[Greetings, fair Dressing Room residents. Here we have another Dressing Room sponsored event, albeit a slightly strange one. Wherever you were, you will now find yourself in a hallway with two booths, one on the left and one on the right. The way back is nothing but foggy darkness. And in order to continue forward, you must pass the aforementioned ( Read more... )

[At some point today, you left your room. Even if it was just a quick stop in the loo, you left your room completely unattended for some period of time. That was some poor decision-making on your part, I'm afraid ( Read more... )

[Anyone who is in the halls of the neutral wing might catch sight of what seems to be two Allens getting into an all-out brawl. Fists flying, limbs flailing, hair-pulling, etc. One looks to be the general garden-variety Allen while the other is easy enough to tell apart, with brown hair and no curse-scar.]

[Aiming his fist at the other Allen’s ( Read more... )

[It's rather late out now-- a bit late for this Allen anyway, but here he is, wide awake and still sporting Rhode's mark of death.  And he is heading through the halls, back the room he's temporarily sharing with a vampire, after a brief and somewhat baffling encounter with a certain Noah Kanda.  He's still expecting Rhode to show up and collect ( Read more... )

[Allen here has been missing entirely for the past few days.  Where did he go, you ask? Why, back home, finally.

Only to be dragged straight back here, of course.]

[Wherever you happen to be in the DR right now, something has just appeared out of thin air with no warning: the massive, stark white polygonal surface of the Ark entrance way, with ( Read more... )

[It's rather late in the night, but here Allen is, preparing a cup of tea in a neutral kitchen like it's a natural thing to be doing at this hour. He's not even much of a tea-drinker, but he's making an exception tonight. Because, it's supposed to be relaxing, isn't it?]

[Allen has made himself scarce and avoided generally everybody for the past ( Read more... )

[The door to a certain Allen's room is ajar, unbeknownst to him, and from inside you can hear some quiet cursing and a sink running. If you poke your head inside, you'll find the room is in quite the state of disarray: sheets torn off the bed, books knocked off the desk, the floor lamp smashed, papers strewn across the ground, drinking glasses ( Read more... )

[In a remote, dilapidated hall of the West Wing where it borders on the South, is a slightly-scuffed up brownsprout with only one arm.  He's skulking about, heading down a rickety staircase whilst swatting idly at the loyal stalker golem hovering a few inches above his head.  Why is Allen here?  Good question.]

[Whatever the reason, it's certainly ( Read more... )

[So you're opening a door.  Might be the door to the kitchen, or a courtyard, or your room, what have you.  But apparently what you'll get is an Allen (possibly having just appeared out of thin air) on the other side, falling forward with a yelp, right into you.  A brown-haired Allen with no curse scar and a shirt torn to reveal a stump where his ( Read more... )

[Right now, you might be getting that sensation that you're being watched.   And indeed, if you look around, you might spot a preteen boy staring at you in a rather unfriendly (almost accusatory) manner from where he's sitting against the wall, knees drawn up to his chest.]

[He's definitely an Allen, about eleven or twelve years old, but lacking the ( Read more... )