[ T'was the night before Christmas - well, it had ticked over from the night before Christmas a few hours ago, but it probably didn't count if you hadn't really slept. Then again, Lockon hadn't exactly been sleeping like a baby for going on a week, what with...everything that had happened. It hadn't exactly been a good month. Still, tiredness will ( Read more... )

[It was pretty clear from Setsuna's post that for some reason (the community, almost definitely), comments either weren't registering with him or weren't getting through at all. Lockon decided to cut out the middle man and just call him, and prove that he and the others were alive that way. He paced as his communicator called, waiting for the

[Lockon woke up with an arm sprawled over Tieria, terrible bedhead and about a tenth of the blanket, as he did most mornings these days. He yawned quietly - what time was it, anyway? Far too early - and snuggled closer to Tieria with a gentle nuzzle and a judicious tug of the blanket from wherever Michael was storing it all. (Eventually, he'd cure ( Read more... )

[It had been about a month since Lockon had first woken up, and he figured it was finally time to visit the last of his three comrades. It had surely been enough time for Tieria to stabilise - he'd been warned away from shocking him a while ago, after all - and he couldn't in good conscience leave him in the dark any more ( Read more... )

[Lockon was lying in the hospital bed, like he has been for the past month. However, over the last few days, the EEG machine had been registering more and more brain activity, and the pain reaction tests had begun to get slight reactions. He'd even just about surfaced into conciousness a couple of times, although only ever momentarily, and not long ( Read more... )

It was sunny, but not sunbathing weather. That meant the park he'd chosen was quiet, which was a good thing as he didn't want Haruhi's worldhopping to attract attention. Lockon was leaning on a tree, in the shade, flipping idly through a book while he waited.

"Twelve noon! Twelve noon!" came a robotic voice from down by his feet. Lockon looked down ( Read more... )

Lockon drifted along the corridors of the Ptolemaios, heading towards the bridge. With the upcoming trip back to the island base, he was going to need Haro back from Feldt, as little as he liked to seperate them. He found it sweet how close she was with the little robot, and he knew if he could trust anyone to take care of Haro it would be her. ( Read more... )