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Characters: Tavros Nitram, Aradia Megido
Rating: PG-13 for possible potty mouth, will update accordingly
Trigger Warnings: None that I can think of?
Location: Outside of his cabin
Day and Time: Sunday Jun3 26, evening
Status: Open

Tavros hadn't liked the Change. He had just gotten all used to the Castle, then he woke up in a place that wasn't his pretty pink room and he'd really liked his pretty pink room and now it was just an ordinary hive and oh he didn't like change at all.

So he'd been sleeping, mostly. Sleeping, he found, was the best way to ignore things that were happening, he'd always found. Sleeping was the ultimate tool of avoidance and Tavros was well practiced in it. So, whenever he woke up, he would check to see that he was still in the not-pretty-pink-castle-room, and then sink back into his recuperacoon and sleep for a while longer.

But, finally, he woke up and though he still wanted to avoid his current situation, a more current situation was brewing that he couldn't ignore. He was hungry. So he dragged himself out, washed himself off, got himself dressed and ventured outside.

And then it occurred to him that he didn't have the slightest clue where to go and so he just sighed and scowled and sat on the ground outside his cabin. This not-castle-place was dumb. It was dumb and he didn't like it.

Characters: Nunnally, open
Rating: PG-13
Trigger Warnings: Mentions of imprisonment, war, and death
Location: First floor apartment 101, Wonunican Valley
Day and Time: Wednesday 23 June, around sunrise
Status: Aimed at Isaack, but open

Blood.

There was so much of it around her.

Nunnally had known the smell of it for so long without really understanding it, the smell of a dead body, it was crashing down around her. Her mother's dead arms around her as her legs burned and died, the smell of corpses rotting in the sun while she was barely older than a toddler... they mixed with the blank walls of the solitary confinement that threatened to drive her mad and the parade of shame. The time that stretched in her dreams when she knew what as about to happen but she was unable to do anything, much less turn away from what she knew was about to happen. Zero would kill her brother and open the world from the cycle of hate, but at the same time she would lose the last person she cared about. Suzaku could only be Zero now, not her beloved friend and confidante, Lelouch would die in her arms and leave her hands stained with his blood... Nobody was left, just the blood that was welling up and slowly drawing her down into madness...

Nunnally was screaming when she fell off the edge of the bed, but it didn't do much to stop her. She curled inwards and became a tangled mess of limbs and sweat-soaked teen girl sobbing uncontrollably into her arms. The smell of blood from her dreams was mingling into the rosy hue of the sun's eminent break over the horizon to send the young empress into a cycle of hysterics.