Well, tonight wasn't going to get itself done. Girl-Next-Door wisely kept her mouth shut, meaning Dahlia was nice and refreshed by the time the intercom rolled around to mouth at her with nothing relevant to her interests. What a bore ( Read more... )

[in F22]Falis was sitting on Senna's bed, her back to the wall with the shinigami laying against her, when the weird intercom thingie went off. She looked up at the little box for a moment before frowning. What the fuck had that been? Damnit! Where was Dominikov when she needed him to figure shit like this out for her ( Read more... )

[from here]Beatrix did not pause as she passed through the junction of the prisoner hallways. She was alert for snakes in the grass, so to speak, but she had a feeling the day that bitch decided to take her revenge she wouldn't be subtle about it. As it was, the Bride had let her be far too long. Tonight would be the first step toward her ( Read more... )

[For Kitty!]That'd been a good nap, and the conversation with Tony had reassured him a little. It was nice to regularly talk with someone who knew what he looked like without the watch. Bracelet. Whatever ( Read more... )

Good morning, and welcome to your personalized tour of Landel's Institute! My name is I.R.I.S. and I will be your automated guide during your stay here. If you have any specific questions during our tour, please direct them to the personal console in your welcome bag. We will do our very best to address any concerns you may have ( Read more... )