[Isn't it just a lovely day in the whitespace? It's very... well, white. It's rather quiet, too, aside from the noises coming from this makeshift kitchen where Hakkai is preparing some tea. Hm, how many cups should he be setting out today... ?]

::Being dumped into the whitespace is bad enough on its own. It's even worse when it's straight into that Nexus-LOL-type bullshit, and this would obviously be one of those times. Who the hell have they-... Oh, no. Fuck, no. This? This is just wrong.::

It's one of those hot summer days where anyone with any sense whatsoever is in a breezy, shady spot trying to keep as cool as is physically possible. Out in the sun the heat is intense enough to cause heat waves, shimmering just over the ground, and the cicadas are chirping busily in the background off in the surrounding trees. Otherwise it's quiet ( Read more... )

::Whitespace? What whitespace? Gojyo has beer, and a couch, and plenty of cigarettes... and a song stuck in his head, apparently. La la lalala, la la laaaa... fear the drunkenly singing kappa.::

Ai ren xiiiiin, shen ruuuuu haiiii, dai wo quuuuu, ba ta zhao hui laiiii, qing ai woooo, yi wan niaaaan, yong xin aiiiiii...

::Well, now that the bomb has dropped and the muns we are all enjoying the fallout so very much, why shouldn't there be a party? It's only logical! And everyone is forced to attend against their will, should the muns so choose invited! Just come and drink the beer and eat the food, dammit, you don't want it to go to waste, now do you?::

Today, whitespace looks kinda like this cept without the creepy giant doll. All kinds of pretty outfits await.

((Edit of AMAZINGLY NSFW))

*Today, the whitespace has music from nowhere. The invisible orchestra keeps playing as Fakir dances, spinning and leaping through the air, seemingly ignoring everything else around him.*

Kicked back, got a cooler of beer, no one's tried to kill him in hours. Life is Good.

::The whitespace today looks remarkably like an apartment. There's a couch, a TV, a couple of mismatched chairs around a wine-stained kitchen table... a kappa snoring on the couch...::

::The beach stretches out into the distance, banked by trees on one side. It's oddly quiet and empty, not even any sea birds nearby, and the sand looks undisturbed aside from a few bird prints up by the tree-line.::