*The radio signal comes on again with lovely hissing*

Hello? Andrei Rianofski? It is Grigori. Are you there?

*The sound of a small child is on the air waves. All conversation is in Russian*

[Hello? My dolly wants to say hello to people. Her name is Alina and she's my bestest friend.]

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*Even though the snow's piling higher and higher outside, the Cafeteria's still open for people who need food. It seems like Borris is on staff today, because among the stale breads and questionable meat products is the wonderful, beautiful aroma of SOUP. Good soup. Good, hearty soup that will fill a body up and keep them warm.Thank the Gate for ( Read more... )

[Inside the Three Compasses supply depot, Kanda stands on a ladder in front of a shelf. He picks up a can from inside of a cardboard box and sets it carefully on the shelf above him, then reaches for another.]

*There's a nice looking young lady at the front desk of the office, filing paperwork and doing the usual secretary work while she waits for people to hand in their rent.*

Hope they'll get their money in soon. I just hate having to send out notices.

*Any person who applied for an alternate Government housing unit must report and 'hand in' the

*The Vet sits at the desk, waiting for the pluthera of bunnies that have been rescued.*

Hmm... 100 rabbits. I hope we get most of them today.

[[You have captured a rabbit when you have been assigned a number. If you have NOT been assigned a number, you haven't caught a bunny! And this is where you get your credits!]]

*Out in the water treatment plant in District four (office 2) a few people are sitting at a table, speaking to each other ( Read more... )

*A bright light finally shines right into strained optical nerves as the final straps are put into place. A battered and maybe cracking just a bit Fou is on that table of doom. Guards are posted outside of the room that only has one spot light and finally two men robed in surgical gowns and masks walk in with clip boards. To make the area more ( Read more... )

*A bright light finally shines right into strained optical nerves as the final straps are put into place. A battered and bruised Laharl is on that table of doom. There are a crap load of straps on him, as well as a freshly removed muzzle, which the scientist will be happy to put back on should he get out of line. Guards are posted outside of the ( Read more... )