[Four days. Four days since her return, and Noel hasn't stepped foot outside of House 19. Frankly, she's a little terrified of what could happen, as paranoid as it sounded. ...then again, she probably had good reason for it, too. Murdering four and injuring dozens more doesn't come without its consequences, whether you could control it or not. ( Read more... )

[OOC: Okay, so there's two scenarios I've made that you guys can choose from. Here goes nothing.]

( Scenario One (might be a little gory as a forewarning) )

[Noel's headed to the shops this afternoon; the grocery and clothing store, to be specific. She knows she can't take long, because there's someone waiting for her back at one of the apartments. Yeah. One of the apartments. Someone never made up to their roommate, so she's been on her own and trying to avoid them after a big fight back on Friday ( Read more... )

[This morning, Noel happened to wake up not in some secluded area of the forest, but her own room. Once she grabbed her bearings and realized that everything was as it should be, she understandably got really happy and excitedly opened the journal.]

Um... is everything back to normal now? It's over, right?

[No. No, it's not, because when she goes ( Read more... )

( Action, cut to Yuber because who else is in this cave and major TLDR. 8C )

[It started rather innocently. After the incident with Adell, Noel was left alone in the apartment for a bit. Surely if she hadn't been affected by these teleporting shenanigans, then she wouldn't have to worry about a thing. Right? She'd been sleeping on the couch just fine all afternoon.

Or wait. Didn't she take a nap on her bed, not the couch? ( Read more... )

[ooc note: takes place after this log.]

[Early in the evening, Luceti will be able to hear what sounds like paper being torn and shredded followed by a brief glimpse of this face:]


( Read more... )

[OOC note: To make things clear, Jin's unfortunately been sent home. So filtering something to his journal would... give weird results. Such as the filter fluctuating between being there, being weaker, or not being there at all. Kind of like a phone with bad reception!...if that makes sense. So to make a distinction of what can be heard, text being ( Read more... )

[Thud. That was the sound of the journal dropping on the floor, and it begins to record because of the impact. Following that is the sound of someone turning in their bed, sheets rustling, and then:] Nngh... uh? Morning already? Or... did I oversleep?

[Noel pauses, contemplating, and then decides to turn over and close her eyes again.]Mm... five ( Read more... )

[It's evening, and Noel's sitting alone at Good Spirits. Yes, Noel, at the bar. A rare face, but she does have a reason to be here; she's waiting for Nami, of course. ... Unfortunately, Noel seems to have missed the distress call that was played last night, so she has no idea what happened to her. So Nami? Nami's a mean person who ditches her ( Read more... )