*The PA crackles on to transmit the voice of a very, very bored man.*

Rations Day. Victory Square. Ten to six. If you don't know the drill by now, then you never will.

( MOD NOTES )

-=This man is very innocently moving around Tower four. He's supposed to be there, right? Gotta get ready for the Rations tomorrow, after all~=-

-=He's out, walking home from work with a bundle of folders in his arm and a very determined look on his face.=-

Well then. Let's start dancing.

*He figures now's as good a time as any to drop by, so here's America, seeing if he can catch Hughes*

Worth a shot anyway. Heeey Hughes, you in?

*Roxas is outside the apartments, appearing to be taking advantage of the warmer weather. He's in shorts and a T-shirt, and swinging around a keyblade, apparently practicing. Only anyone who's seen him fight will recognize it's a different weapon--it's white, not black, the reach a little shorter. His mouth is pressed in a tight line, like he's ( Read more... )

*The PA system crackles onGreetings, this is May 23, 1953. Rations Day. All personnel are required to meet the Rations Experts in Liberty Square between the hours of 1000 hours and 1900 hours. Personnel who do not attend will not receive rations. Personnel who do not bring their identification will also not receive rations ( Read more... )

*traveling back and forth from the store, the junkyard, and Niflheim, Blaine is carrying construction equipment; boards, nails, random scrap he picked up and hopes he can use for something*

Alright, now for- *and he's reading on how to re-enforce a door and windows from a book as he bangs through the front door, stepping over various things*

[steps outside, rolling his shoulder as he glances back and shouts some very uncomplimentary things in Russian as the door is slammed shut behind him ( Read more... )

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

[grumbling as he shoves the dead Tribbles that infested the apartment into a sack]

Stupid fucking fuzzy assholes.

Achoo!

[sniffles and feels around for another to shove in the bag. They aren't hard to find at least, which is good since he's shivering a good bit]

[ooc:front door is open, so feel free to help. Or point and laugh, either way]