[When Edward Brock comes to, he experiences that strange, almost delusional sensation of being in some place different than he can last remember. It's happened a few times before, but he'd always been soothed by the Other that it was necessary. Now, there is no soothing, and when he reaches out with his mind to feel for the symbiote, the roiling anger and frenzy he feels makes him jerk in surprise.]

[They're in a cell, for some reason, and Eddie can't understand why. He shifts a little, only to gasp out-loud at the pain that wracks his entire body. He's been patched up somehow--which means he'd taken one hell of a beating. But why? What the hell had happened?]

[The flashbacks came later. The taste of blood, the screams, the shattering of glass. Memories, but not his. They leave him even more confused than before, and sick to his stomach. Something bad happened, something terrible. He won't allow the Other to cover his face, and it doesn't want to, simply seething and twitching against his skin as though it might impale him at any moment.]

((OOC: They're currently locked up in a Defense Force cell, interaction open to those who would want to see them! A Defense Force member will be present at all times.))

[For anyone in or about the shelter kitchens, you might hear a loud **CLANG** followed by some low grumbling. And if you follow the sound, you'll find Zelgadis, hood and mask on and doing their job covering his face, but his sleeve is pushed up to expose the skin of his arm. His other hand wields a huge butcher knife, which he holds aloft -- ]

[ -- and then swiftly brings down, directly on his arm. Another **CLANG** sounds and he winces, looking down to find his slate-grey, stone skin completely unharmed. The knife, for its part, is mangled completely, and with another grumble he tosses it to the side, where it joins a growing collection of mangled cutlery.]

[Voice]

[Speaking quickly, as it's evident that he's frustrated,]

Does anyone have any idea how to get blood from a stone?

[private to Kallen]
Come over. There's something we need to talk about.

[click. but it sounds all grim and important, doesn't it? you should come right away]


[action / mingle]
[Casa de vi Britannia is bustling today with plans. ...Prom plans, of course. A household full of teenage girls, and also Suzaku, is of course going to take an event like this very seriously. It's time to pick out what you want to wear and show it off and have big brother Lelouch tailor them.]

[If you live here, or have a reason to visit, or speak to anyone in the household, or if you just pass by and are wondering, "Why is a ballgown hanging out the window of that house?" -- feel free to tag in! Mingle poooost, so tag amongst yourselves.]


((ooc: backdated to afternoon))

[For all his cockiness throughout the day and the shit he pulled picking on other inmates, maybe Karma decided it was time for one hefty backlash. Truth be told he hadn't been able to sleep well since the incident that landed him in jail to begin with. But tonight the Nightmares were bad, taking a turn more for Terrors than just your standard bad dream. He twisted and turned on his cot where he'd passed out with utter boredom. It started off with the smallest of noises, tiny whimpers and the furrow of his brow. But they steadily grew louder into audible shouts of "NO! NO PLEASE!" Until it was pretty certain he had to have woken up a few people in the shelter.

He started thrashing and struggling until he rolled off of the bed. He woke mid-fall with a gasp but crashed to the floor anyway. He groaned softly, curling inward on himself and clutching his chest and head. The fall seriously jarred his wounds so it was taking a moment for him to get his wits about him or the air back in his lungs. He was practically gasping and shaking from fear, swallowing raggedly, trying to get his heart to stop beating so fast.

He wasn't crying. Boys don't cry.] ((ooc: So anyone can send a voice/video message to talk to him if they'd rather not come see what's wrong so there's not a ton of people crowding him. Anything goes really!))

[ Ashton hasn't been out of his room all day, for one reason or another, but it's late in the afternoon when he goes for some (more) coffee that he notices an invitation sitting on the coffee table. He reads it, and then blinks over to where he just now noticed Conrad sitting. ] Oh, this must be what people on the network are talking about today.

[ He furrows his brow, because though he heard the excitement, he lacked the context of some of those posts. ] What's a "promenade"?