[The Vine opens on a curious scene. Something has transpired in the new arrival area. A broad swath of garden has been destroyed. The scarred area is not huge, but it is not insignificant. It's not immediately clear what the cause was, but smoke is rising from the ground, and three large bears have gathered to deal with the problem ( Read more... )

[Today, Rosso has finally figured out how the vine works. And she's going to use it quite well. As if the phantoms weren't enough, bothering people, now she's doing it, too.]Witnessing your pain and troubles has been most entertaining as of late. That your own bonds that supposedly make you stronger have come back to haunt you in such a way... It ( Read more... )

[Gabrielle is thankful that it's harder to tell when someone turns exactly a year older-because she's glad that no one except Aya knows it's her birthday. And that she is turning exactly three decades old ( Read more... )

[Jessica's been wading. This has led to some rather strange consequences for her, but the peace of mind has been worth it. She can be found a little bit up from the shore, squatting by a small pile of shells, carefully sorting them in gradients of size, color, and type. There's a small, nostalgic smile on her face.]

[ The first thing the feed shows is a young girl of slightly ambiguous age- she could only be a pre-teen at most, though- staring into the mirror very uncertainly, thinking out loud to herself. ] So it works after all... it's certainly unlike any other communication method I have seen before. I didn't think this sort of technology was invented yet ( Read more... )

[After not popping her head in for a while, here's Santana! She's got some sweet heavy-duty earmuffs and seems...a lot happier than usual. Probably has something to do with the .45 in her hand. Safety on, unloaded, like a good girl.]So now that I'm like, a thousand times better at this shooting thing, I think I should be in zombie movies. When I ( Read more... )

[The feed opens to the image of a young girl of no more then thirty looking mildly angry. She is wearing little save for a jacket that leaves little to the imagination and a pair of very, very, tight leather pants. Her visible skin is covered with odd scars that suggest massive amounts of stitches that seem to have been used to repair some grievous ( Read more... )