Greetings. This is General Colonel *Pffzzzzzzzzzzzz* *PA system seems to be on the fritz again.--tions Day today. All citizens are required to be present at Victory Square to receive their rations. The soldiers will be on the watch for any persons who are exhibiting *PFFZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ* nature and will be detained as needed ( Read more... )

Do all of the blasted clothes around here have to have buttons and ties? Is there anything here with snaps?

-=Looking annoyed, he's on his way to the market for some last minute things, bag slung over his shoulder.=-

-=a roar sounds out in an alley, echoing out as far as it can go. The lion weaves his way through the shadows, though he doesn't look at all well. His movements are jerky and he keeps shaking his head in sharp jolts. Even his growl sounded sick and wrong, but he was hungrier then he'd ever been in his life, and he's after YOU good citizens of Veles ( Read more... )

[since last time, text messages seemed to work..even though they're rather poor imitation of instant message system some of us are used to.... using them this time may be a good idea. With that thought in mind and having day off, Lockon wanders between his own apartment, Tieria and Setsu one, and Midgard 7, to leave the letters to meisters with ( Read more... )

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[A massive, black beast of a truck has parked itself outside of Midgard.  And is currently honking its horn.  The truck is looking for someone, and with the news it has, it doesn't care if it rouses the whole building.]

Where is she...?

[is at the cafeteria with a notebook, doing the accounts. how are they going to afford warm clothes and blankets for the cold months?]

I hate being on Earth.

Greetings. Today is Rations Allocation Day. For those of you who do not know what this means, it means that if you want more than gruel to eat for the week, you will come to this event, present your ID and receive a coupon booklet for free food. Yes. Free. Food. As if you didn't get enough free food to begin with. If you do not come to this ( Read more... )

[Stands in front of the job listing, wondering if he should get a second job.]

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[Later on, goes to report to his job.]

-=Maes is circling around Schwartzelheim, laying down mouse traps.=-

Hey! Does anyone have any sticky paper or anything? Mouse traps don't come in bug sizes...

-=And a roach skitters across his toes.=-

Yaaah! Com're you little cretin!!