[Mail's done some serious exploring after his meeting with Mel and the talk with that bartender Matt... He's trying to get used to this place - again, apparently. It still strikes him as strange that he was here before and doesn't remember in the least, and Mel had said it had been an entire year...

He knows that a lot can happen in a year.

That, ( Read more... )

[Mail hums softly as he hops steadily down the stairs, opening the door out into the downstairs lobby of his apartment building. It's been a busy, busy month, and he hasn't been getting too much sleep lately, for some reason... It's weird. It just always feels like there's something gone or missing, and he hasn't been able to put his finger on what ( Read more... )

Um-

[Mail stands in the hallway, eyes a little wide, rubbing the back of his head. He looks as if he's been working a lot lately.]

Wow. Wow, I didn't expect to be back here.

(( ooc; return of Mail: under new management -- lots of thanks to the previous mun for letting us continue with him. ))

[Mail seems to have gotten over his sinus infection, and is now wandering around in search of the music room. But the room he enters accidentally is far from the music room, and he groans in annoyance when black letters appear on his forehead, declaring “FAVORITE SONG IS JEREMIAH WAS A BULLFROG”, which can be easily read in one of the various ( Read more... )

[Mail likes to start celebrating Christmas after Halloween (he doesn’t really see the point of Thanksgiving), but he’s getting a bit of a late start this year. He’s managed to compile a folder with various sheet music for popular songs (Winter Wonderland, Silver Bells, etc…), but one song caught his interest, so he’s now seated in the music room ( Read more... )

You'll be great at pool, I know it.

[Mel grins at Mail as they go into the dingy bar she found once before, but the grin freezes on her face when she looks down at herself, feeling suddenly different ( Read more... )

[Mail is exploring around curiously when an odd door with a blue particle field catches his eye. He knows instantly what it is and, against his better judgment, enters excitedly, only to find himself in a containment cell. It isn’t long until a female voice speaks up.]

”HELLO, AND AGAIN, WELCOME TO THE COMPUTER-AIDED APERTURE SCIENCE ENRICHMENT ( Read more... )

[Mail is exploring around, trying to discover a solution for Mel’s nightmares and nail-biting problem. He wonders if there’s a spell that might assist, but none of the books they have are helpful with dream-related issues. So, the obvious solution is to go to the library ( Read more... )

This way Mel. The room should be right… here- [Mail leads Mel into a mostly empty room, one that is not marked by an X. The moment he enters, he waits for the telltale sign of flashing gold particles as, just as he predicted, a small nightingale erupts from seemingly no where, flitting to his eye level to scold him furiously.]

You have vanished ( Read more... )

[There's a little redhead boy, being led along by the hand of a blond girl. He's got a pair of tapped round glasses upon his nose, and he's chewing on the sleeve of his shirt with his free arm. He doesn't protest, and looks around, skittish and scared. When he's lead into a room with flying fish, his teal eyes widen, and he looks excited ( Read more... )