[Some time after the strangeness of the dreamscape event Luke can be seen lying on his bed, sighing as he slowly moves his fingers. Laced within them is a golden chain that ends on a oval jewel, dark purple in color, set in a simple frame of gold.

It looks somewhat plain to most, but to Luke it's the sentimental value that matters the most.]

How did ( Read more... )

[The feed comes on to a panicky Luke, who is outside his house looking kind of disheveled at the moment.

... well, he looks more like he'd been frantically running about the town at the forests outside, but details, details.]

Guys? I NEED YOUR HELP.

[He takes a moment to catch his break before glancing into the feed.]

Right. Small white puppy who's got ( Read more... )

[...so, while everyone's being infected and attacked with sins, Luke's just gonna sit here. And be unaffected while his other housemates geet infected. Whoops.]

Hey, wait, no-- stop that!

Paradise, this is really getting annoying, you know--!

[Guess who's having to deal with his roommates' shenanigans right now, the poor thing. Feel free to help a ( Read more... )

[The feed turns on to one Luke fon Fabre peering outside, a bit of a wistful smile on his face as he surveys the outside. Then he glances back towards the calendar.

December 25th. It was Christmas for pretty much everyone here in Paradise. However, there was another occasion that Luke had held special then, too.]

Another year, huh...? How long does ( Read more... )

( Private thoughts and musings. )

E-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH!?

[The video feed opens to a loud scream followed by panicked screaming as black smoke covers the feed. Several minutes into the feed, there's a very familiar voice screaming and panicking as a dash of red and white fade into the camera view.]

Aaaaa--h! No, stop! I command you to stop smoking already!

Where's the off button--!? Oh, ( Read more... )

[Hope no one in Paradise is sleeping at the moment.

Because suddenly, in the middle of a silent afternoon...

A LOUD SCREAM OF TERROR IS HEARD.]


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[There's a bit of a laugh as Luke stares at the calendar, not quite believing it until now. Then, he just chuckles to himself and smiles.]

Merry Christmas, everyone!

...and happy birthday to me, as well...

Hey, Anise? Tear, Everyone? We still up for having a party for the occasion at my place?

[ Private -- Locked from Ai ]


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[See Luke. See Luke preparing for Christmas/his birthday by putting up decorations around his house. Unlike Walter, his festive mood doesn't really seem to make his singing any strange, really.]

On the eighth day of Christmas, Yulia gave to me... eight bouncing cheagles...

[Luke stops to look up at his work, frowning.]

...wait, why cheagles?

... ( Read more... )

[Hello, Paradise. Have a Luke.

...and for once, Luke looks like he's doing something productive. Just what, though, is he doing?]

...okay, so if I match it to the month and carry this one... wait, why one?

[Luke looks like he's straining something disastrous here. Then he lights up.]

Oh, I get it! It's to match the amount of days from our year to ( Read more... )