[ The screen is gross and a little red. It's blood. But the image behind that is Fuuka, lying in a bed somewhere in a nightgown. Her hair has been cut even shorter than usual, to allow people to get at that gash on her skull; she looks pale and tired but alive, clearly. She smiles waveringly at the communicator, uncertain, then switches it to voice ( Read more... )

I- I'm so sorry, everyone! I was so excited... I should have checked to make sure the meat wasn't rotten... and cooked it better... and I guess the vegetables were more than slightly burnt, and I didn't mean to use that much salt-and, and I really did think that was juice mix, that "kool-aid" stuff, not chili powder ( Read more... )

I hope no one minds me using this network for something so trivial, but... Although it took me a few hours, I safely made my way to "Latimir Apartments." [Read: three hours of overly cautious monster avoiding to go ten blocks.] By then, I was so tired that when I saw a room that appeared empty, I just let myself in. It's number 104. If... someone ( Read more... )