[Bright and early! No, really, this post is intended to be bright and early. As usual, anyone who dares watch will be able to tell that Kefka is up to no good. Or is he?]

Goooooood morning criminals!!! I have a gift for you all... oh yes, I can be generous, too! [Laughing, he brings his hand up to the screen, a mushy blob of something that looked like it once was food in his palm. There's a questionable red jelly substance oozing from it when he squeezes.]

I tried my hand at the culinary arts and look what we have here! Doesn't it look fascinating? Kind of reminds me of what happens when you beat someone to a bloody pulp. [Squeeze for emphasis; look at all that jelly go!]

Anyone dare try any? Go on, you know you want to... your curiosity might get the best of you!!! But don't forget what they said about the cat and curiosity. [Laugh, laugh, laugh--]

[ Action | Open ]
[In between the duties assigned to him by the robots, Guilford had been making the time to use the terminals in the computer lab in order to draft his report on the events that the Knights who were here, and Cornelia, did not bear witness to. It was a lot of work, and several stacks of papers already piled up on the desk of the terminal he was using today. Even with his restraints off, he had to finish this, so he eschewed all manner of social activity in order to accomplish his goal.

After realized he had run out of water, he stood up from the chair, taking his glasses off for a moment while he rubbed at the corners of his eyes. Perhaps he should take a break...]


[ Action | Closed ]
[While it was true that he was staying in a room direct opposite of the Britannian princesses, apprehension and his busy schedule had prevented him from visiting sooner. There had been a few times where he stood in his doorway, much like now, contemplating walking the short distance and knocking on the door. Something about seeing Euphemia in person just unnerved him, perhaps more so than discovering Cornelia here, without her memories of the time after her re-appearance back home.]

[One deep breath later, he approached and rapped on the door, calling out quietly.] Lady Euphemia, it is Guilford. May I enter? [He probably should have called first, but that felt even stranger, as he resided so close by.]

Hoe?

[Why was she in the hospital? It takes her a few minutes, but she soon remembers the sickness...and how tired she had been for the last two days. Or was it three? How long had she been sleeping?]

[She pushes back the covers in confusion. After a moment or two she switches on her communicator.]

Is...everyone okay now? [is the sickness over?]