I've never seen a place so fond of parties before. [ Lenalee is thumbing curiously through the costumes hung through the clothing store, and her topic is vaguely serious but her face still light ]

It does seem to like its little. "Surprises", doesn't it? [ she rolls a plastic crown between her fingers ] I suppose, considering its strange idea of criminals, it might as well be a strange prison.

[Cheryl is sitting on a bench in the park, looking vaguely uncomfortable and tense but she isn't trying to hide anymore like she had been doing for the last couple of days. The pamphlet from the greeting basket is on her lap but considering that she had pretty much memorized it over the last couple of days, she isn't reading it at the moment and is instead looking around for signs of life. She didn't want to admit it, but she was getting kind of lonely out there.]

[Voice]

Alright...all of you [kinda awkwardly, she definitely isn't used to the idea of talking to a whole bunch of strangers through the communicator yet] I have a question. Just how dangerous is it out here? I mean, vampires? Really? And I'm pretty sure I saw someone flying around earlier. What kind of people [things?] are around here?

[ Video | Open ]
I want to thank everyone who showed up today's Sign Language class. I know we've lost a few students in the past few weeks, but I appreciate everyone's adjustments to their partners. I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to say this in the class, but... thank you all! [ She smiles, turning to look toward her handiwork. The scene behind her is that of the public bathing area, but things are... different. Candles are strewn about, incense has been set up, and tables piled high with wigs, make-up, and other beauty products are all lined against open spaces that are unoccupied by the baths themselves, or low stools.

Doesn't it just make you curious?

Here is where switches the privacy settings~ ]

( [ Filtered from: Diva, men ] )

( [ Private | Diva ] )

(ooc: Same as previous times~ Event-style tagging, threadjacking and mingling highly encouraged! || Party-crashers are welcome this time, thanks to Jeanne's lack of stealth -- but please try not to outnumber the actual guests? Thank you! ♥)

(ETA: I wanted to emphasize that action is encouraged, and you don't have to tell me (or Jeanne) before tagging in. Have fun!)

[The video on the communicator is switched on and it takes a second for the frazzled blonde to realize that she had finally succeeding in figuring it out. For a second she lets herself be triumphant...then the annoyance returns]

What the hell is going on? [She picks up the pamphlet and waves it around angrily] None of this is serious, right? I mean it can't be. This has to be some really retarded joke or... [She trails off momentarily too overcome with anger to speak properly. When she finally manages to regain said ability, she changes tactics] I didn't even do half these things! And what does deicide and filicide mean? You're just making stuff up to make me seem more guilty, aren't you? [She glares accusingly, not really caring exactly who she is blaming for all this at the moment]

[After a long moment where the teenage girl finally stops glaring and gathers her thoughts, she sighs and looks away looking a little sad] So I'm really stuck here? [Quieter, nearly mumbled] What happened to this finally being my normal life? [AND FIN]