[the mirror shows the front doors of the Tohno mansion. Standing in front of them are a young girl and a tortoiseshell cat. The girl's pale hair is bobbed, and her dress speaks of wealth. She can't be much older than four or five.]

[her voice, when she speaks, is small and plaintive.]

This isn't home...I, I want to go home.

[she looks down at the cat ( Read more... )

[Have a nice view of a fully armored Washington fighting off a harpy. She's taking a few hits, but it's overall not going bad. But she's quick enough to notice the mirror. It doesn't even fase her.] You know what? I'm never going to complain about the quiet here again. Ever.

Meta? You out there? Report.

For that matter, anyone else out there need a

[near the lake, where the trees thin out into a more open space, there's a tall figure with her hand held up to shield her eyes from the glare reflecting off the water. Her posture is relatively relaxed, and she tugs off a glove after a moment and brings two fingers to her mouth, whistling ( Read more... )

[Jessica is on her bed, penned in by various notes and scribblings on looseleaf ( Read more... )

[Gal is sitting on a set of crumbling steps somewhere in the Ruins, staring at nothing in particular. There's a colorful bruise on her cheek, and a bandage on her arm under her sleeve, though only the former is immediately visible. Her usual cheerful, patient demeanor is gone for the moment, replaced with a decidedly grim expression ( Read more... )

[ Caprica had noticed the small flowers a few days ago, sprouting up everywhere, but hadn't quite given them thought. And now she can't help it - they've slipped into the house, wound their way up the balcony and across the floor ( Read more... )

[Advance triggering content warning: Wash's past is a bit messed up. It's canon that Epsilon terminated itself in Wash's head. This refers to that event in the past tense vaguely, as it's an older form of what the inside of Wash's mind looks like.]

( Really, read the warning. )

-video-[The area with the ovens may be practically flooded out, but Jessica has a wagonful of magic dirt and she's not afraid to use it. There is now a small kitchen in one of the arena's interior halls, with the implements of baking scattered about and one very busy young woman very angrily using them ( Read more... )

[this entire thing screams of the kind of prank the Emperor would pull, and she managed to find her clothes and sword, so she's not as worried as she could be. Still, the tall young woman keeps a careful hand near her belt as she crouches down to greet the cat that approaches her, not noticing the mirror at first.]Where did you come from? One of ( Read more... )