[Moderately early in the morning, because even tempersword and regeneratory are aware that nobody else tends to get up as early as them.

So you'll probably see one or the other around the neutral hallways and the North Wing, trying to find the recipients for their gifts (though Kanda has a noticeable amount more stuffed in his arms). Also don't mind the poor wrapping job.

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[Poor sap. Can't get a break back home, can't get a break in the Dressing Room. Not even an hour back and he's already running into trouble--the kind of trouble that leaves him struggling on the ground tied from head to toe in mistletoe.

And his swearing has never been so colorful.] Stupid, annoying pain in the ass, always a damn problem, careless--

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[Out towards the center of the neutral wings stands Kanda, arms folded and leaning against the wall. Beside him is a small table, and on that table is a tub of ice. And in that tub of ice is nestled a bottle of Romanée-Conti.

He needs to bait himself a Cross or two, after all. And the Dressing Room was kind enough to arbitrarily give him his ( Read more... )

[Most people who would usually associate with Kanda probably haven't seen him since Wednesday. But he's making his way back now, and can be seen making his way down one of the neutral halls as he's headed north, disheveled and maybe on the thinner side.

Although that's probably not as noticeable as the way he's going through the hall. Which would be ( Read more... )

[When Kanda finally wakes from Dressing Room limbo, he's back in a sitting room he had been digging around in prior. He comes to slowly before jolting to awareness, checking himself over as well as he can. No claws, no marks, no irregular joints. He was human again.

Sighs and slumps slightly in relief. He takes a moment to gather himself before ( Read more... )

[Stalking down the halls in the neutral area, peeking in rooms to find some long, sturdy cloth. While it may not be immediately obvious to those not Allens or people who have seen AkuAlma that he's one now as well, there are visible, similar markings on his face and his hands are more claw-like than before.

And he's strained, trying to focus on his ( Read more... )

[Kanda is presently occupying one of the neutral sitting rooms, on one of the couches. His his lap is a wododen box, old and weathered with some vines sticking too it and the hinges and clasp rusted over.  It's roughly jewelry box sized ( Read more... )

[It's early in the morning, or maybe the afternoon, or maybe they didn't get to you until late at night, but it's Christmas, and so most everyone is mingling about to celebrate the holiday cheer. Some with gifts, some with sugar rushes, some with a possibly disastrous combination of both]

((Forward dated to Christmas morning because who's going to ( Read more... )

[Standing within the entrance of the lotus courtyard, looking a little anxious, pacing and fidgeting. Which he had every reason to be with what he was about to admit, and he still wasn't sure if it was a good idea. But he was going to do it.

At least, he hoped. He really hoped that was Alma he talked to. Peeks out of the doorway to see who's

[Someone probably unrecognizable to most is standing in front of a mirror hanging on the hallway wall, dressed in an old Exorcist uniform. He's just staring at his appearance, kind of stuck in awe at what he's seeing. He leans forward and rakes his hands through his bangs, looking down at them and then down to his coat. He adjusts it before looking ( Read more... )