Involuntary RPG

( Ti voglio bene, mi amico )

WHO: Everypony
WHAT: The last memorial service of IVI
WHEN: Sunday afternoon
WHERE: Parakeet Garden
WARNINGS: Sads?
STATUS: IC/OOC

( Dearly beloved, we are gathered here... )

WHO: Raphael Amante [ITALY] and Mike Fitzgerald [CANADA]
WHAT: Catching up over beers, once the dust settles
WHEN: Time is weird now, but... Today?
WHERE: What used to be the basketball court
STATUS: Complete

( Don't be an asshole. )

[TO] Caleb, Immy, Jade, Pad, Taki, Rashida, Libby, Vanessa, Jace, Davi, Callum, Nate, Marty, Shannon, Eli, Liam, Edwin, Audra, Bryn, Stephen, Mette, Sara, Leigh, Jimmy, Raphael, Cati, Javier, Julian, Allegra, Nate, Mike, Hailey, Kier, Dagmar, Anke, Claudia, Damien, Kyungmi, Sunny [pretty much everyone Leona is on remotely friendly terms with, if I've left you off just jump in]

I don't know when I'll next be able to have my phone with me again due to all the shifting around, so oh my gosh, please let me know that you're okay.

WHO: Mike Fitzgerald, Lydie Pletschette (NPC), Lottie Pewter (NPC).
WHAT: Too little, too late.
WHEN: Sometime before midnight, Night 2.
WHERE: Outside, undisclosed area of campus.
WARNINGS: Character death.
STATUS: Complete.

( Her hair fans out in a golden arc as she falls. )

WHO: Neve Simonetti Di Monda and Mike Fitzgerald.
WHAT: Neve and Mike look for Lydie, are bad-arses. Mike gets injured. No one will die in this log, however, not even Ned Stark.
WHEN: Day/Night Two.
WHERE: Outside.
WARNINGS: Violence. Much dramatic irony.
STATUS: Complete

( Leave you to deal with Raph on your own? No way. That's not something I'd wish on my worst enemy... )

WHO: Shannon Reid, Mike Fitzgerald and Lydie Pletschette (NPC).
WHAT: After the solitary bombings, Mike finds his girlfriend.
WHEN: A few hours after the bombing at solitary.
WHERE: A safe building somewhere.
WARNINGS: None really.
STATUS: Complete.

( Would you shoot a guard to save your girlfriend? To save your friends? To that, Mike knew the answer was yes. )

To: Mike Fitzgerald
From: Shannon Reid

(1) Hey, it's Shannon. I wanted you to know that I've got Lydie with me but she's lost her phone.
(2) We're somewhere safeish, I think, but she's not doing so great. You know what her power's like.

TO: Canadians, Magpies, Allegra, Ashton, Caleb, Claudia, Immy, Jordana, Omar, Remy

hi, check in please? (those of you not at the warehouse, at least)

TO: Nate

hi i'm so sorry i'm okay i was tased and we had to fight the guards but i'm okay where are you?

vol rising's in the cafeteria. they released a serum that killed all the fucking staff, and our powers are all fucked, too.

can you all report on your sitches? what the FUCK is going on?

WHO: Mike Fitzgerald and Lydie Pletschette (NPC).
WHAT: Mike has feels.
WHEN: Early Tuesday morning, before training.
WHERE: Lydie's dorm.
WARNINGS: None. Sads?
STATUS: Complete.

( California girls, long-legged and tan, with shimmering hair down their backs, short shorts and flip-flops. )

TO: Mikael
FROM: Michael
MESSAGE: i'm so fucking sick of this crap, man. lydie's this close to throwing up every fucking day, and my team's batshit, and everything sucks.

WHO: M-Squared.
WHAT: After a seriously grueling day, Mike decides to see how Mikael might feel about the VU.
WHEN: Around 10:30PM on Tuesday.
WHERE: Mike and Mikael's dormroom.
WARNINGS: None really.
STATUS: Complete.

( It was obvious, now, that the IVF wasn't just fucking around with their threats of punishment. Solitary was real, and so was what came after: death. )

[Undernet filter: Kitten (Rashida), Jupiter (Raphael), Playboy (Mike), Rabbit (Cati), Cliodhna (Shannon)]

I read Shepard's post.

I would recommend not discussing it at all with Padraig unless he brings it up first. He's hanging on by a thread, and I don't think it's a good idea to push him into a conversation he's clearly not ready for.

If anyone wants to spend time with a chocolate labrador, I'll be outside.

[Undernet filter: Gandalf (Jade)]

How did this get to be our fucking lives.

[TO] Caleb, Liam, Leigh, Mette, Javier, Rose

I just thought you should hear it first-hand from me, but I sent a resignation email this morning. So I won't be seeing you at training today.

[TO] Damien, Mimir, Mike, Edwin, Eli, Rashida, Immy, Padraig, Davi, Jace

[1/2] I've quit the Squad. I sent an email to Wolfe, Li and Sam this morning. Now I'm going to go back to bed and enjoy not having to get up for practice again on a Sunday as far as we know
[2/2] If anyone wants to talk to me about this, I'll probably be around the outer areas of campus with a blanket and a book or something.

WHO: Neve Simonetti Di Monda and Mike Fitzgerald
WHAT: Neve checks in on Mike after last Friday's training session.
WHEN: Friday, the day after Melbourne [backdated.]
WHERE: Mike and Mikael's room.
WARNINGS: Extreme demolition of sandwiches.
STATUS: Complete!

( Grabbing one half in his hand, he stuffed the entire thing in his mouth; it was gone in a second... )

TO: Mike
FROM: Javier

Your sister sounds like a tiny lottie, she was sweet. She wanted for me to pass on the usual sisterly love

TO: Carter
FROM: Javier

(1/2) The counselor said that he would pass on your message to peg, by the way, and i will call again next mission that we have
(2/2) I spent the rest of the trip in the hotel getting drunk at the minibar with leona, it was strange

TO: Mariana
FROM: Javier

I called my family before hola, novia preciosa

[TO] Mike Fitzgerald
[FROM] Neve Simonetti Di Monda

Because all of your close friends are idiots Do you need to talk?

[TO] Rose, Miyu, Nawal, Isla, Zelda [separately, and with the last two in French]
[FROM] Neve Simonetti Di Monda

Can I be of assistance in any way?

WHO: Javier Diego Amaya & Mike Fitzgerald.
WHAT: A grim discovery turns into a perhaps even grimmer realization.
WHEN: During the Melbourne incident.
WHERE: A lecture hall on the Melbourne campus.
WARNINGS: Death, (implied) violence, sads.
STATUS: Complete.

( No one was moving. )

WHO: Mike & Clara.
WHAT: LOCKDOWN!
WHEN: SUPER BACKDATED TO WHENEVER THAT 2 HOUR LOCKDOWN THING WAS. We actually wrote it and finished it ages ago and just. Idek. I just suck.
WHERE: IDK A SHED SOMEWHERE.
WARNINGS: IDK.
STATUS: FOR EMMA, FOREVER AGO~.

( He was stuck in a dark room (for all intents and purposes, the size of a small closet) with his ex. )