08 July 2011 at 10:08 am
[Ending his day with his usual martial arts training at the dojo and a several mile run, Kyou finally burned off some of the built up tension he'd developed earlier in the day. Frustration at Momiji was worsened by having to do something he wasn't really comfortable doing at the ice skating rink. The training tonight had helped ground him, relaxing him in a way that very few things were capable of doing. Exhausted after his cooldown, he dropped down onto a bench in the park in sector 4 to just clear his mind and enjoy the nature there.

It started with one, approaching from beneath the bench to brush up against his ankles. Used to this sort of thing, he ignored it for a few minutes until a second one jumped up onto the bench next to him--determined to crawl onto his lap and get his attention. He allowed it, even going as far as to give it a scratch or two on the head before the third one showed up.

Now...he was just starting to get agitated again. Pushing the one cat off his lap, he switched his communicator to video so everyone could get a good look at his visitors.]


[ooc: Anyone can claim them if they have a cat. Or just come marvel make fun of Kyou.]
[Action | Closed]
08 July 2011 at 01:37 pm
Zelgadis Greywars
[Even after examining the dome more carefully, no where was better place for spells than the park. Open area, nothing to knock down accidentally (not that he isn't careful), can spot passersby long before they're in the line of fire. And good thing, too, that Zelgadis had managed to get a hold of Allen before the place went dark. Trying the summoning again was going to take all his energy and he'd rather not use a lighting spell at the same time.]

[Even with no one around his hood is up, but he lowers it as he sees that the person approaching him is none other than Allen. He even manages a smile; between the thought that they might be getting out of here tonight and the knowledge that, if they stayed, he'd be getting what he needed for his cure from Acumen, things weren't too bad at all.]

[No sooner is Allen within speaking distance than Zelgadis is asking him,]
08 July 2011 at 03:43 pm
Akito/Agito/Lind Wanijima
[Big party, little party, Akito doesn't care. So long as he can spend time with his friends and family on what should be his birthday, that's all he cares about.

Having fun in the morning with his others and Allelujah definitely is a good way to start things off! And then later, party at Jennifer's. He approves of this so much.

Today was going to be a good day. He was determined of this]

((OOC: Birthday things! Party later is free with mingling if you have some reason to be there (even a tiny one). You can assume people talked about it if you like, I fail at planning -_-;;

First thread is closed to H/Alle, then feel free to use the rest of the post for party and mingling stuff))
[Action | Open]
08 July 2011 at 07:59 pm
[It's evening, and an Angel is sitting on the edge of the koi pond, doing - well, what is he doing?

It looks odd, anyway. He leans forward with his elbows on his knees, with a look of deep concentration... then grips his head as though in pain. Pensive look, gripping head. Again and again, until he finally stops, even paler than his usual chalk-white pallor and looking vaguely nauseous.

Damnit, this isn't working.

But what is this?]
08 July 2011 at 10:34 pm
Kon Shinonome
[a shot of a bunch of papers with lots of lines scribbled over it. the perceptive may notice the horrible handwriting at the top, and the nicer, more even handwriting at the bottom]

I'm curious. [sweeps the papers aside and the camera trains itself on Kon's interested face] How good are the medical facilities here? I'm betting that it's a lot more advanced from what I had back home, but how advanced is it exactly?

[pause] Also, who do I have to talk to again about teaching a class at the Academy? [he doesn't have the pamphlet at hand with him to check]
[action | open-ish]
08 July 2011 at 11:02 pm
Kitty Pryde (Shadowcat)
[There's not a single thing out of place beyond Allen's bedroom. Not a single new smudge on the wall. Not a scent in the hall. Not a depression on the floor. Of course beyond his bedroom door he might find a surprise in the form of a girl—a few years his senior—wearing pajamas and making herself comfortable on his bed. She is flipping through a book she found in his room. When she hears the doorknob that some people have to use, she speaks without looking up.]

Hi, honey, welcome home.

(OOC: Apartment closed to people with a reason to be there. People are free to tag her in her pajama-fied walk from her place to his though!)