. Kristoph is no professional, but he's a talented amateur. There's only one thing wrong with his performance that someone with a keen ear for music might notice. In spite of being technically perfect, there's absolutely no emotion in the notes. It's all precision, no passion.

When he finishes playing his song, he's beaming. He untucks the violin from under his chin and lowers his bow, then inclines his head in greeting toward where he's set his phone down to record himself.]

Good day. I hope you will forgive a man a moment's indulgence. Upon receiving this exquisite instrument, I was overcome. [Surely anyone cultured would appreciate such a performance.]

If you'll allow me to introduce myself, I am Kristoph Gavin, and I currently reside in Orlea. In my usual milieu, I am a defense attorney. [No, he isn't. Not anymore.] As we are in this situation together, as birds in a flock, or leaves of a single tree, blown by the same mysterious winds, we may as well get to know each other. Become congenial, even. [Why not establish himself as just that: congenial? It never hurts to cultivate a pleasant public image. Although he hopes he doesn't have to socialize with too many undesirables. There's no way of telling who may have been brought here, or what kind of people they are.]

[The Retriever rises to her feet and approaches her master. Placing his bow carefully on a table, he leans down to stroke her head.] This is Vongole. She's a very good girl. She won't bite without being told. [Ha. This is a joke. Kristoph style.] And I don't bite at all, so please don't hesitate to introduce yourselves.

It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm sure.

001 ♚ video

[blinged]

My my, I was prepared for a few more surprises, but this certainly wasn't what I had in mind! Unlike many of you, I'm not at all used to being caught off guard.

[For all his confessed surprise, Gil looks right at home seated at a table in a tech-y cafe in Crystalden, device propped up against the ketchup bottle. He stirs his milkshake, then stops to take a sip. There's a lot on his mind at the moment, there's no denying that; beneath the calm, lazy enjoyment, he's taking in his surroundings and turning them over in the back of his mind.]

It's too bad my knowledge doesn't extend to the queen or her funny little kingdom - I guess that's all part of the game, though, isn't it? It wouldn't be much fun if they let someone in who already knew the ending.

[Prying his gaze away from a girl on the other side of the cafe, he turns back to the device and gives a bright, easy smile]

I have other things I could be doing, but this isn't a poor distraction either. You can call me Gil -- I'm looking forward to playing with all of you!

X01 | Anonymous Text

[d33tached]

[D33 won't bother introducing himself to you. He doesn't plan on staying here any longer than he has to, after all, and since the King and Queen's explanation seemed hardly satisfactory to him, he's decided to go about gathering some information on his own.

[He'll start simple:]

Has anyone managed to escape as of yet?

1st Slice [Voice/ action open for Lochwell]

[cowabunga_87]

'Sup Mallow Hallow? Name's Michelangelo. If any of you humans happen to see any other green turtles walking around or a rat. Let me know they're my compadres.

Also, if you've ever in Lochwell feel free to spot by for some pizza. You know as long as you're some evil guy bent on taking this place over or somethin'.

Order I | Crystalden [Action]

[therabbithearted]

[Among the the flashing lights and tall buildings, you may spot a little girl walking the streets at night, particularly that of the young Hellsing master. Her expression is one of insecurity and bewilderment... Just where was she, exactly?

Don't be shy. Feel free to confront the little one. Just be aware, she carries a sword on her. She may be unwilling to use it, but that hardly means she doesn't know how to.]

001|Video|Orlea (open for action there)

[esper_child]

[The video reveals a very confused young woman with very vivid green hair, staring rather uncertainly at the screen, as though she's never seen anything quite like it before. This is, of course, entirely accurate.]

I... don't... I don't understand any of this at all.

Locke? Edgar? Sabin? Are any of you out there?

I don't... I don't want to be alone.

001 | Video | Whitewood

[ex_shadowstep567]

It takes some nerve ripping holes in the fabric of space and time doesn't it? This Queen Queenie woman is clearly insane and I hope for your own sakes someone decides to do something about it.

Otherwise my only pressing complaint is the fairies.

Do you think I'd get in trouble if I got rid of them? They're a pain in the ass.

001 ❖ [video]

[prosecutory]

[ The video starts to show a man with a sense of refinement and formality, sitting primly at a desk in what seems to be a rather spacious and neat and normal apartment. The bed is made, the closets are closed, and not a single item seems to be out of place, pretty much. The occupant himself is wearing a suit with a distinct shade of red (if you ask him, he’ll say it’s red, but others might say magenta, or pink), a dark vest and a frilly white cravat. His gray eyes betray a touch of impatience and irritation, but he remains still and clears his throat. ]

Good morning. My name is Miles Edgeworth, and I am a public prosecutor. Like all of you, I have been brought to this...this location against my will and through as yet unknown means.

[ Standing not so primly behind him is a girl. And, while Edgeworth may be the picture of poise and dignity, his companion with the bright pink shirt and the golden key dangling from her ponytail is most definitely not. This could be attributed to the way she’s currently mimicking his posture and expression with exaggerated motions. Edgeworth frowns, she grimaces comically. He clears his throat, she clutches at hers like she’s choking.

It’s probably a good thing that he hasn’t turned around yet. ]

And as of now, no one has found a way to leave and return to where they came from. [ He folds his arms across his chest, tapping his right index finger on his left arm. Edgeworth clearly wants nothing better than to return to where he came from, and still does not notice what the girl behind him is up to. ] Though we currently have information regarding the various districts and our...hosts, there is a dearth of knowledge not only regarding how we got here and how to leave, and why we are even here in the first place.

[ The girl makes a noise, a hoity-toity quiet sort of “harrumph harrumph”, as she folds her arms in imitation of Edgeworth’s pose. When he glances over his shoulder at her, though, her hands are clasped in front of her chest and her gaze is earnest and absolutely innocent. ]

That’s horrible, isn’t it, Mr. Edgeworth? All those unsolved mysteries! All those uneaten Swiss Rolls I stashed under your couch cushions, left to get all moldy... we should get on that investigation bit soon!

[ He lets his arms drop. Though he is now facing away, one could figure out from his voice that his expression is very deadpan. ]

If you do leave anything under my couch, you are responsible for cleaning it up, Kay. [ The prosecutor faces his phone again, forehead furrowed in thought. ] Now, this brings me to my proposal: It would do us and potential newcomers good to have a document compiled with what we know, as it may help us deduce new information and lead us closer to the truth, instead of simply leaving everyone’s findings scattered across the network. I have scoured it for anything worth remembering, but anyone should feel free to contribute.

[ He pauses to reach up and adjust his cravat a bit.

In response, Kay reaches up to arrange her muffler in the manner of his cravat. Except that mufflers aren’t cravats and instead of adjusting hers, she tightens it a little too much and lapses into a squeaky choked noise when it proves a wee bit uncomfortable.

At that, Edgeworth turns around again, a bit faster this time. ]

What are you doing?!

[ Before dealing with his assistant, he reaches out to switch his phone off. The last thing anyone will hear is Kay’s protest of “You’ll scare them all away if you don’t lighten the mood!!” That’s all, folks.

And expect tags from either Edgeworth, Kay, or both of them. ]

TEXT

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

While I've not an objection to a sun that doesn't burn or a world that...s33ms kinder. And pinker. And paler. Or at least I assume so by the strange people who brought me to this 'District'. Orlea.

Alternia isn't as nice but the rule of a leader who allows no questions is still... How did I get here? I don't actually recall being on a ship and the

I am not making much sense

You cant live in a bookhive can you
Which is to say
A hive made of books
I think the Tomeradicator does not appreciate it.