[Hello. I have started this thread in the hopes of attracting interests like my own. Anything is allowed, even kinks which go beyond the borders of vore. I would like to keep things orderly, so each person may only play one of the characters; in addition, each character may only be played by one person. I shall be roleplaying myself, Ryuzaki (L). Due to a previous arrangement, the parts of Raito and Misa have also been taken by Kitti and StoopidKitsune, respectively. Please do not use original characters unless they fit the Death Note setting well (must be human). If you don't know what Death Note is, don't join this. Those who do, enjoy.]<br/><br/>Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fift- L's train of thought was interrupted as the sugar cubes came tumbling down all over his marble table. He had almost broken his record, but L digressed to challenge his stacking abilities another time. For now, he absentmindedly gathered and deposited the sugar into his coffee, L's mental processes following a new path. His absurdly wide eyes, underlined in deep, insomniac black, roamed the small, plainly decorated room which L had claimed as his base of operations for the continuation of the Kira investigation. Speaking of which, the entire police force L had assembled seemed to have gone missing this particular morning. He wondered in the back of his head where they had all gone off to, a thumb drifting over L's lips. The police would likely return later, he concluded. L glanced at his television out of the corner of an eye, the reporter having caught his attention. “-and another incident of inexplicable heart attacks has occurred, this time in-” the lady was explaining. L sipped his beverage. He lifted the remote between his thumb and forefinger, then shut the TV off. L preferred quiet, at least right now. He could afford to miss a few news broadcasts for the sake of a healthy thinking environment.