MAY DAY PARADE --OPEN TO ALL

[df_official]

WHO: Gate Walkers and Civillians alike
WHEN: May 1st, 1952
WHERE: GOVERNMENT SECTOR, RESIDENTIAL QUARTER
FILTER: Come one, come all!
WHAT: May day Parade with an added twist! Maes is holding a covert operations with it to map out this part of the government sector no Gate Walker has been allowed to see. There will be a thread for the secret

Comments

[ambergoldeyes]

Ed felt more than a little proud of the float his team had wound up with (though much of the design and actual making of the thing had been done only by him and Lina). It was a pretty damn impressive float, he thought. It loomed high over everyone's heads, looking something like a cross between a car and an ogre. It was There were spikes running down along its surface in neat rows; the larger ones were on top and the smaller ones ran closer to the bottom. They were in no way lethal, but they made the float look totally bad ass. The main body of it was coated in a thin layer of bright red paint; all of it save for the spike and certain parts of the demon face featured on the front.

It was an amazing float, dammit. Anyone who said otherwise clearly knew nothing about style.

He gave it a fond pat as he turned to look around. As much as he was looking forward to collecting his dinner prize, there were other things going on here. And he needed to talk to Hughes soon in order to get a decent idea of what was set and what more had to be

[lina_the_pink]

It was a damn awesome float is what it was. She and Ed had pulled out all the stops on it; the black spikes had been her idea. The demon face had been a collaboration by them both, and naturally they'd agreed easily on the red.

Lucky for her she landed a man with decent taste, she thought with a smug smile.

She leaned over against his shoulder, propped up by her elbow as she let herself be temporarily distracted from the awesomeness that was their float.

"You heard anything else from Hughes?"

[nocommonsenses]

Yorick stood in the crowd, eyes wide, and then muttered to the person next to him: "Geez. That is the ugliest float I have ever seen."

[ambergoldeyes]

He looked over at her for a moment, grinning broadly when he caught that smug smile on her face. He turned back to look at it again only when her question was out, answering it without letting his smug expression falter. Turning somber out of nowhere while examining something he was oh-so-very proud of could potentially call unwanted attention to them. They couldn't risk anyone getting the slightest bit suspicious.

"Not yet. But he's around here somewhere, I'm sure we'll run into him and he'll update us." He nodded his head at the float. "Think it needs any final touch ups? Couldn't hurt our winning chances."

((XDDD oh Yorick. BUT YOU KNOW YOU LOVE IT, C'MON~))

[thesoulbound]

Al was out, trying to take a breather from all of his patients he needed to tend to. His mind had been a swirl of bullets, infections, and his dwindling antibiotic supply. He really had no access to the hospital and it's wonderful drugs, and the fancier, more effective medications were dangerously low. He'd probably have to raid the beehives in the green house at work to get something for the festering wounds.

Then there was Kenshin. The man was gravely injured again... and all it seemed to him was that Al was needed to heal him. Tomoe could take care of the rest. But it wasn't as if he wasn't grateful, it was just that he saw how she held his hand, and it bothered him. He was supposed to be the dutiful, caring partner, and he'd always been the healer. Trying to heal, trying to keep everything together. Right now, everything with Al seemed to be falling apart. Maybe his focus was in the wrong place