[ when the camera switches on, it peers out to the view of a table and several pieces of wood. they're varying colors and sizes, and to add to the variety, there's a few different kinds of blades, tools for carving wood. two hands are in front of the feed, carving something into what seems to be cork. by the position of the camera, which seems to be looking out in view of knees and arms, the communicator is probably dangling from a lanyard on his neck.

he has a little bit of trouble carving out one part of the rounded star design he's making--the design is on the table. he sighs finally, giving it a look over. when he finally does round off one of the tips, it goes soaring and ricohets off of the table and into the trash can. ]

... point. [ he smirks, though unseen. he takes the communicator from its position, probably to check the time or entries, and eyes the blinking red light.

B|

Riku doesn't look to be well, either--he looks a little green, a little sick, under the weather. maybe that's why he's inside? ]

Anyone know if there's someone who can fix these? Mine keeps switching on whenever it wants since yesterday. [ when he, uh, dropped it. ]

[Touma's on his own near the Athletic field. It's an open space with very few people around, so it would be perfect for some practice. Now, for the other two to get here... He waited, rather impatiently, on the bleachers.]

[Tieria had grabbed a book from the library, some historical fiction piece he thought sounded interesting, and headed for the park. He found a bench to read on, needing some time to be on his own and in quiet after the excitement from yesterday. It had been a little hairy. At least everyone had been returned properly.]

[Once one Ciaphas Cain HERO OF THE IMPERIUM enters his bedroom for the night, he will find that there is a single Eridan sitting on his bed. An Eridan who is looking downward as he kicks his feet and otherwise pulls at the sheets on the bed with lack of anything else better to do, he seems to be pretty miserable -- Almost as miserable as he had been a few days ago. This time, however, there was a new reason for him to miserable. Even if the same reason he was like this last time is now back into affect...

See, not only was he once again the only troll in Marina (there had been so many just yesterday where did they all go)...

... He didn't even get to meet his own Ancestor!]