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[Ikuto could have gone anyways public and gotten an audience's attention and applause, but that wasn't his style. Crowds just got loud and annoying. He much preferred peace and quiet, although he did have his moments when he wanted to bug someone aka Amu.

Instead, he found a place where he could play his violin in peace. Feel free to bother him.]

suckonit

[Okay so technically they don't have phones in Ivore... let alone pillow phones. So at first he just kind of figures it's a regular pillow and since there's not much else for him to do here in a house made of pillows (seriously what the hell?) he starts using it as... well, a pillow. Which of course leads to the thing accidentally being turned on and... you can imagine what goes on from there. (Hint: lots of frustrated confusion, cursing at it, and attempting to break it open. He ends up accidentally recording himself a few times but it's nothing note worthy aside from the obvious fact he doesn't know what he's doing.)

And finally, success! First thing he's going to do? Complain.]

Whose idea of a sick joke was it to make an entire fucking district out of pillows? This place is so goddamn pink and fluffy it makes me want to puke. [tch. Luckily for him it would be hard to tell for anyone tuning in that he apparently made some kind of massive makeshift bed out of all of the pillows he found in his 'house'. If he's going to be miserable he might as well be comfy. And sleeping is one of his favorite hobbies.]

That Queenie's a real piece of work. Why the hell would anyone want to live in this dump? What do they even eat here? Pillows? [There's a joke there somewhere that he hadn't intended to make. No but seriously, he hasn't found any kind of food market or anything like that. It would help a lot if he got off his lazy ass though.]

So can anyone tell me where I can get a goddamn smoke around here? And where's the nearest whorehouse? I need another job.

godofnight

[Over a month has passed since Light has been trapped in Mallow Hallow. It's an unsettling degree of time for anyone who has been forcibly wrested away from their worlds by a megalomaniacal self-important Queen, but for a fledgling god who had been on course to purge the world of human rot, this is particularly devastating.

Light Yagami's extended absence from home means that Kira's punishment of criminals will have also come to an abrupt halt. While this remains, at best, circumstantial evidence to suggest that Kira's identity is that of one missing college student, there's no getting around the fact that L will have taken note of that pesky little coincidence.

And how much will his percentage have jumped up this time? Three percent? Ten percent? Fifty?

Only barely is he able to keep himself from scowling openly at the thought of Ryuuga/Ryuuzaki/L —whatever stupid alias the damn bastard wants to go by— leering at him from his own head.

No matter, Light has always been a suspect in the Kira case. As long as the task force can't get a hold of the death note, they won't have anyway of proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that he is Kira back home. And this, he knows, will prove to be impossible for them as he currently has both death notes, his and Misa's, in his possession.

So he'll probably have to adjust his plans. When he breaks out of this damn hellhole and returns home, he won't be able to resume the killings right away, but that's okay. This was never about winning the world overnight. it was always going to be a gradual conversion process, with or without L's interference. Light can still win this should he return home. This isn't an unsalvageable catastrophe.

Tucking his hands into his pockets, Light leaves his temporary home in Orlea to take a long walk to clear his head. There's no such thing as a fool-proof cage, but if on the off chance that there is one, Light refuses to acknowledge that Queenie could ever be its designer.]

((OOC: While this starts out in Orlea, Light will be walking all over Mallow Hallow, so feel free to bump into him wherever, just specify the location in your header.))

promotedpawn

[The image that flicks on shows Primo giving the phone a rather boring look, which isn't anything new to those who have met him so far. He lays sprawled on a crimson couch in his place as he frowns for a moment, considering how to start before he sighs.]

To those who were here to hear the welcome message from the queen... How do you feel realizing that it has been nearly a month since then? I've to admit that time has passed by faster than I expected, then again, maybe I just have gotten so used to time not matter to me that I have come to overestimate how slow it can go.

[he hums and offers a smile to the camera, a sincere one but that sounds slightly defeated as if he doesn't have full confidence in his next words going to be listened.]

I'm not a fan of introducing myself like this, so I'll spare you from hearing it for now. At any rate, I'll say that I'm a wizard, a powerful one even if in this place out powers are more limited. Because of that I want to give a shout out to every magic user that there is here. I've traveled a lot and seen many types of magic, some require wands, other require complex spells, others are temporal even unless given some help to regenerate. So I'm sure that there are some people out there who would benefit from having help with their magic should they decide to ask for it, of course.

I care not for what kind of magic you use, as I said I know many types and while I can't claim to know all the kinds of magic I'm confident to know most of them, neither I care about what help you may require. Help with learning to control your magic better, or even with learning new magic, with keeping your magic alive or with keeping yourself alive through magic, my offer for help has no limits other than that you have to ask for it. I won't help even if you need if you don't say you need it, but I assure you that I'll do everything in my current power to help if you do so.

Oh, and I already told Mami-chan the other day, but I guess it's better if I repeat it openly. Puella magi that are out there, should you notice something going wrong with your soul gems and decide to ask for help, feel free to come to me. I'm not a witch like the ones you know, but in the place I come from the only difference between a witch and me is that I'm male. I don't know if that may help your situation, but I consider it worth a try if things get serious.

[A pause.]

And for those wondering what is it on this for me? The answer is simple: it gives me something specific to do. Nothing more, nothing less.

losthere

[The screen flicks on to reveal a serious faced young man with hair that has little interest in the laws of gravity and eyes that glow a faint, eerie green. The background behind him appears to be a fuzzy lime green.

Except for the velociraptor sitting at the table wearing a top hat and monocle and delicately sipping tea from a very fragile looking cup, one claw carefully extended.

Cloud seems to be ignoring everything but the screen.]

I need a motorcycle. If anyone can help me find one, I'd appreciate it.

smallskull

[Assassin has been dutifully following her Master's orders, tracking one of the natives as part of the "game" he proposed to her. Sometimes, though, something else catches her eyes, and she finds herself distracted from the task at hand. This is one of those times.]

[Her target lives in Orlea, and from what she has gathered, music is one of his primary hobbies. So, it's no surprise when tailing him eventually leads to her following him into a store centered on as much. She has never really had the chance to listen to music before, much less any of the modern sort, so it isn't long before her attention falls away from him and onto the racks of CDs.]

[This is the backdrop when she decides ask a question of the populace at large. She wastes no time on an introduction or an explanation when she opens her mouth.]

What kinds of music are good?

[After this question is asked, if anyone is in the area and interested in stopping by the store, they may find Assassin inside, headphones held over her ears as she listens to whatever CD she happens to be sampling at the time. She has been picking what to listen to by how much she likes its name, which is maybe a little childish, but she is a child.]

presentbadge

[ The video feed turns on to a man's finger tapping against the lens. ]

Testing, testing, one two three... can you really all hear me on this thing?

[ Because talking to this chalkboard is still a bit surreal. Everything's a bit surreal, really. He's not sure he's up for looking out the window again. He draws his hand away. ]

My name's Wright, Phoenix Wright, attorney at law. Honestly, I'm hoping that this is just some sort of crazy dream... (Because that would explain a lot, really.) But on the off-chance that it isn't, it'd be great if anyone could tell me how to get back home. My client's life is on the line, here!

(Oh man, I really shouldn't have eaten that pizza right before bed last night... )

[ He rubs the back of his neck. ]

Any other information would be good, too.

(Like... what the heck is this place?)

Well, um. Thanks for listening!

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.

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. ]

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