Hey, y'all.

[Are you ready for another episode of Question Time? Because that's totally what's going to happen. Aidan has spent the better part of the day fighting Math, and by the looks of it Math won - he's tapping a pen against a pad of paper, somewhat frustrated. Darn math.]

A couple of days ago someone told me that th' seasons here are a lot shorter... but th' days are still the same, right? So I was wonderin'... how do you guys keep track? I mean, of birthdays an' holidays an' stuff like that. I kinda guessed it'd be harder to keep track, what with th' seasons bein' all different an' time bein' measured in days instead of dates. Heck, back home you could kinda guess where in th' year you are even if ya didn't know th' dates, just by lookin' at th' weather.

[Farmer boy. The passing of the seasons are important, okay?]

So... how do ya do it? Do ya just... count, or not do anythin' at all?

[It's sunset. Oz is in Sector Four at the meditation waterfall. He's feeling in control enough to venture out of the cells today and after walking about he finally ended up here. He's sitting on a rock by the Meditation Waterfall with his guitar in his lap. He isn't really playing any specific tune, his fingers just idly plucking the guitar strings to tinker with random notes here and there. Anyone is free to run across him here.

It's just his voice that sounds over the entire network. A statement probably more profound to him and to the few who know of his secret than to most.]

It's been a good day.

[Ritsuka appears on the video feed first thing in the morning, flour smudged on his forehead, sleeves, and one ear, but his expression cheerful. Despite the trying experience he had the day before, he's decided to put his early rising to good use and hopefully smooth things over at the same time.]

Soubi. If you're awake, come down to the shelter kitchen. I made breakfast.

[He can't decide if it's because he's actually happy to have Soubi there, or if he feels badly for how curt he was after their kiss, or if he just wants to do something nice, but... whatever. Breakfast is made, and that's all that matters.]

I made a lot of pancake batter, so Roxas or Sasha or anyone who wants to can come have some too. I'll try to flip them smoothly.

[ooc: that's right - everyone is not-so-cordially invited to a pancake breakfast in the shelter! Ritsuka and Soubi will be there for sure, so feel free to address threads to either one or both of them! threadhopping is also welcome, so feel free to tag characters besides Soubi/Ritsuka as well.]

[As soon as Mikuru had become aware of the mistletoe bots, due to the commotion across the network, Mikuru had holed herself up within a small room at the library, and refused to go out again. There just isn't a way that she can allow a robot cause her to lose her very first kiss to someone she hardly even knows!

Peeking out the heavy doors to the library, she does a quick scan of the area, before slipping outside into the night. By now, most people should be in bed. So it's probably safe. At last, she breathes a sigh of relief. One crisis averted!]

Sebastian sat up with a start, hand instinctively moving to his chest to clutch the poorly stitched wound. Realization struck... for the first time in a few days. He'd been a drone; following the mundane rituals that the robotic orderlies had enforced. It hadn't sunk in, the magnitude of the situation, until now. The Campania had sunk, taking with it tens of hundreds of thousands of both the living and the dead, ...but he and his master had escaped. He had staved off another attack, running himself ragged until he'd... he'd... he'd ended up here?
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( ooc | Cut for a bit of blood. Sebastian is fresh off the Campania and still somewhat hurt. He's confused and all that, but feel free to pester him! Or feel free to help him a la Misery, dohoho, for some event related adoration and ❛molestation❜. )

[The video flickers on to reveal Sebastian bending over and placing something on a long table. Once he's standing it is easy to see that the table is nearly completely filled with foods of all different types, both fancy and common. His attention is focused on both the camera and some place that's out of the camera's view - he takes his attention from that for a moment, though to address the camera with a smile.]

Good morning, everyone. How are you all? You will have to forgive my interruption to your day, especially to those newcomers who are most certainly distressed at their current situation. I do hope you all will grow accustomed quickly and find comfort in knowing that this is hardly the worst place you could find yourself. Perhaps you will find some comfort in what I am about to say.

[He moves the camera a little so that the focus is more on the food than himself, though he's still visible in the corner of the shot.]

I would like to invite anyone who has yet to eat their morning meal to the Phantomhive mansion in sector five. It seems that Young Master has taken his leave from the prison and so I have made too much food to simply allow it to go to waste. This isn't only for the people who have only arrived today, of course; those who have been here for a longer period of time are most certainly welcome as well. There should be enough food here for everyone who decided to join me.

((OOC: Might be a little slow since I'm doing this from my phone, but I really wanted to put this up.))

( WARNING: Disturbing Imagery )

((OOC: Open! Tag in with whatever your character will do (follow the path, attempt to wade over the bodies, jump into the river) and I will reply with how the environment will change and react, and soon they'll be able to run into Kamui! The post is written in prose, but I'll be replying to all tags in [action brackets]!

Again, this dream is OPEN to everyone, but if you have any particular triggers or phobias relating to torture, murder, Christian imagery, blood/gore, injured/dead animals, and the apocalypse, please say so HERE so that I can avoid mentioning them in our thread.))

( one: welcome to the Camelot manor )



( trapped. warning: violence, blood, etc. )

[Her smile is a little -- different today. Efforts have been made to cover it, makeup for the discoloration and a sweep of her bangs, but it doesn't take much observation to see that Lacus has a few injuries to her face.]

Good evening. I'm wondering if anyone might have an extra bed, or space on the floor, for a night or two? [a smile that verges on sheepish] I'm not certain I should go home looking like this.

[Voice | Private to Neil]
Neil? I believe I'll be needed to cover the night shift at headquarters for a few nights.


((OOC: Please give a girl a place to dreamhop crash! Thread leading up to this is still unresolved, so I'm being intentionally vague about her exact injuries but I had to get this post to get out of the way before the event! Neko, if you want corrections made to this please give me a poke <3 ))

[The distant sound of rustling, the length of her dress flapping around her knees as she shifts; getting a closer look at the stone slab.]

Who's Anita?

[Click.]

[Wisely has no words for this fuckery.]

[Oh wait, yes he does.]

...I need help. My life is in danger.

[fyi, you have never heard Wisely this serious before. Look at dat face.]

[When Ciel first awakes, he feels that his day will be just as annoying as it usually would be. However, upon breakfast time, it became evident that his main annoyance was gone. With further investigation, he discovered that not only was Alois gone, but he wasn't even in the dome.

Now, Ciel feels that he should be happy about this. However, the young boy is very disgruntled. And the fact that he doesn't know why he's disgruntled just leaves him even angrier.

Too furious to sit still, Ciel ventured out to the butterfly pavilion, where he is now resting on a bench. In his hands is a bag of homemade chocolates that he never even opened. His eyes narrow, obviously irked.]

Tch. This is nothing but trash...

[Despite the fact that he says this, that bag of chocolates is still in his hands.]

I am so bored. Someone come down to the bar and get me some drinks! [stuff tastes way better when someone else gets it for you. she briefly looks away to the side where there just might be a few broken glasses on the floor, but let's ignore that!

looks back to the camera and gi~ggles~] You know what? I bet I could drink anyone here under the table. Come on, try me!
[V-sign! 5ft tall 17 year old girl > you. search your soul and you know this to be true]

[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.

[Alois looks to be in a happy mood as the video switches on. He's surrounded by red paper and is cutting out a heart seemingly oblivious to the fact that the video is recording but this is no accidental video. He grins as he finishes cutting out the heart, holding it up proudly.]

I never really celebrated Valentine's Day before, this should be fun right? [he cheerfully cuts right through the paper heart with a giggle and a huge grin before the scissors are put down and he starts shredding it into small pieces with delight]

Ok, so what kinds of gifts are given on this stupid holiday? I think I may have a couple very special someones this year!

[He laughs as he tosses the pieces of paper up into the air, letting it all fall around him] Oh Ciel, you're getting me something for Valentine's right? You don't have to tell me what it is now but maybe just a small hint?

[Sitting on the edge of the Koi pond, Diva held up one of Conrad's cats. It had struggled, but Diva's hold had remained tight as she left her closest of a room Conrad kept, now it hug limply from the palm of her hand, spent. Cuddling into it's warmth, Diva flicked some of the water with a toe, disturbing the koi.]


[Perhaps the kitty was hungry?]

Good afternoon, everyone. [Lacus smiles, tucking her hair behind her ear as the breeze rustles through it.] For anyone I have yet to meet, my name is Lacus Clyne. [she was a little collared when all the new arrivals came.]

As a part of a service project for Acumen, Neil [who you might see standing nearby] and I were tasked with creating something that would benefit the inmates. We have chosen to establish a multi-denominational religious and spiritual sanctuary -- some worlds may call it a church. [the camera pans out to show a large building behind her, not exactly in tip-top shape.] As you can see, it needs some work. Hopefully the project will be completed in time for an Easter celebration, which last year was held in the park.

We wish to represent as many spiritual ideologies as possible as well as customs from as many of our home worlds as possible. It would be wonderful if anyone interested could let us know their thoughts and ideas. We have the chance to build it nearly from scratch, so as much diversity as possible can be incorporated.

Thank you all for your time. [wave!]

[Naoya's actually wearing his glasses! Or, well, a pair of reading glasses he found. He's sitting on his couch at home, looking a little bored.]

I have a question, Marina. Does the concept of a 'soul' exist in your world? If so, what counts as one, and what happens to them when they die? Do they go to a holding place until some judgement day, or are they stripped of memories and recycled into new bodies?

Just out of curiosity.

[He sits back on the couch, waiting for answers.]

[ Link is sitting at a nice spot in the grass, near that lovely tree. There's a basket of apples placed on his lap. For the moment his eyes are closed. ]

Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit. As it was in the beginning, is now, and will be forever. Amen.

[ He opens his eyes, looks at his basket, and caaaaaaarefully picks out an apple after much internal debating. Once this incredibly important and necessary process is over, he flicks open his switchblade and proceeds to peel it. ]

(ooc: Link peels...apples...like a boss. APPLEPIE! go get him 8( )

Good afternoon, boys and girls! We're feeling a little restless today. Anyone here feel like a little sparring? We promise we won't bite--at least too hard. [They're prowling about on the large, grassy field, enjoying the sensation underneath their sensitive skin.]

Rules will be set, of course, and anyone is welcomed to come and watch! You can find us at the athletic complex. Ta-ta. [Satisfied, all they have to do now is wait. Surely someone will show up to take them on their challenge!]

[Private | Voice to Ava] We do hope you'll be coming to watch! Say, do you think we could sell tickets to this sort of thing? [Not that they have much use for money, but still! Maybe they could convince Acumen to build a real school.]

[OOC: Same drill as usual! Anyone and everyone is welcome! Only consensual fights, plz; Venom doesn't need to make the DF even more angry with them!]