[set to shortly after Lucifer's post, since she woke up at a reasonable time~ But she found out something very disturbing.]

Mmmm. I wonder. It seems my palace was vandalized yesterday. I need not say how utterly angry I am? I have my suspicions, of course.

[the video pulls back to show the gardens, her cupid statues covered in greenery and in ( Read more... )

[ Here's Sam, surrounded by alcohol and an arcade. ]

Who's gonna help me drink all of this?

[Shiro's voice is even. He doesn't sound happy, but he doesn't sound particularly sad either. More numb than anything]

I wonder.

What day is it? Is it the 17th?

This place's time is all screwed up.

[Musetta doesn't realize her Portal has turned on... She's too busy singing and draping fabric around her room. She has finally decided to try and make this feel like home.. Complete with far too expensive decorations, silk draperies and rich colored fabrics. She is still sticking true to her denial of modern clothing, however, maneuvering around ( Read more... )

[This time he's stretched across the forest floor, a wild forest animal curled up on his chest. At first, it seems like he might not know the PORTAL is even on.

But he does.]

I'm bored.

[ Quorra turns on the PORTAL excitedly, smiling before turning it to face a very sleek looking bike, with lights running down it. Similar to Quorra's Grid attire. ]

It worked. It actually worked!

A lightcycle. A real lightcycle. From the Grid!

[ Quorra pokes her head around the corner of the PORTAL, grinning. ]

Who wants to race? Sam, do you? I ( Read more... )

[She had been here a few days now, hiding, panicking, thinking. What were the last few moments before--- well-- coming here like? She remembered casting a spell. One which she knew had consequences. She remembered seeing her friends faces fading ( Read more... )

So I guess I decided this place is real. Ha ha. Only took me three days.

To whoever's been-- to whoever's been giving me water when I'm not looking, thanks. I mean, I owe you one. Thought I'd see you by now, but I can't blame you for hiding, you know what I mean? Kind of weird that I keep missing you, though. Hope your King and Queen realize that ( Read more... )

[The first thing that greets anyone looking at their PORTAL is a clattering sound and the rapidly spinning image of someone's room as the PORTAL goes rolling across the floor. When it finally wobbles to a stop, it shows a skewed image of a dark-haired man frantically rifling through the room's contents. While he occasionally stops his search to run ( Read more... )

So, this is fun.

[Look who's seeming remarkably chipper today. He's got his mask on, and is walking along at a lovely pace through the gardens with a sardonic smile on his always-gorgeous face.]

I wonder, fellow Promenadians, should I try and be a better citizen? Joining the guard is an excellent way to serve one's city.