[Milo is hanging out in the library! Instead of locking himself in his room to research this time, he's opting for a more public venue. It's not helping him make any progress, sadly. He is, however, sitting at a table and poring over every related book, leaflet, magazine, and scrap of paper he can find. The entire surface of the table--literally ( Read more... )

I can't be the only one enjoying the random bouts of singing, can I?
Eeeeeee! Where's that military woman who never smiles? I haven't yet treated her to a serenade!

[A close-up of his face.] Hello? This thing on? [breathes on the screen for no apparent reason before stepping back, creating a chillaxed, comfy place the sit using his ability to manipulate smoke] Greetings, kiddies. The name's Hades --god of the underworld. You might have heard of me... no? Well, but anyway, that's not important. Because I'm here ( Read more... )

[A click as it starts recording. His voice is hushed, almost in a whisper, as though he's worried someone might catch him.]

Day 34.

Everything seems to be normal right now, but I'm on to them. They tried to keep us all inside last week, but I saw them--hordes of goth kids! All covered in black! Man, I could just feel the angst and despair oozing ( Read more... )