Nov. 12th, 2010


[action & closed.]

Who: Axel and Vanitas.
Where: Cafeteria and hallways.
When: Day Five; around lunchtime.
What: Axel and Vanitas both recognize people at Yellow Brick who remind them of people they aren't.

Vanitas didn't like the boy's existence, not a bit. )

Nov. 4th, 2010


[accidental video, action | open]

[The video feed suddenly clicks on when Axel sits up, sending the communicator he'd had beside him on the couch falling onto the floor. It's a little hard to tell from this angle, but he's visibly bothered by something, holding his head and staring down at his lap as if searching for...something.]

--Who was that?
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Nov. 3rd, 2010


002 - Voice & Video

[The redhead is seen, mouth moving like he's cussing under his breath. His arms seem a bit scratched up, there are bags under his eyes and he looks more than irritated. It's obvious he was restrained before with how he rubs at his raw wrists. It was probably for refusing the medicine. ]

Fucking hell - they still won't give me a cig, or even the damn patch. [He sighs and rubs his upper arm where a bandage covers an injection site]

I hate withdrawals. Hate 'em, hate 'em, hate 'em. The headaches, the bottomless pit my stomach become, the insomnia. If I thought my vision was bad before, it's worse now that my one eye is on the fritz, everything's fuzzy because I can't concentrate, can't sleep.

Whatever meds they tried to give me to make me sleep haven't worked. Been up for nearly 48 hours by now, I think. Still no sign of the Dog. Hell if anyone needed some head shrinking you'd think he'd be the first tossed in a joint like this. That or his bug eyes friend... or those really creepy twins.

[Badou shudders at he memories, rubs his upper arms and gnaws on his raw lower lip. He's obviously troubled by whoever these people he mentioned are, though no one besides Naoto will really understand.]

I can't find my camera neither. Anyone see it? Mighta dropped it when I went out the other day searching the levels with Naoto. That or these creepy nurses took it. If nothing else I'd at least like to blackmail people take photos again.

Oct. 26th, 2010



Who: Xion and ANYONE
Where: A secluded bit of beach
When: Early
What: Loss of memories through forced medicating is only kind of a big deal.

Woobie destroyer of worlds alert. )
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Oct. 18th, 2010



[ Just like the announcements said, the beach is open for use -- a bit of a grand opening to celebrate includes music, balloons and burgers and sausage straight from the grill. A temporary buffet table is set up with a few picnic benches, to the left of the changing booths. Attendants will help you get your food, will monitor the waters for any signs of trouble and will be happy to get you anything you might need for a fun day in the sun.

Swimwear, life vests, beach toys and towels are supplied for any patient venturing that way by the staff on request, but venturing into the water isn't required. If you do take a dip, you'll notice that after swimming a small distance that the area is enclosed with a high metal fence. The holes in the water-immersed sections are small enough to prevent large fish to enter without restricting some of the smaller species. If swimming isn't your thing, just sit back and relax in the sand, or chat up your fellow patients. Get to get to know the people those voice posts and videos belong to.

This is an open-style post meaning post/reply/spam threads all you like with your characters if they're going to be at the beach today. Feel free to make separate posts for your own purposes as well, this is just a mixer! ]

Oct. 14th, 2010


[action I closed]

Who: Xion, Axel, Roxas
Where: Cafeteria
When: Lunchtime!
What: Awkward. Derping. Probably woobing? It's time for a reunion! :D

Guess who finally left her room? )

Oct. 11th, 2010


[accidental voice || open]

[...Something isn't quite right here. The last thing he remembers is her. Yelling. Fire. Anger.


His face feels cold and when he reaches up to touch it he realizes that he'd...been crying. Upon further digging through those hazy memories, he much more. How could that--?

But rather than ponder about it more, Axel's left to stare...stare...and stare more at the ceiling over head.]

...You've gotta be kidding me.

That was...too real.