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Who: Everyone on the 4th floor.
Time/Location: February 15th/Kurosawa Apartments 4th floor hallway.
Summary: Everyone on the brofloor is standing in the hallway and derping around. (8 If you live on this floor, feel free to join. or if you just hear the floor breaking above you from the collective muscle mass? also PLEASE TAG AS YOU ENTER, PLZ. if you're not on here already.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language
Status: Open, in progress
Ezio had long since exited his room and ventured down the hall in search of someone, anyone that might know what was happening. He was hoping he might find Federico while he was at it, but he was still pretty sure his brother was dead. Even if that 'dream' felt so real, and this...whatever this was, felt even more real. There was a little bit of hope that was driving him crazy. He wanted to be proven either right or wrong, but nothing was turning up. So after going down to the lower floors and startling a few women--aheh--he was now tromping back up the stairs two by two, only to find, when he arrived back on the top floor; that practically everyone and their mother was standing outside their doors now. If not that, most of them were open.
Time/Location: February 15th/Kurosawa Apartments 4th floor hallway.
Summary: Everyone on the brofloor is standing in the hallway and derping around. (8 If you live on this floor, feel free to join. or if you just hear the floor breaking above you from the collective muscle mass? also PLEASE TAG AS YOU ENTER, PLZ. if you're not on here already.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language
Status: Open, in progress
Ezio had long since exited his room and ventured down the hall in search of someone, anyone that might know what was happening. He was hoping he might find Federico while he was at it, but he was still pretty sure his brother was dead. Even if that 'dream' felt so real, and this...whatever this was, felt even more real. There was a little bit of hope that was driving him crazy. He wanted to be proven either right or wrong, but nothing was turning up. So after going down to the lower floors and startling a few women--aheh--he was now tromping back up the stairs two by two, only to find, when he arrived back on the top floor; that practically everyone and their mother was standing outside their doors now. If not that, most of them were open.