arcanarum

[Somehow Germany has managed to turn on this strange communication device. Needless to say: He's thrilled. Like, not at all. All there is to see for now is Germany's face and bare shoulders. Note that fine red ribbon wrapped around and neatly tied at the back of his neck.]

So if these information are correct, this... Thing is to be used for communication. Fine. Then I demand to know what the meaning of this is. Which island is meant in these instructions and who-

[The nation grimaces and glances away from the screen, downwards to something he may be holding in his hand.]

Who is this Rapunzel person?

theoperaghost

[It is just before midnight when the feed crackles to life, at first the only sound being the silence of night. The video itself is quite dark, with only a few stars in the sky. There are also the embers of a glowing fire visible. Next to fire is a man, or at least what one assumes to be a man, because the fire is glowing off a white mask and not much more. Suddenly, a deep voice speaks, one which is commanding and rather cold.]

To whomever has so graciously brought me to this island: if you are a servant of the Shah-in-Shah, and have brought me here to kill me, you have made a grave mistake in allowing me the leisure of time. [The voice quietly turns toward the compact, a rope in his hands that is fashioned in the shape of a noose.] Not only were you foolish enough to arm me with a sword at the start, but you also seem to forget that I am known for my ability to kill.

[He begins coiling the rope around his arms, to make it easier to carry.] It would simply be best for everyone if you refused your loyalty to the Shah-in-Shah and sent me on the next boat to Europe. I will spare your life if this is done.

And if it is not a servant of the Shah-in-Shah, you should also heed my warning. I am an excellent tracker, and I have scoured every inch of this island in the past few days - I will find you. [He finishes coiling the rope, and stands, prodding at the fire a little to keep it going.] The imbeciles who run my opera house will have it in ruins if I do not hurry back to Paris. Do make yourselves known, won't you?

Be quick about it, or the Opera Ghost shall have to come to you, and that would be most unpleasant.

[He suddenly moves to the compact, his cloak billowing out behind him before there is no more.]

(( ooc: Removing this account from the comm after the event is over, but, here's your chance to interact with Phantom!

Also ACTION OPPORTUNITY for anyone who happens to be venturing into the forest! You can bump into him there, but he will not be pleased with your presence. ))

lusitania

[That sound you hear coming through your compact is from a bright red face of a nation, kneeling down and staring intently into the screen. This was the easiest way to get in contact with a lot of people, as far as he was concerned, and the frustrated Portuguese man was tired of trying to figure out his stupid compact by himself.

All he'd wanted to do was send out a text bulletin. The problem was, he couldn't understand how. And so, he opened his mouth to say something...]

♫ Caaan--someone help meeee? I looked into the mirror and...

[Well, this first so called transformation by the mirror had begun, and it had manifested itself in a deep, baritone singing voice in a familiar tune.]

And, I am not sure what's going on...♫

[Portugal snaps his mouth shut and glowers at the screen. All he wanted to do was send a message and save himself this embarrassment. His gift was his song, or something like that.]

paysdelamour

[The scene that appears seems to be inside one of the Navy housing units. To the right is a man that seems very familiar, one ridiculously fashionable Frenchman. To the left, off in the background, is Portugal, who is busy scribbling on something with his back turned to the camera. France smiles a bit before speaking.]

Allo, mes amis! We are busy working on the finishing touches, mais, with a little help from all of you, Afonso and I just might have a plan to leave this island.

[France turns to look over at Portugal to see how it's going along. Then, he turns back to the camera.]

We are planning on making a boat, in the dead of night, and then sailing off the island. It will hold all of us here... that much has been taken care of. What we need is your help to complete this plan.

Would you stop with the dramatics?

Oh, very well then, spoilsport. [Francis may have just given the camera the teeniest bit of a pout.

Portugal pokes his head up from behind Francis for a moment--he's carrying the blueprints to the the boat in his arms, and despite his tone, he can't hide his smile.]

Allow me to describe what is going on, without the Shakespearean touches. I have been informed that every person here can simply wish for the things they want, so we are going to use that to our advantage. Each person is to wish for one part of the boat, as to not arouse suspicion. I have my plans, here.

[He lifts the blueprints, holding them up.] But as for who is wishing for what, I am not completely sure.

[Suddenly, Francis' head pops up in front of the blueprints, his charming smile having reappeared.] And this is where I will come in, mes chéris!

The Rose district, to the North, is closest to the docks. This means that to avoid as much interference from the Rulers as possible, we will meet at the Rose district, use someone's home to summon the parts, and then send them through town to the docks. Ah, if anyone in the Rose district is listening, let us borrow your homes, s'il vous plaît! The sooner we wish all the pieces into being, the better.

From there, we'll all come together and build the boat in the night. I will be supervising the building, and I need to speak with those of you that have any experience in working with this sort of thing. I tried to make the prints as simple as possible, though.

As for any other issues, I will be the captain of the voyage. Needless to say, I have a little bit of experience sailing off the end of the Earth. [Now Portugal's smiling like an idiot.] Does that make sense?

Perfect sense, mon ami. [He gives Portugal a little bit of a smile, before turning back to the camera.]

Alors, to sum up: this will all be happening tomorrow night, into the morning of the 24th. Everyone will meet in the Rose district, and those that are building can take the big pieces to the dock first to get started. Then those that are imagine the parts and bring them to the docks will stay. The rest will follow Portugal. And of course, when it is complete, we may all leave this island.

I suppose this is all we need to say about our plan... mais, if you have any questions, please ask! We will be more than happy to help you. Meanwhile we should continue working, to make sure everything is perfect. Au revoir, mes chéris!

(( ooc: France is in Blue, Portugal is in Green. Both of them will respond to posts with their own threads, unless a response is specifically directed to only one of them. If you have any problems with the colors, please let me know on Plurk or AIM and I will provide a transcript! ))

argo

[It only takes a few seconds for this man to figure out the video after opening up the compact. But, because this man seems to be almost seven feet tall, the first thing that anyone watching the feed would see is a big, broad chest.

After realizing where the video camera lies on it, the man attempts to hunch his back down toward the compact, but it's no use - the only thing the video catches is his chin. Finally, the man gives out an angry grunt, and he slips off the bed onto the floor with a bit of a thud - not that he seemed to be phased at all or anything.]

Whoever brought me here, I'd like to have a word with you. What you're doing is suicide. My country's government won't stand for the kidnapping of a Gundam Fighter, regardless of whether the Gundam Fight is over. Not only will you have all of Neo-Russia's forces hunting you down, but you have me to deal with.

[He then gives off another angry growl.] If you have a tranquilizer powerful enough to knock me out, you must have some pretty heavy stuff. But I am sure you're well aware of my days as a space pirate. I was a rather formidable opponent back then... but, after competing in a tournament of some of the world's best Gundam Fighters, you should see me now. I will not let you get the jump on me again, and I will not let you stand in my way! I'll take you all on even without my Gundam! Consider yourselves warned!

[With a click, the feed disappears.]

(( ooc: Action opportunity for Sora Naegino and Domon Kasshu! :3 Come meet your new roomie. ))

tomate

[ The feed turns on and you see a man that appears to topless with a pair of bull horns on his head. Upon closer inspection, the horns are clearly fake and are just a part of a headband. He doesn't seem to mind it much, but clearly prefers to at least have some proper clothes. ]

Ah, I seem to be somewhere I don't know!

I wanna help but now's not the best time plus you didn't really ask me and I would like to know ahead of time !! I don't mind coming back later though... But can anyone tell me where I am?

Also I'll need more clothes than what I woke up with. . .

waterformybath

[ Howl had woken up and found himself in a strange place wearing strange clothes. Understandably, he's a little confused. At the moment he's inspecting himself in the compact's mirror. Whether by luck or the device's own sense of humour, it hasn't thrown glitter at him or done anything other than what you'd expect a compact to do. So Howl has no idea he's holding a magical communicator (that is currently broadcasting his visage to the network) and is closely examining a silver medallion in the reflection. ]

Hmm...

Current Mood: confused

foundtheindies.livejournal.com

[The video feed to Afonso's communicator cuts on with a noise of something being shifted around and banged; the sight of Afonso's fingers coming back from the top of the communicator as he attempts to fiddle with it come first, then his face, lips pursed as if he was skeptical. The parchment is clutched to his chest, and he looks down at it again for reassurance before speaking.]

Have I been kidnapped? Who in the world is Christian, for that matter? I do believe you have the wrong person; I am but a humble trader [Practiced kidnapping excuse] who was lost on his way through Dutch territory. I must assume this is Holanda's fault, or possibly Turquia's--although, should that be the case, I'd ask that he kindly show his cowardly Moorish face before I cut off his trading rights all together.

[His face slides into a grin for a second, then the brunette scoffs and pushes away from the mirror, grumbling something in Portuguese under his breath about 'ridiculous mirrors' and starts to fidget about the room, studying the various pieces of technology in the room with an expression not far off from awe on his face. The video feed remains on, and Afonso apparently doesn't have a clue. Honestly, the first chance he gets to get back on his ship with his own flag flying over his head, going to visit Brazil for the first time in God-knows-how-many long, horrifically Spanish years, and he's whisked right off of it. Where was his ship, for that matter? And his maps? ...And his things? ]

paysdelamour

(( ooc: Action for anyone in the Navy housing district, or anyone who happens to wander to Navy district! Replies for this will be coming from

petitfleurdelis. The song little Francis is singing is here if you're interested or curious about the translation: LINK ))

[This particular video starts with a flash of green grass, and then straight up into the morning sky. It appears to have been dropped, and somehow turned on by accident. Suddenly, a young hand grasps the part with the camera, and picks it up again. After shifting it into his other hand, the picture shows an adorable little blond boy, with bright blue eyes, wearing what looks to be a button-down shirt that's far too big for him. And behind him, one of the units in the Navy Housing district, explaining the little boy's location too. Anyone who knows or has seen Francis Bonnefoy would probably recognize this boy instantly, or at least guess who this little boy might be related to.

As he leans in closer to examine the device he picked up, he pokes it. Then he decides it's pretty enough that he likes it, so he puts it back in the pocket it must have fallen from. He doesn't close the device so all one can now see is the inside of his pocket.

After a little while, he starts singing to himself, as a little hand comes into view again occasionally to deposit a flower into the same pocket.]

Ah! Vous dirai-je Maman,
Ce qui cause mon tourment?
Papa veut que je raisonne,
Comme une grande personne,
Moi je dis que les bonbons,
Valent mieux que la raison.

[The song is to the tune of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star", and appears to be in a language that sounds remarkably similar to the language Francis speaks, although to anyone who knows French it might sound more... archaic, since the vowels are a little different. Anyone care to stop this little boy?]

ex_unitedstates491

[There's a large blue eye on screen before the owner backs away to show a young man's confused face. He blinks a few times while tapping his finger on the screen, then smiles brightly.]

Oh sweet, it's working!! [He's definitely not using his indoor voice. You may have to turn down the volume on your own device.]

Okay! So, if you guys out there can hear me, I'd just like to send out a big 'HOWDY'! [He winks and salutes with two fingers.] You can call me 'America' and I'm filling in for this cowboy dude named 'Pecos Bill' while he's out on vacation or something. Don't worry, guys, I've been doing this hero thing for a long time; I already got this all planned out, see?!

[He holds up a sheet of paper to the screen for a few seconds.]

Totally awesome, huh?! Anyways, if you guys run into outlaws or monsters or anything, I'm your hero to call!

soulofaginger.livejournal.com

[G comes on the screen looking rather sweaty, by the looks of it he's outside, and judging by the quiver on his back he's somewhere that would involve shooting arrows. Though to those who have seen him before may notice he is lacking the very prominent tattoo on his face and his hair seems to be taking a lighter tone.]

Hello to all the new arrivals and those who don't know me, I'm G, and I'm plannin' on formin' a little... "expedition" into the forest. I'm lookin' for anyone with any sort of combat experience to come along. Any information about the forest would be welcomed as well. Thanks.

paysdelamour

(( ooc: Action opportunity for Spain/The Selkie ;u; I LIVE WITH YOU NOW <333 ))

[The scene opens upon a backdrop of a bedroom, which seems to be decorated à la "Dungeon Torture Chamber". There are bars on the windows and cobblestone walls and floors, and the wall opposite is decorated with various old torture implements and devices - though the bed beside is rather lavishly decorated with various colors of red and black, in silks, linens, and velvets. Other than the new clothes, the person in the frame doesn't seem like he fits in the room at all; he is a handsome, blond man, with bright blue eyes and a little bit of blonde scruff on his chin. And, more importantly, he's giving off a smile.]

Would anyone care to explain to me why I'm in this place, and clad in nothing but black? I appreciate whoever wanted to see me naked, but really, you did not have to go through so much trouble, you could have simply asked me!

And it may be a little late to say this, mais, while I am into a little bit of roleplaying now and again, I'm not exactly a sadomasochist. I need to get to know you first, monsieur ou madame!

si-espana.livejournal.com

[The first thing you see when the video loads is a bare chest. It's a pretty nice chest, just the right side of lean with a bit of muscle. Then you hear a soft humming sound that sounds a bit puzzled, like someone is trying to figure something out. Then the the view tilts up and then you get bare shoulders (nice, broad swimmer shoulders), a neck and then finally, a face]

[Emerald green eyes blink from under curly, unruly brown bangs as Spain stares into the compact]

...Is this working now?

Can... Anyone hear me? See me?

Hello?

awesomemich

[Prussia has been trying to figure out how to work the mirror communicator since he showed up several days ago, but this is the first time he managed to get the thing to turn on, now he's pressing buttons at random, looking annoyed. As everyone else is a wooden puppet, so is he.]

So dis ist a communication device? [his voice has a pretty thick German accent]

[he ends up switching to text, by accident, and it's several minutes for him to realize this]

Which button turns it back?

[several minutes later it's voice, he managed to get the text off]

--unawesome! Stupid wooden fingers. Can't even ask about that. OI! BRIT--[he shuts the mirror thing to go find his roommate, cutting the device off mid word.]

thewindything.livejournal.com

my friend artemis already put up a post apologizing but since this was also my fault i am putting one up, too.
i am really sorry we got everyone in trouble!!
i don't know what they are talking about in the flyer but it gives me a bad feeling!
this whole p

[ And then suddenly video pops on. Looks like he dropped the stupid compact and the video function turned on. A distant "Oh goddammit!" can be heard before hands are reaching out to pick it back up. You get a view of his face, which is annoyed and his donkey ears, which are pressed flat against his head in his distress.]

Shit, how do I turn this back off?

Whatever. Everyone just be careful! They could try to curse everyone else like they did us!

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