[It made sense.

Well, not really. But it made enough sense for Sabitsuki to accept. If the video contained a virus and watching it infected them all, then it only made sense that the virus would want them to replicate it. It had three options for growth here, through the three girls. Only Sabitsuki had figured it out, and that made a withering smile touch her lips. She was the only one who was going to die anyway.

She pushed open the door to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed.]

Hey.

I need you to do something for me.

[...]

Happy birthday. [She grunts that in Urotsuki's direction.]

[After the reaction he'd had at the carnival, he wasn't feeling all that enthused for this. But he reminded himself that he'd promised, and he wanted to fulfill that promise. He sucks in a breath to steel himself, and then calls her.]

Er... happy birthday.

[An excited yip in the background - take it as Torpedo saying hi.]

[Sabitsuki is sitting on top of the washing machine in the laundry room. She's reading a manga she swiped from her and the other 'tuskis rooms, not caring if their gross otaku ghost is throwing a fit right about now.

The machine rattles and rumbles under her. The water inside is faintly pink.

She also happens to be wearing an elabourate funeral outfit. With her colourless eyes and dull skin, she might be mistaken for one of the resident ghosts at first.]

[You might be used to the televisions of your apartment flickering on and off. Occasionally they'll show a distorted burst of a news reel, or maybe a couple of minutes of a show you liked. Nothing long, nothing clear, and certainly nothing easy to watch.

Well, this might not be 'easy' to watch either, though the video and audio is very clear.

It appears to be a shot of the inside of someone's shower. The 'camera' seems to be positioned in a way that makes it so you only see the head and shoulders (and arms, when he raises them to scrub at his hair) of the person standing inside. This person is pretty recognizable as Yosuke, if you've seen him before. He's soapy and for once the water is running clean without even a trace of blood or grime.

Oh, and he's singing. Loudly.]

-- ashimoto "Bounce Bounce"
It's time to bang bang bang your head
Ow kidukeba dandan yamitsuki "Bounce Bounce"
It's time to bang bang bang your head
You wanna catch me -
Hide and Seek!

[And so on... The picture and auido will last for several minutes. Want to call him up and laugh? Leave him some concerned and/or gloating messages on the forum, or on his phone? Go for it.

It's his birthday, after all.]

[She's not used to suddenly waking up after taking a turn in the flow, but a moment of checking makes her realize that she can't possibly be out of it. She's not in agony, for one, and her effects are still present. The taste of the cinnamon candy is weird, but she rolls the hard ball in her mouth and sucks on it, carefully looking around the room.

Dingy. Dark. Untidy and unclean.

And with a faint, permeating smell of meat.

Not put off by this, she opens the door into the main room and sets about exploring. Her pipe is close at hand.]



[After whatever altercation happens in the apartment itself, she can be found on any corridor of the Apartments. She might be quite noticeable, as she's mounted on a broom and the tips of her boots are just skimming over the flooring. Exploration is something she's pretty keen on, especially since she's never seen anything like this in her flow before.]

[ while everyone is still running about, screaming, and generally wetting themselves from fear, or getting frustrated, Urotsuki is as calm as can be. she'd awoken in a gross shut-in's room filled with anime memorabilia galore, and had been grabbed by something on the wall - which she cleaved the arms off of with her chainsaw.

but thats neither here nor there.

sitting in the lobby area, Urotsuki is playing a little tune on her trombone. its smooth and repetitive and she appears more bored than anything as she does it, clearly just doing it to pass some time. her Jigokuberry is filming her at some awkward myspace-esque angle, and she looks up at the phone before her trombone just... disappears and she picks up the phone to hold it in front of her face. ]

What a shitty phone.

[ abruptly her hair turns to two long twintails on either side of her head, and she twirls one tendril around her finger. the feed continues with her setting down the phone, and just generally fiddling with it until the video times out. ]

The power has been out for some time as winter settles itself in for the rest of the season. The wind whips and howls outside the apartments. Inside, the new lights seem close to turning off for good, and yet one by one they flicker to life, illuminating every hallway in a sickly yellow glow. Inside the apartment rooms themselves, flashes of lightning provide the only illumination until you stumble from your bed, making your way outward, the taste of cinnamon candy sharp in your mouth.

This wasn't where you went to sleep. It isn't anywhere near where you were.

There's a flicker in the darkness - an unnatural shadow against the black that seems to shift constantly, always staying just out of your visual range. You might be treated to laughter, or a whisper for help, but if you turn you will find nothing but the darkness until you can make your way into the hallway. There is a need deep in your bones to get to the light underneath the doorway of the apartment itself; it offers hope the hope as it peeks through the cracks in the door.

With a loud crash of thunder that seems to shake the apartment to its core, all of the power goes dead once more, but a moment later it returns, shaky and faint but puttering on for the lost souls trapped within. Doors slowly swing open with loud creaks, enabling you as you stumble through you living room to catch a glimpse at what awaits you.

The dingy hallways are slowly filling with people.


Jigoku had claimed a new batch of souls.



[[OOC: Feel free to reply to this or start making journal entries! It's a dark and stormy night in Jigoku. Until dawn, the doors leading outside will be locked and no amount of magic or pressure will be able to relieve them. If you stay alone for too long in your room, you might see a Wallfader whispering your name as it slowly manifests itself. Move too close to it and you'll likely be grabbed so watch out!]]