Christmastime, is it? Or whatever this place equivalates as Christmas...

What's Christmas without aliens taking over the world, crashing their spaceship into Big Ben, anyway?

As nice as this all is...i can't say i trust it. I'll probably see what's edible this time around.

All in all, everyone in one piece?


(ooc: Ianto-mun got eaten by RL..apologies for small, crappy log. Ianto will be around for the ball, and i'll be back in the swing of things.)

As we enjoy the temporary peaceful atmosphere, I wonder if anyone has information about the food served in the cafeteria. It would be quite useful to make a list of all the different food and its strange effects, mostly to prevent unfortunate accidents. In case that anyone has worked on such a list already, it would be very much appreciated if you shared it with me.

( Private to L )

Raivis ... L-latvia ... is ... h-he's with me. I know, some of you m-may have wondered where he was. Don't worry. He is ... he will be alright. I'm sure he will ...

*The video screen flickers to life, showing a tiny striped doll huddled amongst a pile of torn up papers.*

They’re coming. The painted faces. They come with sharp arms. Faster and faster. They hide. And they run. Seeking. Careful ... careful ...

*There is a metallic skittering sound in the distance and the speaker cuts off abruptly. He clutches the key around his neck and waits, looking around the room for what he knows is there but can not see. The sound comes again, closer now, and the doll looks up with an expression of pure horror. Something dashes down, so fast that it is only a blur. There is a strangled yell and the sound of metal scraping against metal. The images shown swing violently as the device transmitting them is lifted up and spun around ... reveling the large stained glass windows of the Chapel and a wall colored red with bloody letters. Then it cuts off in static.*

((ooc; There will be no responses (that can be understood) to this post as it is a lead-in to a log. Which is not to say your character can’t be freaked out. That’s always fun, ya?))

At this juncture I don't think its warranted to express any sort of surprise at the changing of our surroundings. I think it is entirely reasonable to assume 1) that this is going to continue to occur, and 2) that yes, it quite frightening and unwarranted, but is going to continue to happen and the sooner any of us accept this, the sooner we can, ideally, move on.

Admittedly, I too am struggling with this. Yes, it is difficult to remain calm while one's life is at stake, but if we are to truly survive this is something we must cope with. Brash actions and attempting to make oneself into some kind of hero will only result in injury, perhaps even death. And if one wishes to put themselves in such a situation, they may do so alone.

It is selfish to ask others to march to their deaths, we are here indefinitely. Simply come to terms with that.

[Private to Matt]

I need your current location.

[Rufus has found a shotgun that's pretty damned close to his own; he's in the doorway of the room he shares with Reno, because with the wheelchair he really can't get very far and doesn't want to take the chance. Furniture has been placed near the door to fend off anyone who might attempt to come inside; he's well-fortified and ready. For anything.]

Reno--Elena--where are you two? Are you all right? Ping me please, you know how I worry.

Rob? Ladd? Anyone? Not a whole lot of chat happening on the network, is everyone all right?

If anyone's coming this way and could stop by the cafeteria--providing there's even anything edible there--could you bring me something? I haven't been out of here in days... Just let me know you're there, I'd hate to accidentally shoot someone pleasant.

[He winces, as the Geostigma is particularly bad today and he's in pain--but he'll be damned if he's going to mention it. Suddenly there's movement and noise at the bottom of the hallway. Rufus squints in that direction with his one good eye, takes aim, and shoots; the shotgun lets off an amazing blast of sound, and something screams.]

Well... at least I still have my aim. Hnh.

...

...I guess...I'm still here.

The dog tried to eat me earlier but... it's easy to outrun it if you're fast enough.

I'm fine now. Mostly. Not that anyone should care about me

Is... everyone okay?

...Gil?...Alice?

Are you all here still or am I alone?

...Please respond if you are here.


[[ooc:Waay overdue but.. Oz's finally back mostly... though he's a fair bit distant and such since that SAW event so expect short answers from him now ^^;;;; ]]

[There are sounds of yelling, and something being broken, before a little girl-type voice seems to squeak, and the sound of crying can be heard]

There's snow now...there wasn't before...

[The video feed switches on to show a pretty, but dishevelled young lady curled up in the corner of the theater, wrapped in the sheet from the projector. The projector is still on, flashing images fuzzily at the blank wall behind her]

I wish Da' were here...

[Footsteps somewhere around her seem to fade off into the distance, and she nurses the hand bleeding on the sheet with the other one, letting her weapon, a whip, fall to the ground]

...Okaay. [His voice sounds shaky, almost distressed]

That's really not cool. One minute i'm in my room and the next I wake up in the garden and some weird... thing's attacking me. [A pause and a click of something in the background]

Anyone know what's going on? This.. isn't makin' any sense. I'd rather be back with that witch Larxene than be here.. The only good thing's I have my Sitar with me and it still works. Er... sort of.

Either way, I don't get it. At all.

What's going on?!

[LOCKED to all Nations & friends]

Prussia--Egypt, Lithuania, Latvia, Amerika--anyone who's left--Poland, Italia and myself are in the Library. We will make our stand there. If you see any non-combatants needing protection, gather them up and bring them there. We have some weaponry--anything additional that you can find will be of assistance.

Mach' schnell now, we haven't much time. If you're staying in place or going elsewhere, let me know.

Friends, you are welcome here too. Please respond soon--we cannot assist with what we do not know.

[Mello has his face up in the camera the second it turns on, shakes it around a bit to give the impression he's staggering. When it steadies, and the picture focuses in to the standard single room, it's obvious to anyone that knows him by his displaced countenance that he's not altogether himself. In some respects, though, he's been elevated. The rosary rattles as he moves back with too much of a dispersed shift in weight. Voice strikes a strong chord, the steeled tone of persuasion and allusion.]

This is it. I can't stand being here anymore. [the voice lifts] And how can any of you? You're all disgusting, you're all worthless weights. You make my stomach turn at the sight. And if anyone wishes to challenge me, let him. Look me straight in the eye and call me out, and I'll rip you apart to show you how serious I am. There's a calling, a calling-- you have to move now, and it is now we are going to move.

[his hand convulsively reaches up as if to grasp his rosary, but he misses and ends up taking a step back, slowly leaning himself up to face the computer once more. His fame vibrates frivorously, he's animate in his postures.]

If you have a belief on this night, you fight. If you get killed, then you damn well die. Line up and go, or forever remain here in this sinking crevasse. They'll come for you, the demons of hell will come and take all of you.

[obnoxiously loud, he's doing all he can to put forward his point. And he takes a few more steps back.]

The chapel.

[and then he's gone, but the stream is still running, revealing an empty room.]

[Feliciano sits in a small, dark place which really resembles a shed (So he is probably hiding inside one). Tears are literally streaming from his eyes as he tries to calm down enough to talk, but screams instead]

Germany! GERMANYY! This place is s-so scary! W-w-what have been going onnnnn! I-i know I have seen it b-before when I was sick, b-but it's too scary! And I'm lost! And my shoelace got up and oh g-go-go-oooddd!

[He breaks out into another sobbing fit and tries to drie his tears away, until he calms down once again, but now his eyes are all read and swollen]

I-I w-w-wanna g-go home! I-I d-don't know wh-what to do, o-or where I a-am! A-and the c-cooking here i-i-is worse then englands! G-germannnnyyy!

I-i-if you w-won't r-respond s-s-soon I-i'll t-t-try t-to f-find my way b-back t-to our room..~! S-somehow..



((Have a sobbing and lost italy spamming this place |D))

These are the creatures I was warned about? Does it get much worse-- no, really, can it. None the less, I have to get food for a friend. The cafeteria seems to be inhabited by some ... thing.

Is there an alternative way to get food, or is there a normal group that goes there? I believe something like that was mentioned.

[Filtered to Near]
Stay in your room. Though I have no doubt that you will do so, I feel the need to mention that. I will bring you anything you find yourself needing.

[Private to Mello]
Do you still have those... ridiculous boots?

*There are no words, only sniffling and crying*

((ooc note for those who wish to know; people made him cry in the last tag. And now the level's switched. And if I remember correct he's got some of his ability on this level ... which means he can sort of tell what's going to happen ... and it's not happy. Even though we get a 'merry christmas', his will not be happy.))

[The video switches on at a funny angle, rotating a bit to show the backdrop of the canteen. It narrows in on the soda dispenser, most notably on the small blue man sitting quite comfortably inside a cardboard cup underneath it, bobbing around happily in the diet cola. All of the soda outlets are switched on still, and lemonade is spilling over onto the floor.],

Crivens! These are some fab-bab-ulous bathin' facilities ye got here! The bubbles are all tingly an' everythin'! It's verrae poo'osh!

Any of ye scunners care tae join me? I hasnae had a bath for a year no', s aboout time we all 'ad a cleanin!

[Yes, the Feegle in your drinking facilities isn't that clean either! Shock horror! The video stays on him as he washes under his hairy armpits with the cola contentedly. Feel free to behead him in the name of hygiene or whatever]

[This is very late, I was meaning to post with Rob a while ago, but the layer switched back to layer one, and I decided to leave it. Sorry for ditching you on that log Lyle-mun! You left for Thanksgiving, so I left it as well *bows humbly*]

Is there anyone else u-under 5'0 in this place?

H...how tall is e-everyone h-here?

Hey, brain. Buddy. I need you to snap out of it, right now. I’m in the middle of some very important stuff. No matter how much I love creepy hospital settings in video games, I was playing Cooking Mama. Not doctor with a bunch of zombie nurses.

Seriously. Get in the game brain.

I can’t make parfaits without you.

..... safe now?

Back to the beginning I see.

[Have a young woman with slightly green skin stare at the screen. She's obviously annoyed and is for, some reason, shaking her hands vigorously.]

Well isn't this cheery. Even the zombies are smiling.

[And in a lower voice.]

And to top it off, my powers go missing. Beautiful.

…Anyone here? Helllooooooooooooooooooooo?

Dude. What’s this thing and where’d everyone go?

Kinda sucks for the afterlife if that’s what it is. Least there’s pretty girls.

Saix isn’t here sooooo I guess I’m free to do what I want

…So.

I wonder if there's anything here to do that's not boring..

W-w-w-what have been going o-on?

[Feliciano is sitting on his bed, his hair is a mess and his eyes looks quite tired and disoriented, but apart from that, he looks fine. He's wearing a simple, blue (Modern) t-shirt, fluffy cottonpants and behind him is his and Germany's painting of food visible. Feliciano looks behind his shoulder quickly before he turns his head to the A-comm again and sobs silently]

U-uwaaa! I think I-i-i got t-the flu or something, s-so I stayed mostly in my b-bed, but when I w-woke up, everything looked so.. D-different again... S-s-so I decided t-to stay out o-of the way u-u-until i got better again...

I-it feels like I've missed a-alot, like, j-just one week have passed, but it must be m-more then a week...

U-u-uwaaaaa! I-I'm sorry everyone! W-where is ev-everyone now? A-are you o-okay?

[He begins to sob quietly again, but he dries his tears with his sleeve again quickly in a try to hide it. And in the attempt his stomach lets out a loud growl.]

U-uwuu...



((Ga, I fail! Got quite kidnapped by life, so yeah. I'll attempt to blame the absense with a flu. (Swineflu pff haha :'D) Hope this save is good enough xD *fail* ))

Nice to meet you. Since you don't know me, it'd be better to call me Ryuuzaki.

This communication device is pretty useful for exchanging information. What I don't understand is why we all have one. I do not know why we're here, it's a fact, but they don't prevent us from communicating nor attempting to find information on this place.

However, I think the probability to be there as experiments is very high. I would say... over 90%.

If there is any useful information you found that I don't know, I would like to read it. Exchanging information would help us to leave this place as soon as possible.

And I would like to ask you something, something really important for me...

Do you know where I can find sweet things when I want?

Thank you in advance.

Nice to meet you. My name is Rein Witte, yet another newcomer.

Rest assured, I believe that I require no further information about this place, as I have already gathered a few facts on my on. We have been reunited here from different worlds and different timelines. Our purpose here, so far, seems experimental.

If you consider that there is any other useful information I should know, by any means let me hear it. As for myself, there are two relevant question I wish to pose, for whoever might be inclined to answer it:

1-Would you consider the possibility of being actually insane?

2-Is there any way to obtain some toys to build a Lego fortress?

Thank you in advance.

Well, here we are at the end of the world. Tell me, are you all as deranged as I’d assume? I’m not really up for useless people who’d hold me down, but regardless, I have things to do and places to be, as I’m sure you all do too. So here’s a proposal: why don’t all you crazy-ass lunatics actually, you know, start doing things about being stuck here? I don’t see much of an effort. Tell me you’re interested, and I’ll help you. Won’t be so hard, will it? Not at all.

Mello. I for one refuse to stand back; I’m getting out of here. You follow or you stay put. I don’t really want this place much, you see.