Anyone else getting put off by how many (relatively) good viruses we've been getting lately? I mean, other than the ghosts, the cruise was very nice, and that last one looked like it was fun for those involved...

I hate to say it, but I'm bracing myself over here.



On a less ominous note, I'm looking to expand my botany lab and therefore I'm interested in finding new specimens of plants. Obviously, most Earth plants are ones well documented, but some have gone extinct, so it would be nice to maybe reintroduce some species back into my universe. Alternatively, if you have any plants that are... exotic (incorrect terminology, but we'll go with it) in nature, compared to Earth plants, I'd be interested in hearing about it, and maybe getting a sample for myself.

Any takers?

Well, I know this is a day or two late, but I thought I was some sort of stupid witch or something.

Anyway.


Happy birthday, Kaworu!

So do you realize what jackasses you made of yourselves the past few days? 
And, who wasn't involved in that mess of something?

... So I suppose the fact that I apparently spent the last four days in Hogwarts of all places means that this place is back, then?


((ooc: England's now been timeskipped to 2010! Meaning that he's had no connection to the community for about 70 years and is not as calm about this whole thing as this post may suggest. :'>))

...Was I really that boring as a teacher?

(OOC: James has seen the last few entries in his book and he's remember most of what happened even if he doesn't like it much.)

All right, so I've been looking around lately, mostly bored while you guys were stuck in magic school. Lo and behold, look at what I came across- the annual Tokyo Game Show. Apparently there's been big news, too.

I'm already laughing just from these. You'd think they'd know better by now. I doubt the fanbase is happy either.

So, I'm taking bets. Place yours right now to see how bad this is gonna get.

I dunno, I had fun with that one.

Gryffindor forever, guys. Rock on.

Oh man, I want that last virus to go on forever. Hogwarts is great, I'm not saying that, but I love the extra-awesome insanity from the last four days. So, anyone who ever wants to transfer back in, do it.

Except the Slytherins. Slytherin sucks.

[Minatsuki looks... not too healthy, actually. Her skin is pale and sallow, and there are still rather dark rings under her eyes. She's tired and ragged. If you saw her post from the Ghost Ship, you can probably draw the conclusion that her nightmares haven't gone away, and she's still trying to solve the problem with forced insomnia.

Also, after she's started up the video recording, she leans back and lights up a cigarette. (Something she's started doing after she wakes up from a nightmare. Thanks, Cross.)]

So, stupid virus or something, whatever, don't come to me saying that you remember me from it 'cause I don't give a shit. Look, I've got a question, so either answer me or mooove along, shitheads.

What are the best drugs you can take for dreamless sleep? The closest I can get is asking someone to bash me over the fucking head, and it doesn't feel so damn great in the morning, trust me. Our resources are kind of limited to what shit we can steal from Doc's medical cabinets, and she doesn't really like helpful drugs, ahaha.

I come bearing a question related to the day's events. Context will be provided upon request.

Do you have anything you define yourself by? Your family, your occupation, your world. If that were to disappear, what would you do?

[Burnished pipes and trailing wires fade off into the distance. It looks somewhat like the interior of a dead submarine. It is silent, except for the occasional sound of a sonic screwdriver, or a muffled thump and small cry. Suddenly, a hand appears, groping around for a bit before finally covering the lens.]

[When the picture resumes, you are looking at the upside-down face of the Eleventh Doctor, staring at you intently.]

Hello, what're you doing down there? And more importantly, what are you?

[He moves the camera, and now you are treated to a sideways shot of the TARDIS hub, but not as you know it.]

Let's see, if we follow this cable... Aha! I knew I'd put you somewhere, she must've moved you in the repairs. [The last few words are strained, as if he were lifting some heavy object.]

Now, let's see what you can do. [Sound of keyboard tapping away. A definite clang. And the sounds of SUCCESS]

[Finally his face is the right way up. He beams at the camera, and starts tippity-tapping away at the keyboard while making his address.]

Seeing as I have been apparently posting to this community for two minutes aaaand forty-three seconds, hello, I'm the Doctor. Who are you, and what is Drama Drama Duck?

[He triumphantly presses a key]

[And stays grinning at you]

[And then tilts his head, produces another clunk, presses random keys and finally reaches round the webcam and the picture disappears.]

((OOC: He's just after The Eleventh Hour, right now. I might be slow tagging, since technically I'm not on the computer, but have at him. Huzzah.))

[The scene opens up to a city square crowded with thousands of people, some filtering down sides. Children are roped off in front of a stage, and they're separated by ages and gender, with signs showing the ages of each on either side. There's a woman on the stage, with bright pink hair and a lime green suit with a personality that could give a person cavities. Two men sit behind her, one drunk and a mess, the other nicely dressed and nervous.]

Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor! [Lucky you. You got to miss the horribly long speech about how this is all punishment for their rebellion 74 years ago.] Ladies first! [The woman chimes as she approaches one of two glass balls on stage with hundreds of little papers inside. She reaches out, pulls out a slip, reads it, approaches the stage, and calls out.] Primrose Everdeen.

[There's a little girl stepping from the crowd of girls marked 'Twelve'. She takes small, stiff steps. Obviously trembling as she approaches the stage.]

Prim! [The camera swings to Katniss in the crowd of 16-year-olds.] Prim! [She shouts again as she runs past the other girls who part for her grabs the child before she walks up the steps, shoving her behind her now.] I volunteer! [Katniss gasps out.] I volunteer as tribute!

Lovely! [Effie starts.] But I believe there's a small matter of introducing the reaping winner and then asking for volunteers.. Umm..

What does it matter? [The well dressed man behind her asks, looking pained at the sight of the girls] Let her come forward.

No, Katniss! [Prim screams hysterically, grabbing tight around Katniss.] No! You can't go!

Prim. [Katniss' voice actually sounds  a little harsh now.] Let go!

[A boy steps forward and takes Prim now, looking as though it's taking every ounce of will power not to protest this. But he holds the thrashing Prim in his arms and carries her off.]

Well Bravo! That's the spirit of the games. What's your name? [Effie asks, clearly a little more exuberant now.]

Katniss Everdeen.

I bet my buttons that was your sister! Don't want her to steal all the glory, do we? Come on everybody! Let's give a big round of applause to our newest tribute!

[But for some reason the feed cuts out suddenly, and obviously the next was editted back in. As though something was cut out.]

[Katniss looks about to cry, when suddenly the drunk man behind her comes up and throws his arm around her.] Look at her. Look at this one! [He hollers.] I like her! Lot's of.... Spunk! More than you! [He lets go and moves to the edge of the stage before pointing directly into the camera.] More than you!

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[Prim knows that her sister can't be saved from the Games-- everyone in the District would be severely punished if she disappeared, including her family, and Katniss would never allow that to happen]

[but she's hysterical right now, and is trying everything she can]

Please save her! Please, please, please! Give her a worldhop, just don't let them take her! Don't let her--

[she's crying too hard to say any more]

What the hell was that!?

[And that would be Ariadne's response to her first virus. :3]

Well that was fun and all, but looks like real life doesn't want to give me a break. I wake up this morning, fresh from the weirdest virus yet and find out a friend has been hospitalized under 'strange circumstances'. Looks like I'll be busy tonight, too.

But seriously...Hogwarts?

[Part one of two for a canon move for Suze today. AmyJack will be spamming up the community today! Woo!]

[The scene opens up to Mal's home, as seen in her first video. The Computer is on the kitchen table. The patio opens out to a whole city, making it clear that the porch is somehow floors above the rest of the city. Like an apartment building but with house design.

Heels can be heard, and the scraping of a chair being slid out, then the computer is turned until there is a woman on screen. She's older looking, but smiling with a sense of youth to her.]

I have not seen this around in a long while. [And that is definitely Mal's voice.]

Well now I know those viruses aren't just some joke. Though I suppose that would be getting of easy for a first round wouldn't it?

I'm guessing things will only get stranger from here on out.

...It's me. Akira. I'm back, everyone.

Please, someone talk to me. Anyone. It's drivin' me insane, all of this shit. I just need to talk to someone.

Could somebody suggest some kind of mind-numbing activity for my roommate to do? He's in one of his moods and he's demanding I ask you all to entertain him.

Please, I fear for my sanity if this continues.

( Cut for Death )

Top 3. Like Hell I'm losing now--especially not to you, bro.

And just checking up, Kaito. How's flipping the world going?

[travis is actually too upset to be a total asshole :|a]

-soft humming in the background, barely covering the sound of splashing-

So tell me, fellow Ducks... why do Weevils like to hide out in the nastiest of places? You'd think they'd pick something other than a sewer tunnel...

... at least the bloody Daleks came to us.

[ Claire is seated comfortably in the frame as soon as it clicks on. She immediately launches into a rant, and during the whole thing, she's cutting her own bangs by using the webcam display as a mirror. Yeah. She's a classy girl, and her hair now resembles her haircut in the icon. Feel free to tell her that she didn't cut her bangs straight and needs to adjust it.

In the background, you can probably see this dude and a very sketchy looking motel room. With broken lights. ]

So. Day two of bonding time with bio-dad. [ if the venom in her voice were any more evident, she would legitimately have turned into a snake. ~the more you know~ ] That's going great, I guess. I mean, no one's dead yet; that's an improvement from the last time I saw him.

I'm gonna be hard to reach. We decided to take a fun vacation south of the border for ... [ a glance over her shoulder, then a disgusted look back at the screen, and more bang-clipping. ] For an indefinite period of time. Don't worry, I'll try to be around as much as possible. He's pretty much the last person I want to talk to right now.

Did you know that Spanish 101 and 102 teach you the completely wrong kind of Spanish to use this side of the Atlantic? Yeah. It's been really helpful. [ one last snip, then she sets the scissors down and sits up straighter, bringing the rest of her hair in front of her shoulders with a sweep of her hands over her shoulders. ]

So. Is everyone done thinking they're Harry Potter?