[The garden car is rather warm today, the train seeming to recognize that in the United States, at least, it's right about spring time, which means the weather would finally be getting better in most places ( Read more... )

[Zuko is lying on the floor in one of the lounge cars ( Read more... )

[This wasn't anywhere near where he had intended to be. And Kain isn't at his side, as he was before. Cecil turns around slowly, wary, taking in the new surroundings of the train. He had been walking onto Cid's Gummi ship. Not this strange thing. His hand rests on the pommel of his sword, and his wings ruffle in agitation--they'd had to fight to ( Read more... )

[the intercom crackles on. A few moments of static pass before an annoyingly happy voice begins to issue from speakers up and down the train]

Good day ladies, gentlemen and passengers; and a happy New Year to one and all!

It has come to our attention that not many of you know each other. And some of you hate each other. This is a situation which must ( Read more... )

[When you walk into the main dining car, you'll find a huge new board next to the normal message board. Euphemia set it up there, together with a note of instructions. It reads as follows:

Hi everyone!

I wish you all a merry christmas or whatever holiday you celebrate in your world! New Year is approaching, too and I'm sure everyone of you has ( Read more... )

[Zuko has been scarce as of late. Ever since learning what happened to Marlene, and what she did to Kaoru, he's been too conflicted about it all to really do anything. He's been keeping to himself, which may not be a good thing ( Read more... )

[For all the bad things that have happened lately, he seems to be in a pretty well-balanced mood. He's currently spending time in what looks more like a swimming pool than a car.]

 *Euphemia found a piano in one of the cars and now sits in front of it, playing a few tunes*

*picks some flowers in the garden car and hums a melody*

*Zuko's in the dining car, what's left of a meal sitting to the side, and a fiction book in his hands. He stops reading randomly, though, as he looks up and mutters something to himself.

After about five minutes of mentally and verbally counting, he stops again and sighs heavily*

Dammit... it's my birthday today.