So much commotion over the past few days. It's beginning to seem as though there will never be another moment of peace. [not that he actually cares, though. it's all just vaguely annoying, especially with the appearance of a certain death god.]

Conrad? [Private messaging hadn't worked, so...]

Has anyone seen Conrad? He's not on the list, but he isn't answering.

[And he missed their morning run and he didn't even call during the black out to make sure he was all right. That's...very unConrad-y! This is Yuuri's worried face.]

[His expression looks calm, but on the inside the prince is overcome with uneasiness. Wolfram hasn’t had the chance to sleep; there are beeping bots entering and leaving the room at all times and not only they won't let him sleep, he can't sleep-- his mind is too restless. Of course he is concerned about his brother’s well-being but there is something else worrying him: Even though Conrad is a half human, he is a tremendously skilled soldier. Conrad isn’t the type of person that can be defeated easily, that is why Wolfram can’t imagine who or what left his brother in such a state.

His fingers curl into a tight fist. Should he inform the Defense Force? What should he do? It’s so unnerving, being able to do nothing but wait and observe, especially since he is far from being the patient type.

With a sigh, he stands up and leaves the room. He has been locked up there all night and all day long, and he feels like going out to get some fresh air. Sternly, he starts walking around, never straying too far away from the hospital.]

[Rolo has spent most of his afternoon sleeping, and is a little displeased by this fact. He's still groggy as he's found his way to the kitchen in the shelter, hungry enough to set other matters aside for the moment.

The contents of the refrigerator are... disturbing. He shuts the door again immediately.

Anyone who wanders into the kitchen now will find him searching through the cabinet with a deep frown on his face.]

[Fletcher sounds groggy, like he's just waking up. Yes, in the middle of the afternoon.] Why do those monsters keep showing up...? Someone has to know why, right? I mean-- someone has to have made them...

[Aftran is, once again, in her miniature pool in the athletic center, her dummy host restrained with one ear under the sludgy water. The body doesn't move, but if one looks close, something can be seen swimming below the surface.]

[ He was leaning against the wall by the entrance to the skating rink, periodically looking around for Asuka's approach. Today he felt less like this was a date, and more like something they were both trying because they were bored. At least it sounded better in his head -- unlike the day where they agreed to meet up, anyhow.

Part of him doesn't expect her to show up. Maybe she has something more interesting to do, or something to go be angry about. He can't say that he wouldn't disappointed if she stood him up... but she'd at least call first, right?

Sighing, he zipped up the front of his jacket a little more. Maybe he shouldn't have arrived so early. He doesn't even know why he did in the first place. ]