ITP: Derp out process
05 March 2011 at 01:04 am
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[So, its been a few days in the prison already, what's our favourite keybearer up to?

WHY.

Exploring the place, of course! There are a lot of wonderful things to do around here. That, and he's been bored ever since his restraint was well, released.

You can now see a Sora poking around most of the Residential sectors, if he notices you, he'll wave at you energetically and approach you!]


Hi there! Nice day, isn't it?
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05 March 2011 at 03:46 pm
Lacus Clyne
[There's no sense of time as Lacus wakes, her mind not quite clear of whatever anesthetic the hospital used to lull her into a syrupy, dreamless sleep. A glance out the window tells her it's late. And that she's been asleep for quite a stretch.]

[Her hospital bed has her in a more-or less reclining position and so turning her head is comfortable enough. Neil is lying in a bed beside hers, but not close; a long stretch of floor separates them. She almost smiles. The bots needn't be worried about that sort of behavior quite yet.]

[The beep of his heart monitor is more or less in rhythm with hers -- comforting in a way. She passes a calm moment listening to the even beep-BEEP, beep-BEEP of the machines before disconnecting herself from it, peeling off the sticky electrodes pasted just beneath the neck of her hospital gown.]

[There's a twinge of soreness as she slides out of bed, padding barefoot over to Neil. To the one person she had chosen above all others. Gently, she lays a hand on his shoulder.]
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05 March 2011 at 09:56 pm
Yuuki Kuran
[Surrounded by butterflies in the dim light of the pavilion, small, luminescent spheres fill the air, floating on invisible waves, like fireflies only brighter. Amidst the fluttering Yuuki stands in the center, holding an arm out where several have landed. Eyes stare ahead, head tilting back as though staring toward the night sky.

Still she speaks aloud, aware of the device.]


Meetings are really such fragile things, aren't they? They can be so brief and fleeting. Even if you have all the time in the world. I wonder why it seems to rush, here.

[And quieter, softly:]

Or why it seems to leave others behind.