It's a bird! It's a plane! No, IT'S-- [Open/Active]

[omnomnomsweets]

Characters: Chaos, Kimbley, Break, feel free to hop in with anyone!
Setting: Greenhouse
Time: Day 15, mid-dayish
Summary: Two creepers and a demigod walk into a bar...
Warnings: Nothing yet?

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[touchofcrimson]

Having satiated his hunger, Kimbley had elected to part from the others, preferring solitary exploration. Aside from mulling over already gathered facts, he now discovered the strange matter of the time. He was certain his stopwatch was in correct working order, yet the sun hung in the sky, as if unwilling to disappear. Patient observation allowed him to deduce that yes, there was indeed movement, but at an extremely slow rate.

A following perusal of the library was interesting, but not fruitful. Setting the book back on the shelf for later, he headed back out, picturing the corridors in his mind as he made his way to the greenhouse. A suitable tree found, he reached up, an audible crack marking his selection of a branch. Now was as good a time as any to procure another tool for his use. Holding his arms out, palms upturned, the branch rested between his hands, arrays beginning to glow as he reached for the carbon atoms

[chaotic_unmaker]

For the past... however long he had been in the house, chaos had been doing one of three things, more or less constantly. The first was exploring; he had, by now, compiled a complete map of the house, or at least what he could get to, as well as started database files on most of the house's ghosts and a few of its patrons. The second was caring for the house's residents - mostly in the form of Nina Tucker

[is_not_number1]

For the most part, Mello hadn't been extremely social during his stay here. He'd spent the majority of his time trying to avoid the house's residents as best he could, and in general, this had been fairly successful. He was, of course, quite relieved about this; during the great amount of time he'd spent avoiding people, he had not been in any sort of mood to deal with them. More often than not, he'd been exceptionally ill-tempered for the entirety of the past few months, and having been dropped into this place out of nowhere certainly hadn't improved anything. As moody as he might have been, though, he was beginning to get a bit more used to the house than he would have liked-- exploring was becoming slightly tedious, and he'd found that, to his disappointment, there really wasn't all that much to do around here-- and as a result, extreme boredom was dwelling on him. There were plenty of other people here, and although he had already practically decided that he disliked all of them, at the moment, he would have preferred

[omnomnomsweets]

Voices? Two voices? It took Break a minute to recover from the shock that he had somehow not realized that he had company. He had always paid careful attention to his surroundings, and even after he lost his eyes he'd done fairly well with his other senses. Granted he'd been a bit lax about it lately, distracted by hallucinations, but surely he would have noticed two people in the room. Maybe there was only one? Yes, of course, it was possible that he hadn't noticed one, and the other wasn't real. The less pleasant one, he decided, was a mere hallucination and thus not his problem. Which left the older man with the fire. Break wasn't sure what he was burning, but if the man wasn't concerned and there was only a little smoke then it was probably harmless. Besides, he wasn't going to fuss about it; nothing was going to accidentally catch fire with all this snow around, and if he made nice to the stranger then maybe Break could talk him into climbing the tree and checking for the rope

[touchofcrimson]

Kimbley's hand remained warmer than usual from the recently completed transmutation, but he accepted the handshake firmly, free hand slipping the waxed parcel into a pocket. "Kimbley. A pleasure, of course." Gaze sliding upward, he tilted his head back, peering up into the branches of the tree. "I'm afraid I am curious about the same matter, precisely what are you attempting, Mr. Break?"

The arrogant voice belonged to a youth with which he was also not familiar. Perhaps he was an acquaintance of Break's. Standing back from the two, he studied them silently, eyes narrowing as he spotted a third, reclining figure. Really, he was letting his guard down far too much here. "Hello," he called, breath misting in the chilled air. "We have quite a little group here, it appears."