[Jack was given the dirtiest look when he was pushed out from the Gate by the guards. Jack only smiled and gave a small mock salute ( Read more... )

[Jack is seen on the front steps leading up to Midgard and three hammocks were made to help with the replacements of the beds that were "Lost in Action" and in the process of making a fourth. It was one of the few and probably only selfless things that he'll do but for now, it's better to have something to do than to be bored. He had plenty to work ( Read more... )

*Leon's glad he can walk around without falling over every other step. He stifles a yawn as he makes his way back towards the apartments; it's been tiring the past few days so he'll be glad to collapse in his bed for a nap*

*The PA crackles on again at 1100 hours.Today is Saturday, Rations Allocation Day ( Read more... )

[He's in jail, and he doesn't think he'll be getting out anytime soon. Sitting there surprisingly quietly, he might seem a little out of it, but it's hard to tell. His knuckles are bruised and scabbed, his entire left cheek is black and blue, and it looks like his nose might be broken. But for all of this, he's oddly calm]

Fuck...

-=Al's investigating the cooing noises.=-

What is that?

-=Travelling down the stairs, he finds a giant dust bunny in the corner of the stairwell.=-

...

-=Back down in the lobby? There's like a hundred giant dust bunnies on the floor.=-

What the hell?

[She's cleaning up, and not looking too happy about it ( Read more... )

*there are a series of bangs as suddenly Midgard and Schwarz are overrun with guards; they run up the stairs knock on doors -more like punching down the flimsy doors- before forcibly entering if you aren't fast enough to open it*

We're doing a room check! Everyone up and out!

*you can try to talk to them, but most aren't going to answer; they'll ( Read more... )

[Guess whose birthday it is? That's right. This guy is 32 today. And singing]

~Happy motherfucking birthday to me, happy fucking birthday to me, happy birthday dear Chevyyyy, happy fucking birthday to me~

[Okay, so it doesn't exactly fit the tune of the birthday song. But he's doing his best]

[Now that the fright of zombies seems to be lessening, other things can be addressed again. Giselle is sitting back at First In, Last Out, where she and Sheldon had their date, with a glass of wine and a slightly dejected expression. It's not a very mature sort of look, either. Slighty pouty, one could say ( Read more... )