Video

[crazyoldbat.livejournal.com]

Well, I was going to ask about Thanksgiving some weeks ago but this and that kept coming up, and now it seems everything's going to hell in a hand basket. So I suppose I might as well start asking anyway. With the track record being what it is around here, I doubt things will get much better anyway.

Assuming enough of us are in one piece next Thursday, I've decided we're going to be having Thanksgiving dinner at the hotel. If I don't have reason to kick you out, you're invited. I'm a fair cook and I'm used to making dinner for large groups but if anyone wants to lend a hand, you're more than welcome to .

I have a feeling this debacle we're facing now and the fact we're going through the holidays without our families will leave us all in a sour mood, so after the main dinner I'm going to be drinking and anyone of the proper age is welcome to join me. Bring your own alcohol though, I'm not spending that much money on you lot.

Fourth lecture -- video/action during the Dark Hour

[profcharisma.livejournal.com]

( In which a deer, teal in color, emerges. )

(Video)

The feed clicked on half a moment before Lord El-Melloi hit the ground, having turned on after it fell from his pocket.  For several moments, he is the only in thing in the frame, lying still and unmoving.  It is difficult to see much of him, as part of his face is blocked by how his arm is lying, and more of it is obscured by his dark hair, but what can be seen of it is covered in something shiny and slick and possibly red.  It's hard to tell in this light.

Then there is the sound of footsteps, and the phone is picked up by an unseen person; they kept the camera facing away from them, never revealing any more than a few brief glimpses of a hand and sleeve.  Very deliberately, the camera was turned toward the prone form of Lord El-Melloi, lying on the pavement with a small pool of liquid forming on the ground around his face.  This picture stayed on the screen for several long moments-- he did not move.

Then it dropped, and the feed cut out.

ITP: Not a True Self

[fatestayhome.livejournal.com]

[Action/Fleeting Glance; AKA Locked From Others]
[He had seen the others viewing their other selves lately, and had been in contact with Lancer's.

He was completely blank on the current situation, until he was caught off-guard one night after meeting Lancer's Shadow.

Those wandering around the Velvet Key will find a scuffle going on between... Two Shirou...? But after a while one of the Shirou disappeared, and the real one was left gasping for breath on the ground, before he got up himself, and went back to the hotel.

Shirou was unavailable for the night if you tried to call him after that, but for some reason, a weird feed came on the next day...]

[Video]
I don't exist.

[There was a toneless voice coming from the screen, which was obscured by a strange sword.]

I never existed ever since that fire.

[The voice continued droning on as the sword was lifted, showing Shirou with his eyes covered by his bangs.]

The me that existed could only be achieved by one foolish man saving a life that should not be saved.

[He then turned off-screen, where the signs of one struggling with a hold could be heard.]

Just stop talking-!

[If the Shirou on-screen heard the other Shirou yelling, he didn't show a sign of noticing it, and continued.]

I suppose it was a mistake, for I know that this borrowed ideal would betray me in the end, but out of duty to the man who saved me, I carried on.

For what...?

[A slight hint of despair flowed through his voice as he turned to the camera.]

Tell me, Prospero. What should you do to someone who is not supposed to exist? Do you kill them to end their suffering? Or do you let them chase that futile dream of existing?

Your answer might just save a soul from living a life paved with despair tonight.

00110100 (Video)

[want-a-vacation.livejournal.com]

*Allen's escaped violence from his Shadow, if mostly by missing the chance to talk to and deny it, but still looks a little on the tired side as he posts.*

Duplicates claiming they're us, then attacking. There go my hopes that whatever that voice was talking about at least wouldn't be trying to kill us.

Ah, if anyone's hurt and can get to the hotel at midnight, I'd be willing to share some healing Eth-um, spells. As long as I don't get my own homicidal twin, anyway.

*Yup, Allen's Shadow was 100% right about the original Allen pretending that post never went up.*

3x Accel

[maguskiller.livejournal.com]

[Kiritsugu didn't want to make a move as overt as this, but with things as they are, and with recent events disabling his chances of having Shirou talk for him, he's left with no choice.]

[Audio]

I need a status report on all Heroic Spirits.

Ninth Night - Shadow Self

[berry-paunch.livejournal.com]

[Action 1]


[People wandering around the Dark Hour may suddenly notice Tatsuma nearby. Which is odd, because in many cases, there won't exactly have been many routes for him to take, save jumping from the very rooftops. But it's not like he would do something like that, right?

Anyway, regardless of who you are, he'll pause to give a wave (with bare hands, even. Looks like he isn't wearing his usual gloves for some reason) before starting to go his own way. He's taking his time at least, so catching up to him shouldn't be a problem if you want to talk to him that much.]

[Action 2]

[Maybe you just saw Tatsuma going the complete opposite way. Maybe you haven't encountered him at all tonight. In any case, he's here, pausing mid-run to take a look around as though searching for something - or possibly, someone.

On a closer inspection, he's looking decidedly battered. There's a nasty bruise on his cheek for one thing, and some dried blood on his chin. And that's only counting what is visible, what with long sleeved shirts and pants and all.

Bother him? Help him out? It's up to you!]

♚ ｓｗｏｒｄ ｏｆ ｐｒｏｍｉｓｅｄ ｖｉｃｔｏｒｙ

[ex_cashcow493]

☙TEXT;

Did anyone meet with me the night prior?

[ This was the easiest way of determining if she had a doppelganger running around. From the sounds of it, there seems to be one of several people, but she's yet to hear of one of herself. She knew where she was the night before.. so if anyone made claim she was elsewhere, she could know. ]

In the circumstance that those shadows from the night before return, I want a list of confirmed ones. Do not engage such shadows. Leave them to those who are capable of fighting them.

5th Cheer

[go-go-lets-go.livejournal.com]

[Action; Dark Hour]

[If you're out during the Dark Hour tonight, you may spy two identical twin cheerleaders having a spirited discussion with one another in the streets.  Well, identical except that one of them has yellow glowing eyes.  Sakurako's speech will be in black, and her Shadow will be speaking in red.]

Hey, wow!  It's like we're twins!

We're not twins, stupid.  I'm your Shadow.

Oh!  Nice to meet you!  I'm Sakurako!

I know that.  You're me, and I'm you, remember?

...Oh yeah!  So, um... what did you want?

Oh, you know... just to play around with you a little bit.  [The Shadow laughs playfully and winks.]  Remind you of some things.

Okay!  Like what?  Is there something I've been forgetting?

Yeah, lots of things!  Like how you're jealous of Kakizaki for finding a cute boyfriend first.

That's kind of a weird thing to bring up... I mean, she isn't even here!  But yeah, I guess I am a little bit jealous.  I mean, Kugimi and I are just as cute as she is, right?

[The Shadow blinks a little, nodding.]  Um... yeah!  That's right!  You - uh, we're definitely cute!  Isn't that why you joined the cheerleading squad in the first place?  To grandstand in front of the other students and get a lot of attention?

Well, yeah, of course it is!  That's what cheerleaders do!

[There's a bit of a twitch from the Shadow.  This isn't going the way she'd planned it.]  You secretly like it when the boys look at that short skirt of yours, don't you?  Admit it!

Hehe... well, sometimes!  [Sakurako laughs, rubbing the back of her head.]  But you know, it's not like those skirts were designed to discourage people from staring.

[At this point, the Shadow is sort of hunching over, clutching at its head.]  S-stop it!  Stop agreeing with me!

But everything you're saying is true...

Aaaaaaaaaargh!  [And with that final cry, the Shadow disperses into black mist, leaving the original Sakurako standing there confused.]

Huh... that was weird.  I wonder where she went!

4th Pixel

[voidquesting.livejournal.com]

[Video]

[And here's Mitsuo, looking like even more of a horrible creeptastic mouthbreather than usual.  Oh, and this one has creepy glowing yellow eyes to go along with it.  He looks to be broadcasting from the real Mitsuo's room, but the original is nowhere to be found.  As the screen flickers to life, Shadow!Mitsuo does nothing but stare and breathe loudly, waiting for whoever is on the other end to address him first.]

.........