First Waltz: [Accidental visual]

[curedvirtuoso]

[There's a soft click followed by soft music, as Marie opens the compact with some trepidation. There’s a surprised ‘Oh!’ before she speaks. She wasn’t expecting any of that to happen when she opened the compact. The accidental visual that shows is a rather pretty young woman with her light brown hair pulled back in a very pretty braid and the start of what looks like a lovely medieval dress on her shoulders.]

Oh, well, that’s a lovely song, but, but where am I?


[Marie’s head turns to the side, looking around. When she speaks again her voice is louder. She’s clearly looking for someone else in the room.]

Is anyone there?

[Her voice starts to quiver when no one answers. It's very worrying after all, being in a place you don't know or yet understand, being forced into clothing that you’ve never seen before. She turns around completely, hoping that somehow, someone will answer her.]

Primo ~ action/video

[serpente]

(ooc: EDITED - PLEASE KEEP THIS POST TO PG)


[ Whoever knew that reality could be so painful?

Mukuro came to on the floor, where he'd landed after trying to roll out of his bed. The sheets were tangled around one of his legs, and his cheek rested on the ground. All in all, a very uncomfortable position. He kicked feebly with his caught leg and succeeded in banging his knee when it came free, drawing a muffled gasp from him. It knocked into the nightstand and he heard something clatter (the communicator, fallen open and accidentally turned on). He dared not move any further, remembering how the sheets had felt like sandpaper against his skin before he'd rolled off of them. In any case he was too weak to.

His atrophied muscles had made him fall over the far side of the bed, where he was effectively hidden from the door to his room. Wherever he was and whoever had managed to abduct him from the Vongola's underground base must have done so while he was recovering after the battle against Byakuran. He kept his ears open, just in case those responsible should return. Weak he might be, but he would at least know their faces so that he'd know who to kill when he was stronger. ]


(ooc: Anyone watching through the communicator will see his bare feet, and maybe part of a leg. Thankfully, it blocks out anything that might be unsafe for minors. 8|)

In which Sophie complains to some fabric

[eldestdaughter]

[It seems Sophie has already been out and about. She has her ginger hair ties back and is now wearing a very sensible dress. Somehow the plain and slightly dulled dress looks very beautiful on her. She hasn't realized that the compact has popped open and is showing her from behind. She isn't really doing much after all. Just talking to the fabric of the toga and puella that she's fashioning into another dress.]

You've really made a mess of things this time Sophie. Somehow you've messed up Howl's spell and landed yourself in some strange place. Now how do you plan on getting yourself back? He may not be worried, but I'm sure Michael and Calcifer are. Or will be after a few days.