The Unpopcorning of Light Yagami. Open RP

[darkwithoutme.livejournal.com]

Awareness was the first thing to come to Light, but it might as well not have because the only thing that came forth was nothingness. Am I dead?, crosses the mind briefly before descending back to nothing. It feels cramped in this space, but also as if it goes on forever. That doesn't make sense, but it is all there is to feel. Memories float back lazily like clouds, but of where Light Yagami is currently or what he did just before escapes him. The last thing he remembers is finding out that Yotsuba has been proffiting off of Kira's power. Then, hearing comes back with the sound of a great

POP!

Suddenly there is floor under him, and butter all over him. Light lifts his head and sight returns just before the smell and taste of butter overpowers everything momentarily. Once he get's over the fact that there is butter everywhere, Light takes a moment to check the rest of himself over. His hair is a mess, and he is wearing a green sweater with the Slytherin insignia on it that goes well with the green socks and black shoes on his feet, although the socks are covered by tan pants. On one wrist there is a waterproof (hopefully butter proof too) watch, the other has a handcuff locked on it. Light's eyes trail down the chain of the handcuffs, only to find that Ryuzaki is nowhere to be found.

"Is this another test, Ryuzaki?" Light wonders aloud as he stands up to see if the door of this room is locked. It wouldn't surprise him if this was a test, as Ryuzaki already seems to be off his rocker about certain things, but it also would be unsurprising if this wasn't L's doing. Wouldn't he be covered in something sweeter than butter if this was L's idea? Then again if not L then...?

The door is unlocked, so Light wanders into the hallway in search of a washroom or Ryuzaki, whichever is found first. The chain drags along the floor behind him, but his buttery footprints already cover the castle floor so Light doesn't bother to pick it up as he goes in a random direction.  

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[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

Near had had to sneak out of their room to get down to the library; Mello kept badgering him to rest (which, he pointed out, wasn't at all restful), and refused to pay attention to his reasonable assertions that it was just a cold.

Now he was making his way back from the library with an armful (well, only four this time, a concession to being sick) of books. He'd found a way back to Ravenclaw that went past the Popcorn room, one of those shortcuts that should logically have been longer.

He's utterly unprepared for who he sees, but he covers it well.

"Well, well. Light Yagami."

[ijk-mno.livejournal.com]

"Matt!" Light might have to take a moment to recognize the voice. L is five years younger, and also, trying to fight for his dignity. Unsuccessfully.

It was a mistake to ever let on that he might be ticklish. Now he can't stop laughing, and he's very badly losing a fight to duck away.

"Gah!"

[papayagami.livejournal.com]

Soichiro was just going to get something to eat, that was all.

He had to pass by the popcorn room, but upon catching someone out of the corner of his eye, he stopped and looked.

His blood ran cold.

His son was in there.

Light.

Kira.

His eyes looked down at the handcuff. So, Light came from that time, and his lifespan was a larger amount from when he last saw it. Light had a lifespan under his name, but given that he was Kira anyway...

He pulled his keys/Pensieve out of his pocket.

"Light."

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

So, for some reason, Near's gone. Again. How's he supposed to get better? God, I ache, too. How long am I going to have to keep this up?

On the way to the library, since that's the most likely place for him to be, I run across a butter-covered person I'd only seen in photographs. The person responsible for mine and thousands of other deaths.

"So, you're here, too. Knew this place lacked standards, Light." Gods, first B and now this loser, too.

[we-shall-see.livejournal.com]

"What's with the accessories?"

The secret agent, who had been walking the other direction with a cross word puzzle and a styrofoam cup off coffee, pauses in order to mock.

"The chain and the butter coating are very edgy."

[bowchickamaou.livejournal.com]

Yuuri feels bad for all the really buttery people who get popcorned and show up disoriented. He can empathize on so many levels.

"Hi!" He greets the unpopcorned guy with a friendly smile. Yuuri is good at friendly smiles: candid, warm, innocent -- probably way more innocent than a 16-year-old kid in this day and age has any business being, but that's just Yuuri for you. "You feeling okay? I don't think we've met before. I'm Shibuya Yuuri."

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Kusuriyuri seemed to have taken a wrong turn again. His geta clacked softly on the stone floor and his case jingled softly behind him. Perhaps he should have sought out A before trying to find the dojo again. As it happened, he smelt something strange as he turned the corner to see a rather disoriented boy covered in something yellow. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, trying not to spook him any further.