((Open to everyone...please feel free to post when you can, and just assume that other characters are being silent/broody unless directly addressed. That would seem to be the best way to make progress...))

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( They ascended the staircase back to the main platform and Brad glanced around, spotting Aya, Omi and Farfarello and making for the two members of Weiss. Farfarello, as was usual for him, could join them or not, according to his whim. )

((Okay...I was hoping to start this scene when all of us are online and not brainded, but obviously that's probably not going to happen anytime soon, given my schedule. >.<;; So please post whenever you can--I'll be running Mari, along w/ Anne as necessary. The scene is open for Omi, Nagi, and Crawford--hopefully we can have the others rejoin ( Read more... )

Waking came gradually this time, and peacefully. Nagi opened his eyes to find himself lying on the cot, curled under the thin blanket and back inside the cell. A perfectly intact cell--the same as the one he'd tried to escape from, near as he could tell. For a moment he luxuriated in the ability to see and hear again, to lie there without ( Read more... )

(continued from earlier scene)

( Nagi and Schuldig get separated. )

Nagi made a brief stop at the supply pile, picking up a couple of meal packs and an apple for Schuldig--and, after a brief moment of consideration, dropping off the computer. As much as he hated to admit it, carrying it around in his pocket was a bad idea. Not with everyone else relying on it. Besides, maybe it would do some good to have that ( Read more... )

The maze lightened again, signalling another 'day' in their prison. Nagi had been up for an hour or so, but hadn't bothered to leave his platform. He found he'd needed the time to...think, and so he'd done just that, leaning his chin on his hands and staring blankly out at the rest of the Maze from the sanctuary of the tent entrance ( Read more... )

Nagi hesitated, watching Crawford carefully. The light was just beginning to shade down into the maze's 'evening', and it had proven to be a quiet day. The debriefing had ended some hours ago, and while no great solutions had been uncovered, it had felt good just to have the opportunity to talk again as a team. The subsquent meal had been a ( Read more... )

Sashiko reacted as expected, a hand flying out to trap and pin his offending strike hand. Feeling the movement almost before it began, Nagi stepped into her attempt to pull him off-balance, trying for a second strike with the flat of his palm. Another split-second surge-her foot sweeping towards his ankles--and he let it connect, curling into his ( Read more... )

Nagi paced around the fountain and assorted supplies, muttering to himself. He'd finally decided to take the risk of shutting down the computer long enough to reboot everything--and it had had absolutely no effect. The stupid little smiley face had reappeared just as soon as he'd turned the power back on, and had been stubbornly resistant to ( Read more... )

Drip drying was not the most pleasant way to go, Nagi found, but at least it was warm enough in the maze that he didn't have to sit and shiver the whole time. He'd finished his bath shortly after Yohji had stalked off in a huff, and decided to wash his filthy clothes for good measure. While he wasn't particularly sanguine about wearing the flimsy ( Read more... )