[for the very first time in her life, Nena is in a library, and has spent more than 5 minutes there before declaring it a boring pile of horse shit. as it turns out, romance novels are fucking hilarious. who knew?]

I swear to god, you people are all completely hopeless. [waves a book around and winks at the camera. see? she has evidence.] It's like you don't know anything romance and guys and all that crap. How do any of you ever get laid? [not that it applies so much here, but...]

'Oh, what if he doesn't feel the same way?', 'I'm just not good enough for her', 'Oh, whatever shall I do?!'. [she mostly stuck to the trashy books.] Pathetic, seriously.

So, I get that this'll be hard for you all to understand, but I can totally help! I'll even be nice and make it super easy for you; just give me you're problem, and I'll tell you what to do! Ask away! [V-sign!]

[Feed clicks on, and there's Minako's upbeat voice and face here, yep!]

Hey, Nakama~! This is Minako. Are you free now?

[Kaworu has made a wondrous discovery: he's discovered that Ode to Joy has lyrics, and there's even a German version! So he's back to his practicing awhile after leaving Kohran, communicator sitting on the bench beside him - but he's forgotten to turn off voice after his last discussion, so the sound of a piano and a high, thin voice singing in German can be heard if one has their communicator on. It's still a very simple version of the song, and his untrained voice lacks nuance, but it sounds pleasant enough. Everything's on key, anyway.

Then, once the song's over, he picks up his communicator and sets it on his head, turning on video.]

What sort of music do you listen to? I want to find out more about music.

[The feed comes on, showing Ashura with a curious face - or rather, a distant one is more like. His shoulders move as if he is doing something with his hands, but you cannot see what is going on below chest level.]

I know this might come across as a bit morbid, but I was wondering what everyone's view is on the after life from their world. Do you ascend to a 'Heaven'? Are you cast down into a 'Hell'? Are you reincarnated? Or is there nothing beyond the flesh?

[He turns the feed off to await replies, if any come, and resumes his polishing of his sword out on the steps of his home. It was to nice a day to be stuck inside, and his sword could use some TLC despite having magical properties up and down the wall. It was soothing, anyways - to slow glide of the polish cloth over the crystalline blade and over the wrought gold and ruby hilt.]

[Clad in a bright mini dress and a flower in her hair, Hiling is hard to miss as she heads from her new home in Sector 4 to the club. On her feet are a pair of patent stiletto sandals with straps criss-crossing up to her ankles. Her balance is alright, but it's taking her longer than she'd like to get where she wants to go. She is forced to take small, careful steps, lest she trip or worse, get her new shoes dirty. The apparent difficulty, however, is not enough to warrant footwear abandonment. She clutches the bag slung over her shoulder protectively with both hands as she keeps an eye out for someone to possibly escort her to her destination.]

[Voice | Private to Gaunt]

Meet me at the club. I've got a surprise for you!