[After about half an hour after the post is originally made, it's edited to include a working lock.]

[Failed Lock to Sasha]

[Distressed bitty is distressed and has yet to ever successfully lock a post. Ever]

Sasha, are you okay? I need to talk to you!

[ooc: 4th wall participants welcome!]

[Alma's staring blearily at the camera, looking quite different from the normally cheerful picture he usually paints. He's sitting bent over the desk in his and Kanda's shared room, arms folded beneath his head and dark rings beneath his eyes. It's just halfway through the week and he's not holding up too well.]

Does anybody know... um... I keep- ( Read more... )

[The feed opens to a simple view of a plain white sheet of paper tacked to a wall. Everything's still for several long seconds before a blue spot of paint appears. Another spot soon joins it and, after just a few moments of careful smearing, a face is visible.]


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[Alma's leaning heavily against one of the hallway walls, batting blearily at an inquisitive vine with one hand and holding his 'berry in the other. The feed is shaking noticeably, but a careful eye might be able to pick out a small cluster of pinpricks on one side of his neck.]

Um. I don't feel so good...

[He tugs weakly as the vine snakes ( Read more... )

[Alma's got himself buried in a pile of cushions in the rec area, several books on his lap and tucked in the pillows around him. He rubs at his face blearily, attempting to unstick a clump of hair from the side of his face. Looks like someone fell asleep while reading.]

Yu? I ha- [yaaaaaaaaaawn] -ad that dream again.

[Alma's voice crackles over the audio feed, a clear sign that something is wrong. The bitty doesn't use anything other than video unless he's got something to hide.]

Y-Yu? Are you okay? E-Everybody...?

[Alma frowning at the camera, uniform pristine and shoulders straight. Now is the time for serious business. He's been posting a lot this week, but there are certain things that need to be taken care of before the week ends. He's a little late to the party, but he's not just going to wait around for reset to take care of things.]

Sasha, we need to

Hey, Itachi? Can I talk to you?

Whoa. This is weird.

[A vaguely familiar face appears on screen, offering the network a bright smile. The exorcist uniform isn't overly helpful in identifying the teen, but that hairstyle is pretty telling. The scar across his nose is even more so.

Alma's all grown up.]

Hey guys, where is everybody? I think it's been a while...

[There's a bit of an ( Read more... )

[Alma's sitting by the stream in the biodome, expression a bit dazed as he looks out at the water. He doesn't seem to be his usual energetic self today. In fact, he looks pretty pale, and his voice is a bit rough when he speaks.]

I think something's wrong with my collar. It's not gold, though. [He tugs at it briefly with one finger, almost pouting. ( Read more... )