/and look who's sneaking around Midgard when she shouldn't be? JAILBREAK. She's very very obviously pregnant at this point; there's no hiding it. Muttering to herself/

I swear to god, I'm going freaking stir-crazy in there.

-=Marching through the snow in poorly fitted clothing, shivering hard and going off in German=-

I don't remember dying. Damn it! I hate this city.-=Falls into sullen silence until he reaches Midgard, where he stops for a while, looking up at the building. A fit of coughing comes, leading to hunched shoulders and heavy breathing. Fingers wipe at ( Read more... )

-=Late at night--Which is actually early evening, you'd never know with the way the weather is--Maes is seen with an old ham radio and a folder of papers under his arm.=-

Gone. All gone. I have to protect this--no no... preserve this. We need this to go on, right? I do!

-=Goes back to mumbling, twitching every now and again.=-

[[Yep! ( Read more... )

*on his way back to his apartment from the library, a whole new stack of books for research (on many, uh, varied topics there's nothing on pregnancy there, really) tucked under one arm and a bag of food under the other*

Damn... She's gonna kill me if I'm too late...

[Trance has been in the library since this morning. First to have returned the books that didn't really help her at all. Really, she didn't know what happened. (She didn't even notice that 'powers' weren't working in that time.) So, with the snowstorm having passed, Trance was using this day to an advantage.]

No... Not this one. Aha!

[With one book ( Read more... )

*The PA system crackles on*

Happy Kaliady! The date is Saturday, Janurary 3rd, the new year is 1953. There are a few announcements.

School will begin again on January 7th, which is a Wednesday. All students are expected to attend. For those who are unfamiliar with the holiday, Vadohryshcha will occur the day prior and public authority forces ( Read more... )

Greetings. Today is December 20th, 1952. It is Rations Allocation Day. Before it begins, there are a few announcements.

Applications for offsite housing, meaning housing not funded by the government, are due today in rations. Lt. Maes Hughes will be available to accept the applications. If there are any applications, they will be processed ( Read more... )

*sitting at the front desk in the library, reading as usual. except if you look real carefully, there's another book inside that large physics book in his hands. one may catch a glimpse of an image of a pregnant woman...*

((kcsnlasmcla so. much. fail. there were like. a thousand things i wanted to do with Ed before and now i don't know if i can ( Read more... )

[A boy, tall, familiar, long and loose blond hair blowing in the wind, tossing around his face and wide, bright but steely eyes. His lips and jaw are set, determined, as if he's been through something similar before and couldn't be less guarded or unhappy with his predicament ( Read more... )

"Midgard? My, that is a strange name for a place..."

[It seems that the Flux Gate has found yet another victim, though this one seems to be curious as much as frightened about the whole affair. Giselle has managed to find a stick somewhere along the way to clip her hair up into a loose knot, but it only manages to make her look more swamped by the ( Read more... )