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[formidophobia.livejournal.com]

[The comm recording is black. And silent. Audible is a soft shuffling, the whisper of fabric, and then with a sound like a kksshfff, a yellow light like a distant star winks into life. It dances slowly, like a tiny flame, illuminating the black edges surrounding it, contextually suggestive of a glove's fingers.]

What's the worst thing you can imagine? Is it losing a loved one? Losing your sanity? Losing your limbs, or your life? Is it being trapped here, wherever here is, forever?

Do you have more than one nightmare, shuffling, jockeying for dominance in the dark parts of your mind you don't dare go - the places that take your breath away; the places that make you feel fragile and mortal...? That place where all the monsters are?

[the light glows brighter in the dark, catching a jagged smile out of proportion in the dark, teeth white and crooked.]

Can you trace those veins of stark, gibbering mute terror down into the hind-brain, where fear's roots grow deep and thick, entwined around the primal stem... dark cords prickling up and down your spine, sinking ice into your guts?

Isn't it glorious?

× I like my coffee black just like my metal

[fuelblade.livejournal.com]

[VIDEO]

[See your random MAC building kitchen. See Nero padding across it lazily - barefoot! - with something aluminum in his hand, steaming.

See Nero dropping it like a dead weight into the garbage bin.]


Even the freaking lasagnas are nasty.

I officially hate this city.

Fifteen [Video]

[vivi-sorrow.livejournal.com]

[The video feed opens with an explosion and the torutured cry of something getting incinerated. Vivi appears on camera a few seconds later. The camera appears to be attached to something he's carrying. He's wearing the gas mask again and is probably somewhere in the subway system due to all the Mist. A bolt of fire shoots out from his free hand and fries something off-camera before he lifts the mask off for a moment.]

The attacks are getting worse. I've been spending a lot of time down here trying to find the source. It's weird... there aren't any root systems anywhere for it to be part of the Iifa Tree, so I'm not sure what's causing it.

[He's about to say something else when he starts gagging and coughing. He hurriedly puts the mask back on, but he's still coughing. It's hard to tell from the camera being shaken as he coughs, but it looks like something really big and round is coming through the Mist. The figure vanishes as Vivi stumbles forward before breaking into a run. You can't quite tell what he's actually saying through the mask, but it sounds like screaming...]

[A sudden arc of electricity from Vivi's hand kills the communicator. He might reply later.]

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[barnaboo.livejournal.com]

[ Barnaby, Kotetsu ]

[The video turns on. Barnaby's expression is level, but barely. There is clattering and muffled chatter in the background in what appears to be a room at the MAC. He clears his throat and begins.]

The longer I spend in this city, the more clear it has become. There is a relief that comes with unemployment, but also a listlessness. Some people— [He pauses on this thought with a telling glance over his shoulder.] —feel the effect more than others.

Regarding the creation of HeroTV, I—

[However, he is interrupted by the sound of a smoke detector going off and Kotetsu's very worried voice going:] Huh... it wasn't that big on TV. Maybe it was just the cameras.

[Soon, Kotetsu's face is up in Bunny's communicator, holding a pot with some very burned ... well, whatever it was supposed to be.] Hey, Bunny— not bad for a first try, huh? It's just a little burned but ... I think it's probably a good idea to buy some new pots and pans and I'll just make shrimp fried rice for dinner.

[From off screen, there is a sigh, barely heard over the incessant ringing of the smoke alarm.] You do realize I am responsible for this room, right? Did you put out the fire?

O-Of course I dooo— [Nope, there's a small fire breaking out near the stove that claims a few towels and Kotetsu has to rush to extinguish it.] No! This worked perfectly on Iron Chef! Maybe I had the heat too low? Or maybe there wasn't enough brandy? Or maybe too much?

[Barnaby pinches the bridge of his nose. He addresses the communicator again.] A variety in programming wouldn't hurt, either. If I have to sit through— [He turns his head sharply when there is a loud CRASH and yelp. A blue aura surrounds him, and a split-second later he is gone from the frame. The communicator bounces to the ground and shuts itself off.]

4th quibble . video

[i-seethestrals.livejournal.com]

[ There is a Luna on your screens, City. She's sitting on a bench in the park and looking exhausted. Not to mention sad. Still, when she turns to the camera, she smiles. Forever an optimist. ]

I don't suppose any of you have seen Neville Longbottom lately? I've been looking for him everywhere.

He's--

A very dear friend of mine. I hope he's all right.

If not, well... you could tell me your Halloween plans if you like. I haven't thought of any for myself yet, since I've been rather busy searching.

FIFTEEN: I don't even [VOICE -> VIDEO]

[livesarock]

[this is the voice:]

I'm not really sure I understand how the holidays and festivals really work around here...overall. If...there even is an ov--[WHUMPH--] WH-- GAH-!!

[loud speaker-wooshing.

loud...chicken squawking.

loud metal crashing.

tinny rattling.

breathless cursing.

three loud CLACKs, before the video function pops on, a fast-spinning screen. when it comes to a stop, Zelgadis is on his ass, back against a wall.

chicken in his lap, chicken..stuck on his head for a few seconds - plopping to the ground and scurrying away with another pair further off.

Zelgadis just...stares. what is his life.]

01 ✓ Video

[clochesommelier.livejournal.com]

- haps this...

[ An eye. Just one brilliant green eye looking through a peephole into a digital world. When he finally chooses to lean back, he spends most of his time frowning at the communicator's camera. Displeasure isn't the name of the game here, but more or less absolute confusion. He looks as if he hadn't quite adjusted to the blinding lights that surrounds him just yet, eyes slightly narrowed and eyebrows furrowed. ]

Is there someone there? Am I using this correctly?

[ A change in his expression now aligns with feeling as if he got its usage wrong and he doesn't look used to that at all. He lifts a hand to stroke his forehead and tilt his head, wondering what more he could possibly do. He seems to be still moving around and lands himself a new backdrop of a red brick wall to lean against. He decides he didn't do anything correctly and takes on talking to himself, the video feed still running. ]

There has to be some logical explanation for this... [ His voice crumbles into a damp whisper. ] Maybe an Oobemu pulling a dream stunt again? [ The longer he ponders, the more he starts to sink down along the wall until he's sitting on the ground. ] This is really leaving a bad taste in my mouth... [ He looks hopelessly at the camera. ] I can't come up with anything. Well, the only logical explanation feels completely illogical. Unless...

[ He strokes his finger along his chin and, with a small tone of optimism and a glint of geek in his eye, ]

A rip in space and time?

[ He appears ready to suggest something else, a beat of voice rising in excitement before the feed cuts off; a slip of the finger. ]

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[autocommander.livejournal.com]

[The camera goes on, revealing a haggard, disheveled man. His hair's in disarray, his eyes have bags, and he hasn't shaved in two or three days. He's wearing a maroon jacket and white t-shirt.]

Uh. Hi. I'm... uh. Oliver Peterson. I have these dog tags, and this thing, and I have no idea what I'm doing here. I'm in this room, and there's things here, and I don't know what's going on. People talking about heroes, and, and things like that. I... I'm not any of those things. Somebody made a mistake. Something's wrong. I just... I'm not what you're looking for. I'm not the one to light your darkest hour.

Please. Someone. Help me figure out why things went wrong.

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[galactic]

( obnoxious green courier! )