[Well, he's found a piano in the school, at least, and is playing it. The song he's playing sounds a little like this...]

[He appears to be so wrapped up in what he's doing that he probably wouldn't notice anyone unless they made themselves very obvious, but he sure looks like he's enjoying himself]

[He can't hear, but you wouldn't be able to tell ( Read more... )

[Chii is currently going around town with a heavy pile of books in hand. Though her eyes are blank, she's using her hearing and recollection of the city to get around and find her target ( Read more... )

[Chii's currently skipping home from school singing a nursery rhyme recently heard in school.]

У попа была собака,
Он ее любил.
Она съела кусок мяса,
Он ее убил.
В землю закопал,
надпись написал

[While repeating the phrase over and over again.]

[[The link has the translation. Killed? It must mean some sort of way to play! Obviously!]]

[After seeing what happened to the forts, Chii went to her own occasional projects. Though now they're just slush at this point. Though perhaps about 6 areas are a bit higher.]

Maybe Chii shouldn't have named them...

[Jack is hosed down and soaking wet from the guards since he didn't smell incredibly nice when he came through the gate. Slime still coats hair and parts of his body when the clothes were tossed to him. His compass is tossed to him and the moment his jumpsuit was on, which the zippers he wasn't too familiar with added to his otherwise strange ( Read more... )

[After a possible comment from another student, or even teacher, Chii is heading off to the library. Using the fact that there's no school today as a chance to... learn ( Read more... )

[At the very least, she was given clothes. She wasn't sure what the hell was going on, but she wasn't happy with it. So long as she kept her wits about her, she was sure she could handle the situation ( Read more... )

[Okay, he's not really been here long, but it has been one hell of a long day. And now Sean is, once again, hungry.

Well... hungry may be an understatement. Which explains why he's cursing his way around the kitchen in search of something that looks unattended and filchable.]

. . .

Damn it.

[Someone else new from the Gate. This time, it's a boy, red and black two-toned hair. He doesn't look like he's much older than twelve, and he's dressed for summer: khaki shorts, a black t-shirt, hiking boots. And boy, is he freezing. There's a staff on his back, too, crooked at the top and a bit taller than he is.]

... the weather changed so

[A loud scream could be heard from a silver-haired man as he tried to smack away some soldiers that were trying to restrain him ( Read more... )