Day 22: Intercom, Brunch

Feb 23, 2007 02:11

When the intercom clicked on, the voice that echoed throughout the halls was far too fresh in the minds of too many people ( Read more... )

valyn, miku, homura, padme, intercom, iruka, alphonse, envy, waka, gin, tifa

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hidden_queen February 23 2007, 11:00:37 UTC
Boss Nass wasn't one to dive into festivities and do a half job of it. Padme Amidala was one of those the Gungan Leader managed to grab and guide towards the first of the banquets that both sides had prepared ( ... )

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somekinda_lady February 23 2007, 14:04:54 UTC
Tifa knew there was something wrong the minute she stirred from her sleep. She didn't remember going to bed - in fact, the last thing she remembered was hanging up the phone, Cloud having asked her to close up the shop. Blinking and clutching the sheets, she realized with horror somehow she wasn't home anymore.

She sprung out of the bed and looked all around the room (there was an extra bed - someone was sharing it with her?), then down at herself. Even her clothes had been changed without her realizing it. Had she been kidnapped? Where were Marlene and Denzel? If someone had hurt them ( ... )

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dolphin_king February 23 2007, 15:29:38 UTC
He couldn't move. He couldn't breathe. People were touching him, pulling him. He needed out. An announcer made clear Ramen was being served at brunch, which took precedence over having nightmares, so his leg muscle spasmed and pulled him into waking ( ... )

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godsgift2man February 23 2007, 16:28:39 UTC
Waka tapped his flute absently against his upper arm, arms folded over his chest in contemplation. One moment he'd been dozing peacefully(eighty feet or so off the ground, in the crook of a tree, but he'd never been known for doing things the way most sane people would), and the next he'd woken up his his beautiful clothes gone (replaced by something awful in grey) and in a place he didn't recognize. All he had left that was truly his was his flute ( ... )

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rope_victim February 23 2007, 17:05:17 UTC
Miku had found herself dreaming about the past lately. She supposed it was a kind of mental reflex, as Yuu's death had been only a handful of weeks earlier. She had opened the door of her room to let Ruri in (the cat insisted on being under the covers, but Miku was sure it was her fault for spoiling the black and white ball of fluff) turned off her reading lamp, covered her mirror with a cloth and gone to bed ( ... )

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