arcanarum

[ His legs are back to their normal length, meaning he can again reach the doorknob without the assistance of a box to stand on. The addition of horns that curled out of his black hair wasn't exactly what he considered to be a fair tradeoff for the regain of his body's height, but he hadn't had much personal say in the matter. Now that his feet are back on dry land, and the seasickness had abated, Avenger feels in the correct temperament to annoy the network: ]

fun fact:

after all that crap involving the ship and ghostly pirates trying to make us jump off a plank into the sea, we have apparently been "compensated" for our troubles!
you know that weird door that showed up in our houses awhile back without anybody sending in a request for a few islandwide housing renovations?
it's been unlocked
as the little note oh so kindly informed us all. or at least, that's what mine said. i don't want to be the odd one left out here.

so folks.
anybody been reckless enough to walk inside yet?

[ Also to gather some information from the other inhabitants. ]

vongolastorm

[Well. Fuck.

He doesn't remember drinking, but he must really be some kind of inebriated. After all, it looks like his feet can't reach the floor. What is even up with that? But he sure doesn't feel like he had another round of Not So Sober fun time or else his head would be pounding. Hard. So, why does it seem like he's suddenly been hit with the Screwy Vision Syndrome?

He honestly doesn't remember taking a single sip of alcohol the day before. Which is pretty amazing considering his record ever since the Tenth arrived on the island. No, he is not going to think about that. That's just bad business all around. Can't he live a peaceful life where he doesn't have to deal with all this conflicted emotional bullcrap?

Apparently not. And where the hell did Hiba-chan go? He normally wakes up to the pup's teeth clamped around his ankle. Well, whatever. He must have ran off somewhere. It's going to be Spring soon, so isn't that sort of a red flag for Animals Gone Wild? Then again, do puppies even mate so early on? Why is he even thinking about this? What is wrong with him today?

Sliding off of the bed, the silverette rubs the back of his neck wearily as he takes a good glance around the room. But, hold on, what's this? Was that door there before? Holy shit, he must really be drunk. Shaking his head, he trudges his way out of his room deciding coffee might be a nice way to wake himself up. Maybe it'll fix his goddamn vision because everything looks so much... taller.

Wait. That isn't right. Even if his vision's messed up, there's no plausible explanation for the ridiculous height differentiation between him and the surrounding objects.] What th—

[Mirror.

He needs a mirror stat. Where the fuck does a guy find a mirror at a time like this?

Compact. Right. That's exactly where. Grabbing the small pink device off of the coffee table where he'd last left it, he flips it open in a rush, unknowingly pressing one of the many buttons on it.]

...... [eye twitch] Awh, hell no. [god does he wish he was drunk right now]

I'M A FUCKIN' MIDGET!!!

tenthboss

[ It had taken Tsuna awhile to figure out the communicator, and even longer to understand that he wasn't in that machine that Shouichi made. After a round of anti-"I'm having a dream" moments, he decided to take a look outside, after making sure that he was securely wrapped in sheets and a blanket, only to see the damage surrounding the island. Suddenly, he turns on the communicator, looking as angry and a pint sized mafia boss in a sheet toga can look... ]

Which one of you did this? I know some of you are here, so there isn't a point in hiding.

[ The feed cuts after a mumble of "This is coming out of someone's paycheck..." ]

destructiveprinciple

( warning for murder and blood which is basically an warning for Avenger )

[text]
i'm bored.

[He typed idly onto the compact and sent on the network. He'd woken up in the dungeons of the castle after being captured, cold and dark and after several attempts to locate an escape, had given up in frustration and now was seated poor-postured with his back pressed against one wall and legs tucked up against his chest. When finding an exit had fallen through, the former Servant had tried breaking out with his swords but had failed at that as well. So now he was left to be bored and disgruntled alone in the jail. It was not an unfamiliar situation even if retaining his body's shape was the unusual part of it.

Dried blood had crusted and itched on his skin. They hadn't thought to give him a bath before tossing him into the joint. Asses.

Who knew the Rulers could make their jails so secure?

Two hours later:]

still bored. there's nothing to do here.

[Except he's not because he knows what a torture absolute boredom is, and this isn't it. Avenger's complaints were empty and made largely for the novelty of it: he'd never been imprisoned while having the chance to complain to someone else about it before.

Soon, he dozed off into a light slumber.

Oh, Avenger if only you knew this was only one part of your punishment for breaking the rules. The next four days will be an excise in the Rulers' showing their displeasure. (His dignity will suffer greatly.)

But you'll know soon enough.

Six hours later, a question was simply as a method to kill the time until he was released:]

what would you deem a "correct way to live?"

or if you don't give a crap about that sort of thing, how long have some of you guys been here? rate your feelings towards the island on a scale of 1 to 10. 1 being "this place is the pinnacle of some superpowered assholes climbing a mountain of stinkin' garbage and building a home there i want to leave" to 10 being "i think this place is absolutely WONDERFUL and GREAT because I'm a delusional brainwashed weirdo with nowhere else to go".

[Replies from him on answers may or may not be humorous.]

bearpuns

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!!

solitarynuvola

[ Hello Arc, this particular communicator seems to have fallen into the paws of some very energetic pups, because the poor thing is being batted around by several of them, tumbling from pup to pup, and it doesn't look like the torture for the communicator will end anytime soon.

Actually, that's wrong, because it's suddenly been plucked away from the pups by someone's hand and snapped shut. A time later, a text appears across the networks. ]

Four pups to be given away. Contact for further information.

--

( [FILTERED TO ROKUDO MUKURO, GOKUDERA HAYATO] )

vongolastorm

[Silly little mistletoe.

Have a bomber scrutinizing up at the plant suddenly decorating the front entrance. He hasn't been home for a while since he'd decided to go on an extended vacation at the local pub for the past...

Well, does it even matter how long he's been away? No, it doesn't. He just hasn't been around and that's basically that. A slender brow arches skeptically at the ornament, reaching up to bat at it with his finger. It's not like he's never seen one of these before; rather, it's just completely out of place considering the people who actually lives here.

He knows the entire "Winter Wonderland" theme has everything to do with the Rulers, but it still feels so peculiar seeing it at his place. Chewing idly on the cigarette dangling haphazardly at the corner of his mouth, he pushes open the door to the house, instantly freezing in his spot at what his eyes beholds. He feels his cig slip from its place between his lips to the frigid floor beneath as disbelief and incredulity rolls into one.] Fuck.

[Only a single word can accurately express the state in which his once simplistic home has become: festive. He grinds the already put out roll further into the ground, leaning against the frame of the entryway in a defeated sigh.] I'm not nearly drunk enough for this. [A hand tucks into the pocket of his pants as his mind went back to the days when Christmas was something to look forward to. It was a considerably brief period of time now that he's honestly thinking about it. Just those few years after he'd met the Tenth.

But, after the Boss had "died", he's stopped celebrating it again. Funny how that works. Scritching at the back of his neck, he lulls his head to the side for a moment, narrowing his eyes. Okay, enough with the trip down memory lane. What should he do now? He hasn't shown his face here in weeks, maybe even months. He guesses he can either turn back around and trek back to the Fluffy Duckling or he can face the storm that undoubtedly awaits him.

The former doesn't sound bad at all. But, sadly, the latter is the one he can no longer postpone. Taking in a deep breath, he graciously lets his presence be known in a very, very loud and flat tone.]

HIBIRD, I'M HOOOOOOOOOOOOME. [Of course he sends his greeting to the bird. Of course.]

gordianknots

[So after this guy's apperance yesterday, Waver has been restless. Nah, you know what, restless is an understatement, he's been pacing back and forth, trying desperately to read only to give up and generally a ball of nerves because of Ryuunoske's arrival and past actions.

Time to do the responsible thing and go on video to deliver a warning, stepping into authority mode.]

Everyone? Please listen to me for a moment, this is a matter of importance and general safety.

One of the most recent arrivals, a man called Ryuunosuke Uryuu - red hair, lanky, Japanese - is a serial murderer who I have had experience with in the past. His handiwork is gruesome and involves a great deal of dismembering and arranging bodies as if they are to be seen as art.

Please, be cautious and avoid him. If you have further questions, please contact me as soon as possible. Thank you.

kindofademon

[A young man grins at the camera. It seems like he's entirely at ease with being here.]

So tell me more about this denizen stuff. What kinds of stories they come from and what replacing them is like. I just got here today, and I don't have any roommates, so I'm kind of in the dark, you know?

Oh, nice to meet you guys! My name's Ryuunosuke Uryuu. Age twenty-five, currently unemployed, not much else to say about me really.

[He shrugs and flips off the compact.]

solitarynuvola

Midori tanabiku~ Namimori no...~

[ Hello Arc. That is indeed a tiny, yellow, and absurdly fluffy bird hopping around on a communicator, singing something that vaguely resembles an anthem of some sort. An intelligent eye peers into the camera, before the bird flutters away, only to settle on what looks to be a mop of black hair. The angle's a little awkward, certainly, but it's clearly a person - and a hand comes down to slam the communicator shut, a name audible from the bird before the feed is cut off. ]

Hibari! Hibari! [ yes, who knew that the scary Asian dude had an impossibly cute bird as a pet? ]

grancenturio

A hypothetical, if you would indulge me.

Say you had the power to bring another person here. They would be under the influence of the Rulers, as you are now.

Would you spite an enemy and give him the curse that you've fallen under? Or would you leave well enough alone? Try to be honest. After all, there is no reason that you should have to suffer for no reason when there are others who deserve it more than you.

archangelofderp

[The man on the screen hmms and fidgets for a moment, deciding whether or not to abandon pretense. However, Michael was never very good at pretense in the first place. So he puts on a slightly embarrassed smile.]

Excuse me, but does anyone know why I can't get to Heaven from here?

vongolastorm

Τι στην κόλαση ακριβώς συμβαίνει εδώ;

Αδυνατώ να κατανοήσω κανέναν. Είναι αυτό ένα άλλο άρρωστο κώλο αστείο;

Θα μπορούσαν να είναι λίγο πιο ώριμη αντί τράβηγμα σκατά όπως αυτή έξω από τους γαϊδούρια ανά πάσα στιγμή.

Γαμημένο ενοχλητική.

curedvirtuoso

[It takes a few minutes before the compact is opened properly and pointed to the frost covered window which is currently showing the upcoming sun. As the sun comes up a very beautiful melody is played over the piano. Clearly Marie is just trying to brighten everyone's day with a little music.]

solitarynuvola

It has come to my attention that there is no clear map of the island available. I have decided to rectify that. Any herbivores wishing to contribute useful information may reply.

[Filtered to Rokudo Mukuro]

You are not my main target on this island any more.

xburner

[ The text comes over the network because he's really not up for talking or really let anyone see him. He's currently sitting at home and staying there right now...]

those rulers aren't kidding around. is everyone okay? no one else...got hurt right?

FILTERED TO THE VONGOLA MEMBERS

are you guys okay? i...i'm sorry.

solitarynuvola

[The feed flickers unsteadily for a moment before the picture solidifies - it seems to be an accidental broadcast, since it's tilted at a weird angle, and... appears to be laying in the dirt at the base of a tree, judging by the very uninteresting view of dirt and decaying leaves. That is, until there's a muffled whump, and a strange groan, until said tree slowly topples over, nearly crushing the communicator.

The reason why the (quite frankly) massive tree suddenly decided to keel over and die? Well, that becomes apparent, as soon as the owner of the communicator picks it up in the hand that isn't holding the tonfa covered in purple flames. He also seems to be very, very happy, evidenced by the small grin that he's got on his face. It's an absolutely evil one, too. The rain and cold doesn't seem to bother him one bit - in fact, it seems like there's steam coming off of him.]

Herbivores. Prepare to be bitten to death.

[ And the feed cuts off.

Gokudera, when you wake up, there will be a note pinned to your bedroom door with a kitchen knife. In small, neat script, it reads: "Dinner. 6 pm." It's glaringly obvious as to whom it's from - who else would use a knife to hold a note in place instead of leaving it on the table like any sane person?]

xburner

[ There is a lot of things happening in this video post, mostly because this is completely accidental. There is Tsuna, scrambling under his covers to cover up his stark naked body. He's obviously freaking out at being in a different world, and he looks at the now open compact and pales ]

Eh? Where am I? W-Where's my clothes? What happened to everyone, everything's been going alright...?

[ He's wrapped up, flushed from embarrassment before he mumbles ]

I-I really hope no one saw that...

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