[she's sitting on the couch in one of the common rooms, one of her legs bent against her chest, the other off to the side, foot resting on the floor. she has the flashlight from last night loosely held in her right hand, occasionally absentmindedly flicking it on and off.

[Kallen's emotions are in a jumble. she feels...angry at Suzaku for breaking his promise and letting Lelouch get hurt. angry at herself for the same reason. bitter toward Suzaku for taking her role. bitter at Lelouch for letting him, even though she knows why. that he threw away his protector for someone who only ever destroyed. that he didn't trust her...

[whether it's true or not, that's how it feels. and it hurts.

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((OOC: MINDRAPE THREAD IS GO. This post isn't...strictly closed, but if anyone else wants in, I'd appreciate it if you'd contact me first. Just so we can figure out arrangements and all that. ♥))

Ah... Suzaku? Lelouch? Hey there!

I understand Carmen Sandiego kidnapped a friend of Miss Euphemia's, and I'm sure that makes her a friend of you two as well.

I'd like to help recover this person, if you gentlemen wouldn't mind. I have a bit of a vested interest in Carmen myself.

Let me know if there's anything I can do to help! ...Or if you guys find anything about Carmen, would you let me know? I'd be happy to do the same.

[Xion is meandering toward the library. While using a portal would be faster, it's a beautiful day, and she is really happy and wants to bask in it for a bit. She hums a bit as she goes, trying to think of what kind of cake Roxas would want. This should be fun!]

[ Sentience had said lost pets could be picked up in the pet cafe, but she had not asked it what it meant by "lost". Instead, she just... goes. After a long period of waiting and indecision. The day is more than half over before she sticks her head into the little room, which is not as full with animals as it was the first time she had visited it.

Some of the animals are sleeping, others too engrossed in play to notice her. Of the animals that do, however, one is a familiar little face. It bounds over toward her and barks and makes its little noises while she looks down at it. Beagle looks up at her pleadingly, tail wagging so hard she thinks his butt is going to fall off. Eventually, C.C. crouches down and lightly pets his head. He immediately rolls onto his belly and she obliges him. Maybe her throat feels a little tight as she gives him a fond -- if exasperated -- little smile. ]

... stupid.