[Complete] Log: MorgueTime Adventures!
Who: For now: Mori, Tamaki, and Hikaru ~ but anyone can join in~
Where: Rabu Rabu Morgue, the traditional Morinozuka service site -__-;;;
When: Today, now...Ish. Ish-y.
Rating: PG-13 for Pointlessness and Perhaps Zombies *___*
Warnings: Zombies, general randomness, and People Freaking Out for No Apparent Reason
Summary: Remember how Mori died to get into Desert Mayhem? Well, now that everyone woke up where they were last...Mori woke up in the Morgue. BUT NO FEAR~ the Host Club is here to rescue him!
Tic.
Toc.
Tic.
Toc.
Sometimes, Mori really wished he didn't wear a wristwatch.
For one, it made noise. As in, the real "ticking" noise that regular, full-sized watches made. Mitsukuni had given it to him for his birthday, so it was pink and bunnyful and altogether rather impractical...but Mori still wore it everyday, rain or shine, night or day.
Apparently, his family had decided to respect his last wishes when he died and left the watch on for him.
Tic.
Toc.
Tic.
Toc.
Mori stood, tense, armed only by the same, family katana that he'd used to kill himself so many months ago. Could he really be here...? Alive? In Japan...? According to the box-ish laptop (his primary study tool--again, his family respected his wishes), he was indeed alive...
Tic. Toc.
How had this happened?
Trying valiantly to calm himself down, Mori had long stopped trying to search for a light or the doorknob, not wanting to attract more attention than he already had. It wasn't that he was overly superstitious or anything--he just didn't want to disturb the other occupants of the room who, while not breathing, had definitely started to make...
...noise.
Tic. Toc. Rustle. Toc. Tic. Toc. MOOOOAAAAANNNN...
Gulping carefully (as not to make noise), Mori steadied the katana in his hand and prayed to Kami-sama that Tamaki wouldn't make a fuss when he arrived.
Where: Rabu Rabu Morgue, the traditional Morinozuka service site -__-;;;
When: Today, now...Ish. Ish-y.
Rating: PG-13 for Pointlessness and Perhaps Zombies *___*
Warnings: Zombies, general randomness, and People Freaking Out for No Apparent Reason
Summary: Remember how Mori died to get into Desert Mayhem? Well, now that everyone woke up where they were last...Mori woke up in the Morgue. BUT NO FEAR~ the Host Club is here to rescue him!
Tic.
Toc.
Tic.
Toc.
Sometimes, Mori really wished he didn't wear a wristwatch.
For one, it made noise. As in, the real "ticking" noise that regular, full-sized watches made. Mitsukuni had given it to him for his birthday, so it was pink and bunnyful and altogether rather impractical...but Mori still wore it everyday, rain or shine, night or day.
Apparently, his family had decided to respect his last wishes when he died and left the watch on for him.
Tic.
Toc.
Tic.
Toc.
Mori stood, tense, armed only by the same, family katana that he'd used to kill himself so many months ago. Could he really be here...? Alive? In Japan...? According to the box-ish laptop (his primary study tool--again, his family respected his wishes), he was indeed alive...
Tic. Toc.
How had this happened?
Trying valiantly to calm himself down, Mori had long stopped trying to search for a light or the doorknob, not wanting to attract more attention than he already had. It wasn't that he was overly superstitious or anything--he just didn't want to disturb the other occupants of the room who, while not breathing, had definitely started to make...
...noise.
Tic. Toc. Rustle. Toc. Tic. Toc. MOOOOAAAAANNNN...
Gulping carefully (as not to make noise), Mori steadied the katana in his hand and prayed to Kami-sama that Tamaki wouldn't make a fuss when he arrived.