Is it January?

[It's suddenly very important for him to know this. An impromptu food run has turned into him faceplanting for an elongated period of time at the ramen shop, a bit too weak to walk back, but that's not nearly as important as, "is it January?".]

[Ryoji had intended to go on a quick breakfast run before Minato woke up -- he slept so little these days, between dreams and his own restlessness -- but the end result was far different. To the average onlooker, Ryoji is nearly twice as pale as usual, his cheeks pinkened almost hectically and deep lines under his eyes.]

[He's also a bit unsteady on his feet, his voice a bit less smooth than normal.]

[He's fine, though. Totally fine. Just ignore him propped up on a bench outside the park, head bowed. How did he even get here?]

Hey, does anyone else think the sky is weird?

[Saki's at home doing her own cooking -- for once. She has an Allen and a new maid to feed, after all.]

[Poking her head out of the kitchen.] Hey, Hitoshura! Breakfast's ready. Hope you like pumpkin pancakes.


((OOC: Backdated to mid-morning-ish.))

[ When the feed starts up, it begins, not with jostling or jouncing about (the actions already carried out and exhausted prior to recording, thank you), but with the image of a young man's face. It's not a very impressed face, with his expression wavering somewhere between curiosity, mild wariness, and a careful neutrality. The tattoos and markings that span his face pulse with a faint, agitated glow. ]

Who can tell me more about this place?

[ A pause, and his brow furrows a little more, caution giving way to mild irritation, a hint of disapproval, and then into something very close to frustration, perhaps anger. From somewhere beyond the screen, there comes a rattle of what could only be chains. ]

I'd like to know the whereabouts of my companions, and if possible, how to remove these things.

Now.