[Kitty arrived at the computer lab on time. Finally, she and Ashura were going to be doing their promised get together of her showing him around on the computers. It had taken a bit, for sure, and between strange happenings and a couple illnesses, they'd been interrupted and had to cancel so many time, she was beginning to wonder if they'd ever make this happen. She set up two of the computers that were next to each other for what she wanted to do, and then settled down to wait.]

{OOC: Only the thread with Ashura is closed. Feel free to stop by ahead of time or afterwards to poke at Kitty. ^_^}

[The day was nice enough, but Luffy couldn't find a way out of the crazy prison city without food. He walked everywhere he could, but by that afternoon he had already found out that the only cool things around him were the robots--and those guys tasered him too much on his first day for him to enjoy gawking at them anymore.] Man, I'm hungry...

[Stomach rumbling--he raised his head to stare vacantly at a sign down the street. He was in Sector 5--though, he remembered being in another Sector the last time he thought about it. Hunger did crazy things to his mind, but that smell did even more things to it. Rearing his right arm back, Luffy prepared himself for a hard punch to the open air.]

GOMU GOMU NOOOOO--

[Sector 5 rang out with the sound of a limb stretching at high speed as Luffy thrust his arm down a city block to grab the door frame of the pizzeria. Luffy's voice rang out immediately and without hesitation, he speared toward the doorway while calling out his 'attack'.]

ROCKET!

[Pity unto those unfortunate enough to be in the way of the high speed rubber projectile.]

I've never even been away from them this long before.

So tell me, just what the hell am I supposed to do now? [She's supposed to be with her brothers, so they could do what they'd been created for, together. The idea of doing anything else, even after they'd succeeded, had never even occurred to her. Now she's in this dump with nothing to focus on, and she's starting to panic]

I mean, god, what's the fucking point of this place? It should just kill us and get it done with, or not bother at all. This is so pointless and annoying and I hate it. It's so unfair! [Screams out the last part in frustration, then calms down a little. Deep breaths]

Oh yeah. Lacus or Suzaku, right? [or whoever; she doesn't care] I want to join the Defence Force. [they have guns, right? she's sure she'd feel better if she got to shoot a few things]

((ooc: Loitering around Sector 3. Also, juuust a little note: she is this close to snapping, so if [action], there's a fairly good chance of getting a punch in the face if someone says the wrong thing... ♥?))

[The kitchen is cooler than usual, perhaps because of the window that has been cracked open. Itachi sits at the table, bowls of chemicals with fumes wafting from them and strips of thin rice paper stacked neatly to the side. He methodically dips each tag into the bowls, and sets them to dry on a thin line close to the open window.

Those that have already dried are in a separate pile, some of them marked with the ink and blood mix best used for writing the talisman. It feels...empty, to be doing this. Merely an act of boredom. Exploding tags are more sophisticated, but this will work similarly enough.

He knicks his finger again, drawing blood to the surface to add to the ink as he writes.]

[Voice]

Death or stagnation. Which is the greater tragedy?

{OOC: Action open to anyone with a reason to at Kitty's place?}

[MOMO is walking back to the shelter... with a puppy. It's small, which is probably best, not that she couldn't handle a larger dog, and fluffy. Looking similar to a Lhasa Apso, MOMO and the puppy made their way along the street happily, the little dog chasing small snowballs that MOMO was making and tossing to entertain them both.]

[Here's a face that's been missing for a month a few days. The headset appears to have turned on when Jun dropped it, and he picks it up from a pile of musical notation papers.]

Aahhh, no, no, get back here...

[Headset and somewhat sheepish-looking Jun, get! Closer inspection will reveal he's not at his house, but near a certain place in Sector 3. With his violin. Because he is a dork.] Right, um, I guess it's showtime.

[And with that, he begins to play. Sadly, the mun can't write music, much less play it, so she must ask you to imagine a song with a fairly upbeat tempo, cheerful tones with just an underlying bittersweet melody. But that part's very subtle.

If one were to hear it, it'd probably be pretty good. Not Vivaldi or anything, but still pretty good.

Enjoy.]

[Tamaki is days late for standing outside of Kyouya's door like this. Just standing there feeling upset and sorry for himself because Haruhi is gone. The same way he'd been feeling so soon before he'd been brought to Marina. The same way he was really tired of feeling. But not having Haruhi here felt strange, though it really shouldn't have felt that way considering she hadn't been here for very long. Apparently it didn't take long for him to get used to her presence.

He's not entirely sure why he would ever go to Kyouya for comfort. It's hardly the Shadow King's area of expertise - he guesses it's just for the reassurance that Kyouya hasn't gone any where without him like Haruhi did. That would be too much. Hopefully Tamaki will come to his senses enough to knock on the door some time soon, though, or he'll never get that reassurance.]