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Helllooooo everybear!

[ Teddie's on the line looking really excited about something. Who knows what he could be getting so excited about!

Behind him looks like there are a lot of stuffed bears (that even have clothes and such) and he's looking pretty excited ]

All of you need to come pick up your bear! They aren't the best, but I worked really hard to make one for everyone here, just because we've been here for a long time!

Teddie lives in Navy Unit 3!!

gordianknots

[One day into a new place, completely thrown out of time in a way that feels so far away from his own understanding of magecraft and now having the threat of complete and utter memory loss? No problem. There are plenty of logical solutions to this, and he's going to start implementing one now.

Well, so long as crowd sourcing is viable. He flicks on the video feed]

It's come to my attention that there's no library or archive on this island. While information control makes sense, given the powers that be and their plans, I would like to suggest that there are ways that we can come to understand the magic they're using as well as predict future movements.

What I am proposing is collecting first person testimonials from everyone here that note all of the major - and minor - events that have happened on this island. That means dates of new arrivals, odd goings on, changes in individual personalities and the like. By collecting this information, it can be pooled together and we can create a coherent narrative.

This is not something that I can do on my own - the least of all reasons being that this is only my second day here. The more people that contribute, the better, for everyone's sake. Ideally, I need written copies of everyone's history from the moment of their arrival until now and it needs to be as detailed as plausible.

I'm willing to conduct interview and write transcripts if need be, but if you can take it upon yourself to sit and write something down, I would be grateful. Upon completion, you can drop the relevant papers off at the ninth housing unit in the Navy district. If you're compelled to use envelopes, address it to Waver Velvet. Feel free to contact me with further questions.

Ah, incidentally, if anyone might be willing to tell me where I could haggle for a yellow scarf, I'd appreciate it.

[click]

eldestdaughter

[Sophie has managed to stay inside her room. She's covered her window with a blanket and huddled herself in her bed. It's best that she stay this way. No one should see her in what she's forced to wear and besides, someone like her could do nothing against all the people outside who were trying to hurt one another. No, no, she's just no good at this sort of thing.

It's that haunting howl that causes her to finally pick up the compact. Howl, well, Howl she knows is always pitying her and treating her poorly. It's not something new if he would do it now like everyone else would. Although it did take a lot of conversation with the compact and talking herself into using it to get her this far.

When the compact shows her it's from the neck up, so her dress can't be seen, only the cute little hat. Really, she isn't even sure what it is.]

Howl, something's very of. Please, please take care of yourself. There's a great howling outside and I'm worried something has happened to you.

ex_unitedstates491

[Your favorite(?) American appears on screen looking a little distressed. You'll notice that when he opens his mouth, there's a new western accent apparent in his speech if you can catch a word of what he's saying.]

HOWDY, Y'ALL!!! This here's America! Ha ha ha, been a while, huh?! Surely, y'all haven't forgotten the most awesome hero on this here island, yeah?! Right after that cookout, a funny thing happened where some crazy mirror was floatin' right next to me an' 'cause of some leftover ketchup, I slid 'n' crashed into the darned thing! Next thing I knew, I woke up with my head all fuzzy-like an' here I am!

Must've banged it harder than I thought, 'cause now I'm talkin' like them Texas folks! I'm still the same old guy underneath, y'hear?! Hey, how long have I been out? Feels like I've been sleepin' all winter!

fools_journey

[video]

[ When Minato clicks on his mirror, it's apparent that like everyone else, he is more or less back to normal. However, there is one notable new feature that is impossible to hide: wings. A large, midnight blue, feathery pair of wings.

So far they've made figuring out a shirt to wear pretty inconvenient, but Minato has managed to edit at least one shirt to accommodate them. Of course, that still leaves the problem of getting used to his new appendages, which is something Minato has yet to do, as he keeps knocking them into things like doorways and furniture. He's honestly not sure whether they're better or worse than the tail...

But in any event, he regards the mirror with a typical lineface. ]

Is there anyone on this island experienced in flying with wings? Or even just experienced with having wings? If so, I would appreciate your help. I can repay you with making clothes or cooking dinner, if you'd like.

Thank you.

[ And that is all, for now. ]

[ Action ]

[ Later on during the day - and indeed for the next several days - no one at all should be surprised to find Minato climbing onto trees and rooftops and doing his best to teach himself how to fly with his new wings. He knows it's possible because he flew this way while he was mostly Thanatos, but Thanatos had the know-how and Minato does not. He's lacking the muscle memory and developed instinct for it. Eventually he'll get it, but the beginning is a rough start involving many crash landings...

Watch out! He might just crash into you -- or your window. Or a bush. Or a wall. Or the lake! So really, feel free to run into (or be run into by!) him anywhere you like! Except the forest. It's too thick with trees for good gliding.

Or feel free to find him after many crashes or even just a particularly bad one, as he's making use of summoning his persona to heal himself of the damage... ]

seeringlight

I'd like to disrupt your monotonous, daily lives so I may air out a few grievances. [There's a...not so familiar voice. The usual younger, girlish voice is not so girlish any longer.]

I'm sure everyone is aware that we were all given parting gifts by our so very generous Rulers.

That is to say, it is detestable and they should be ashamed of themselves for even considering it was a good idea. It wasn't. First of all, I apologize for being in contact with anyone during that rather absurd event. Being Odin is hard, and it is likely none of us even understands what it is like. I have barely dipped my feet into such dangerous waters and have already decided I dislike it. I was not meant for being an elderly man. Second of all, I'd like to know if anyone else was left with a distasteful gift by our humble Rulers.

And what have I gotten you wonder? Let's just say that you may call me by Ross as oppose to Rose. I really don't care at this point. I have gone beyond the realm of caring. If you have not put two and two together, I now seem to be severely lacking on the upper chest department, but I have gained something new in thy nether regions. It's called a penis.

Good day to you too.

unionjackoff

( this is England's communicator, isn't it? )

Current Mood: distressed

bestamontillado

[The Fluffy Duckling has a patron that ... wouldn't be familiar to anyone. Just an unknown, fairly pretty lady with long black hair partly tied back, in a rather nice red dress with necklace and earrings of ruby and gold, paying with a handful of small gemstones for... well, drinks for the night.]

[Yes, Spade got sick of hiding out at his riverside camp, but wandering around too visibly ran the risk of certain people realizing he hadn't stayed dead; what illusions he has aren't strong enough... so he's abused the Tarnhelm's shapeshifting and disguise abilities; he is mimicking someone, but it's a lady from somewhere a bit after World War II, too late for any of his generation to recognize her, and too early for any of Tsuna's group. The jewelry's real, for what it's worth.]

[Well, and since it is a shapeshift, technically the rest of the package of being a chick is real, not that this is that much of a novelty to someone used to body-hopping.]

[Said "unknown" lady is at the bar, and is drinking as if there's an attempt at getting away from things for a while, idly watching the other patrons come and go.]

femininetomboy

[ A rainy day is best for rethinking all the new information is what Madoka sinks. She's comfortably seated in her kitchen, a cup of hot cocoa next to her, as well as her Arcanarum notes and... a red spinning top? She still seems a bit shaken from the previous events, but she's recovering steadily. ]

Hi there! Seems like the kind World has kept her promise.. This feature here apparently allows us to talk in private.
... though I guess the really important things should still be discussed face-to-face...
Before we have actually been spied on all the time, through these mirrors.

Has everyone recovered from those horrible fights and dreams? I'm a bit worried...

But anyway, actually I just wanted to do another information check. I'm sure I'm not the only one who's used our trip to the castle to gather some knowledge and it would probably be best if we shared that with each other, right?

What I got to know is that the original fairy tale denizens... well, they're... destroyed. [ And here her smile vanishes. She seems genuinely sad. ]
They fought for keeping people's dreams and hopes up. So they apparently died in the try to continue being inspirational, no matter what....

And those who disappear from here have just lost their use to the Rulers. At least that's what The World said...

Is there anything more any of you found?

unionjackoff

[it's been a very long time since he's posted anything. he's not very fond of communicating with people through the damn thing. but oh, he's mighty excited right now]

Look! [England proudly holds his wand in front of the camera. it's a long stick with a gold star on the top of it. he waggles it and it seems to sparkle a bit] My magic has returned!

Current Mood: happy

paysdelamour

[Francis comes on the communicators, a healthy glow on his cheeks that had been missing for the past few weeks - And despite all the scrapes and bags under his eyes from their ordeal, he looks more like he's supposed to. The only thing that looks completely unnatural is the frown Francis has on his face.]

Mesdames et messieurs... I feel I must apologize. I had no idea my plan would fail, and that all of us would be placed through... such horrid things.

[He pauses, looking guilty as he sort of shifts around.]

I apologize. For everything. For the boat, for our capture, for all the suffering you endured... désolé.

[Francis slowly reaches over to his nightstand, and takes what looks like a photograph into his hands. He stares down at it for a moment, before he sighs and looks back up.]

Anyone who has had their clothes torn or ruined because of this - I will fix them. If I cannot fix them, I will replace them myself. That is all.

[And he cuts off the feed.]

dragondictation

[TODAY, there is a little dragon riding upon an elegant white pony going from district to district and knocking on various doors. With him is a rather long scroll of paper and a writing instrument, and should you answer your door, he will greet you as such:]

Hey there! Do you mind if we take a moment of your time?

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! ))

sparksfire

[ Katniss was surprised to find herself in this world; it wasn't the arena she was just in, getting ready to help Beetee with his plan. She was just getting ready to separate from Peeta, and from what she could tell, this was definitely not the arena. At this current point, she had the communicator with her, and it was open as she tried to figure it out. Katniss is outside, looking around and running through the districts, calling out for Peeta, Finnick, anyone.

The video clicks on, but not of her own volition. Katniss doesn't really trust lines of communication, especially if she is just in a different part of the arena...]

Peeta? Finnick? Anyone? Where are you guys, this can't be part of the arena...is it?

[ More running before she realizes she's back at her house...]

Where--[ She notices the compact being open and closes it, not really realizing that it was videoing her.

If you action tag, she'll be wandering around, looking for anyone she recognizes...don't be alarmed if she gets defensive, she may think you are a mutt from the capitol in the games...]

awesomemich

[well, the Phoenix's wisdom has affected him. He had become rather philosophical in his thoughts as he spoke to the many people on the island. And he's come to a conclusion that is shocking to him.

He flips on the communicator and sets it on the shelf of his desk. His room is a bit cleaner than last time. The beer bottle pile is only half as tall and his bed is actually made.]

So, I've graced many people of this island with my awesome presence over this communicator network. First, if you don't know me, I'm the Awesome Prussia, second, if I don't know you, introduce yourself!

Now, for the important bit. I'm starting to wonder if we're not all from other universes. A guy that I drank beers with over the communicators indicated his universe has a name. And then there's the girl talking pony who seems to be from a world of ponies. And then there's all the people from the future.

Would it be possible that even people I know could be from different worlds? What if Frankreich, Amerika, and Spanien are from an alternate future. Then those unawesome things that Frankreich alluded to might not occur. What if, even though Britannien and I remember the same things, we were from different worlds. Our worlds may be destined for other things.

[he paused, it was a thought he did not like thinking about]

Would the fact that I know of electricity, plumbing, and the refrigerator cause a change in where I am from? Things that affect someone like me have far reaching effects.

[he blinks makes a beer appear and then shakes his head]

In all seriousness, did that make sense to anyone? [he opens the beer and waits for responses, he's not even sure why he decided to think about that.]

Current Mood: thoughtful

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. ))

holmesiantantei

[It is a shiny sunny sunny new day and there is a happy, happy little child poking about curiously in the town! Everything is so very exciting and new and he's oh so curious~~~!]

[....Yeah, right. He's wearing what amounts to little more than a sheet pinned together, he's barefoot because the sandals he was given were about five sizes too large, and it's freezing out to boot.]

[It's hard to keep a scowl off of his face. Conan manages for the most part, but every so often he'll slip and frown deeply, his brow creasing in a way that's far too mature for such a small child - and his glasses aren't there to hide these slips behind any more. He keeps reaching for the bridge of his nose to adjust them, and keeps faltering as he realises the lenses he'd gotten so used to wearing are no longer there. Which in turn serves to make him more irritated - as if he needed another reminder he'd been stuck as 'Conan' for far too long.]

[He pauses with another quickly-brushed away frown, tugging the folds of cloth he's wearing more closely around him. At least there's so much of it that he can drape some over his shoulders like a cloak to keep in warmth.]

[ooc: Feel free to bump into Conan anywhere around the houses/shops/dock on the island; he's going to be poking his nose into as much of everything as he can.]

naltorian

I seem to have acquired a large surplus of silks and jewelry. I have no interest in keeping it all, so if anyone would like, come by the Violet District, Unit Two, and take a handful or bagful or bring a wheelbarrow if you want. I would love to just get rid of all this.

solitarynuvola

[A new transmission over the network.

The compact tilts wildly before Hibari's face comes on screen - perhaps one would be able to catch a glimpse of something purple in the background before it steadies and refocuses on the Cloud Guardian's irritated features. He's apparently gained a new crown, but this one's much more simple than the one that he had been wearing in that dreadful princess event (but it does seem much much brighter, like the sun). His eyes have also turned golden and seem to glow, a definite change from the blue that they'd been when Will Scarlet had been his denizen. Still, it doesn't look like he's got any other physical changes.]

These pathetic Rulers have decided to be fickle and grace me with a new denizen. Helios.

[And then the video disappears, but the audio still remains.]

New herbivores, try not to cause too much havoc. [Then a smooth transition over to Italian, spoken without much of an accent at all. He has had time to work on his Italian for the past... oh, ten years, after all.] How many Vongola herbivores are here now? [And with that, the transmission ends.]

[If anyone decides to drop by and check on Hibari, they'll find that there's a few flaming winged horses hanging around the front of the house, not to mention a wicked golden chariot - if anyone other than Hibari tries to use it, however, be prepared for the horses to toss you out. The rain doesn't seem to affect the horses at all, but that might be because the water just evaporates once it even gets near the horses' bodies.]

(ooc: I can't seem to get rid of the *kyouya hibari tag, so if one of the mods could do it for me, it would be greatly appreciated. mo__om)

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