[Last night was all kinds of weird, Josak thinks, but somehow it was still fun. Just what he had needed to take his mind off...everything. He'd almost forgotten how great it felt to be someone else for a little while.

Now he sits at a table in the club, waiting for his "competition." He wonders if Wolfram will even show. He did make the wager under strange circumstances. If he doesn't, Josak won't let the good drinks go to waste.]

[Saguru and Haibara have taken over one of the residental suites in the shelter, Saguru figuring that Haibara would be glad to be out of eyesight while wearing a restraint and both willing to rest while they figured out their next plan. Saguru had returned from the dining hall not terribly long ago with tea and biscuits for he and Haibara, and he was enjoying them while thinking everything over.

It was there that they heard Euphemia's initial post and the warnings that follow soon after, and after a glance at Haibara's fake name-- Sherry? that certainly fit a naming trend he was familiar with-- Saguru very calmly went over to the door, made sure it was securely closed, and then pushed the sofa over to block it. Just in case, you know; it pays to be prepared.]

That should hold, assuming she doesn't find a gun.

[and then a small bit of video, filtered to Kid relatively well.]

We've barricaded ourselves inside our room in the shelter, for now. If you should want to hide with us, you're welcome to it, but I imagine you still have tricks up your sleeve as far as disappearing outside goes. If you hear before we do that Euphemia has been restrained, the mention would be nice, although we're equipped to last out a few hours. I don't imagine it will take longer than that.

[and then a public video, so this post isn't completely locked orz-- but filtered pointedly away from Euphemia.]

I'm afraid that a time of crisis seems like a poor time to make an introduction, but all the same. I met a few of you earlier, but it seems there's quite a few more people to meet and a much more I should know about this.

I'm Saguru Hakuba. I'm a detective from England. [not Japanese at all, why do you ask?] Any extra tips you could provide to the situation would be appreciated.

[ the word "sucked" doesn't begin to describe yesterday, and Kanda is still not in a good mood, even twenty-four hours later. he's done his best, all day, to avoid people -- stayed off the network, off the main streets; in fact, he spent most of the day holed up in his own apartment, tending to the too-many potted and hanging plants therein.

he's pruning back one plant right now, and his expression is -- as it is so rarely -- almost peaceful. there are things he needs to say, do... but it's late now, and they'll sit for one more day. right? ]

[Harry was in his room when he heard Euphie's little announcement. In a rare, rare moment of common sense, he decided to stay where he was. Well, the reason was pretty obvious: he's unarmed.

... However, what he can do, he will. In a very quiet, low voice:] ...To anybody who that lady was targeting: if you need a place to stay until this blows over, I'm in my room in the shelter and...I don't think she's anywhere nearby. [A very long pause as he creeps quietly to his door to listen, then goes back.] ...yeah, she's not here.

Hermione, Otoha, PM, Alma - anyone - are you all right?

[HELLO MARINA, it is night time and we hope you're sleeping well. It's been such a quiet night, hasn't it? Well, maybe not quiet, but it could certainly be louder than it is right now!

No? Well that's too bad.

Vriska has the video feed on this time, even if it's just black at first. That's because her headset is in her hair as she tries to turn it around to where it's supposed to be on her face. This takes about five minutes, interrupted every minute or so with a small fit of giggles.

There we go! The feed is now situated properly on her now. There is a light coming from the side (looks like someone replaced her lamp) that illuminates half of her.

Does she look a bit... uncharacteristically giddy to you?]

Okay... Okay, so. Thissssssss is really, really important. Okay? Okay.

[Pauses for a good 15 seconds, trying so hard... not to laugh.]

My arms... My arms are noodles!

[And then she breaks out giggling again. Oh dear.]



[As of this thread Vriska is now unable to respond to any more responses. ♥]

[ooc; TL;DR vriska dislocated her ankle and the hospital bots gave her medication to deal with the pain. she's just a little loopy and frighteningly excited about nothing in particular.]

[Ashura had been assigned the morning rounds of Marina, which was quieter than usual, though that was not particular unwelcome. Perhaps. It was a strange sensation to be sure, though that was not to say that Marina was an unruly lot to begin with. Small blessings, he decided, small blessings. No need to go looking the gift dragon horse in the mouth, right? It was as like to bite your face off as let you look anyways.

He is leaving after making his report when he spots none other than Jennifer finishing up her usual round of cleaning at DF HQ. He knew she was Yuuri's mother, and Wolfram had spoke of her a few times. Perhaps she knew him well. Frankly he needed to learn more about Wolfram if he wanted to be of any real comfort to the young blonde, and sometimes one had to go to another source to learn all there was to know. If nothing else she was a sweet woman and having tea with her could hardly be a harm.

So, he glided over, all kingly sweetness and smiles, his sword for the moment put away in whatever dimensional pocket it chose to reside in when not in use.]

Jennifer, might I bother you for a moment of your time?

[All this chaos… Naoya's not sure if he approves of it or not. At least from what he had been listening to on Lelouch's post, there were people on their way to take care of it.]

[As long as those important to him are safe. That was all he cared about right now.]

[He stands outside his house, watching the street and listening to the reports on the communicator.]

[[ooc; This post is open, but the thread with Cross will be considered last.]]