*moving restlessly around the apartment, either talking to herself or one of the cats lounging on the sofa... it's hard to tell*

Did he seriously forget? After I told him and everything...!

No, hang on. The day's not over yet, let's give the guy the benefit of the doubt.

...but you'd think I would've picked up on it if he was planning something ( Read more... )

*sitting cross-legged on the floor of the living room, all five cats out with her, one still sticking to her like glue while the others play with some of Flonne's... fuzzy things*

Hey, hey-- don't get too rough with those things. I know they're in your space, but I don't think she made 'em for you guys.

*has gathered some of her cats in the hall to discuss the matter of two dead mice resting outside Garrus's door*

On the one hand, I'm glad you guys are turning out to be good mousers. But on the other hand, major ew.

Good morning. It is Saturay, the 8th of September in the year 1952. Rations will be held at Victory Square from 1100 hours to 1800 hours today. Bear in mind that although we have had a good response in the return of our escaped livestock, we still have several dozen specimens missing and wish to have them returned as soon as possible. The ( Read more... )

*The PA system crackles on to let the deep voice echo over the city.This is General Colonel Vladimir Kozlov. Today is the 25th of August, and it is Rations Allocation Day. All persons desiring Rations are to report to Victory Square for their rations between the hours of 1200 and 1800 hours today ( Read more... )

It's probably just your imagination, Yuffie. You slept funny or something.

Still...

Anybody seen Garrus around?

*The intercom hisses on and for a full three minutes, there's nothing on the air. Finally, a voice comes online, not directed into the mic at first.*

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-=Standing outside of Midgard and Niflheim, looking at the signs with an incredulous look on his face=-

I can't at least dream up a hotel? I don't even want to know what this place says about my psyche.

-=Sighs, and starts into Midgard=-

I could have at least dreamt Haro up. Given myself company.

*poking around Midgard in search of Al*

I wonder what color'd work best...

((Anyone can feel free to accost her though.))