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01 June 2012 at 12:11 am
Neil Dylandy / Lockon Stratos (I)
[ Who is that lone figure stalking the streets after sundown? Whoever it is, they're moving a little more carefully than usual. The darkness isn't an issue, as the dome is well-lit enough, but when half of your vision is permanently blocked out, and you're not used to it, you tend to be more cautious.

Oh yeah. Neil is wearing fresh bandages pulled over his right eye. Those who knew him when he first arrived (and those who say the "other" version of him) will probably find this somewhat ironic. The Meister doesn't look too happy about his predicament. It might have to do with the fight at the beach with Kira, yesterday, that led to this injury.

Or it could be because the bandages were wrapped so that it pulled his brow down in somewhat of a permanent scowl. The lighting probably doesn't help.

Whatever it is, the man just wants to get home. He has spent enough time nursing his injured pride. I'm sure he would just love to be stopped on his path from the hospital to his home in Sector 4. ]
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01 June 2012 at 06:48 pm
Rebecca Crane
[Private to Spencer Reid]

Hey, so. Still up for that movie?

If you'd rather be alone with Kitty instead, I understand. [Playfully winking.]

[action/ closed to Cross Marian - earlier that morning]

[So this part of her morning she was not exactly looking forward to. Yesterday was a very strange day. The aftermath of which she wasn't exactly having fun sorting through, but having to deal with. Even if it meant dealing with those lovely feelings of residual guilt. She was, however, very much looking forward to a warm shower and a quick change of clothes. And something to eat.

Sliding in through the door, she closes it quietly behind her before slinking into the kitchen.]
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01 June 2012 at 10:51 pm
Tieria Erde
[Tieria had tried to isolate himself most of the day. He had Haro with him, and was in the butterfly pavilion, watching the robot interact with the delicate insects as he himself worked in spurts on communicating with him. He wasn't doing much beyond that, though, other than hoping people wouldn't find him there. He had been through an awkward day yesterday, and it was taking a bit to get past it.]