[Surveying the blind date listing, eyebrow raised]

Now this is what happens when you don't get out much anymore... you miss all the weirdos wandering in.

Allelujah?  Pft, who got drunk and named this guy?

[the morning after collecting flyers, has made his way to the roof of the Midgard building with a nice little collection of simple paper airplanes]

♪♫ [humming to himself as he proceeds to launch them, hoping the better ones go far while the more... "creative" designs plop down in front of Midgard's door. Free advertising? Littering? Ah, who cares ( Read more... )

*the PA screeches on to allow Elena Vahn to speak to the masses.Today is August fourth, 1952. For those of you who aren't aware, this is Rations Allocation Day. During this time, all Gate Walkers are to report to Victory Square to obtain their Rations booklets. If you do not obtain your rations book, then you will not eat. Unless you want to ( Read more... )

[lazily wandering his way around the innards of Midgard, picking himself a small collection of notes off the walls for... well, who knows. A bored Gin is a restless Gin]

-=Laughing manically, clutching something to his chest and practically running through the streets, basically sounding like some mad man.=-

( If you don't know why I have to cut this, you haven't been here long enough. )

[sitting in the middle of Migard 5, spreading his jacket out on the floor]

Hmm...
All these wrinkles gotta go.

Veles' loudspeaker switches on abruptly, thankfully this time not to bring bad news. Official Ivan Melnikov speaks to the settlement, brief and to the point:

"The day is July twenty first, Saturday, and it is currently one'o'clock P.M.. All citizens are to report to Victory Square with their identification bracelets ready in order to receive their ( Read more... )

*The PA system crackles to life ( Read more... )

*Soldiers come up the walk and begin to invade the buildings, marching up to the doors and pounding on them, rousing the residents*

OPEN UP YOU GATE WALKER SCUM! TIME TO LEARN YOUR PLACE!

( And you thought you were in Kansas~ )

[ sitting outside Migard at night with a blanket around her shoulders, twirling a lock of hair around her fingers. ]

One would think we'd be out of here by now...

[ looks forlornly down at the empty bottle at her feet ]

...I'm going to need a job.

[ sigh ]