[The italicized speech is in Russian, the non-italicized is in English]

You will tell me what this place is. You all speak my language. Explain this to me.

[Despite his demands, there are no sounds of violent retaliation against him, although there is no answer, either]

Very well.[The door slams, and he steps out, not looking particularly upset ( Read more... )

-=Maes is walking.

Walking...

Walking...

...Wading...

Trudging...

Uhm...

Maes is now buried in a sea of tribbles.

Help?=-

Mmph!?

[Someone's back through the gate, and more confused than before! Being certain of where you should be really does make it worse, huh?) Not that she'd be the only one confused, given that Trance doesn't look like the Trance everyone knows.]

This... Isn't the Andromeda.

[Grimaces, covering mouth.]

It smells like a waste planet.

*there are a series of bangs as suddenly Midgard and Schwarz are overrun with guards; they run up the stairs knock on doors -more like punching down the flimsy doors- before forcibly entering if you aren't fast enough to open it*

We're doing a room check! Everyone up and out!

*you can try to talk to them, but most aren't going to answer; they'll ( Read more... )

Greetings. Today is Rations Allocation Day. Today is also Mark. If it rains today, there will be no additional frost for the season. Rations will be held at Victory Square from 10 00 hours until 19 00 hours. Bring your identification with you. Persons unable to bring their identification will not be served. Any disrespect to the soldiers ( Read more... )

[Now that the fright of zombies seems to be lessening, other things can be addressed again. Giselle is sitting back at First In, Last Out, where she and Sheldon had their date, with a glass of wine and a slightly dejected expression. It's not a very mature sort of look, either. Slighty pouty, one could say ( Read more... )

-=Sporting the beginnings of a nice bruise on the side of her face and a set of bloody knuckles, this woman, wearing only the standard-issue new-arrival outfit of cheap pants and shirt and boots is walking at a steady pace towards Midgard, looking around while wearing a carefully blank expression ( Read more... )

-=Of course, out in the middle of the horde is the sound of gas being consumed by fire. In the distance the visions of orange blue fire spewing out from the nozzle of the flame thrower. There's a man inside, covered head to toe in protective gear as he slowly makes his way to Midgard.=-

*He stumbles out of his room, then shuts the door behind him, his eyes following his own motions. He presses himself back against the door and frowns, definitely looking a little panicky.*

M-maes? Sora?

((And Roxas is losing touch. :x))

-=Maes is on his way to work. He's quiet this time, not whistling, humming or doing any of his usual things. He's just... walking.=-

[Someone can't talk for a week!]