[The mirror will flicker on to reveal a young woman sitting in the grass. She has already thrown the dress as far away as it will go, and has pulled a wife beater and a pair of jeans on instead. She is in the process of lacing up her black boots, and the air is punctuated with curses.]Think they can fuckin' put me in a dress, I'll rip them a new ( Read more... )

[video]To those that have taken it upon themselves to orchestrate this coup d'état, I ask not how it was executed or for how long it was planned, but why it was enacted. Resistance and revolution need not go hand in hand until the moment is correct for them to ( Read more... )

[video]

Is there someone named Larry Vincent around? I'd like to speak to you.

( Ellie's just sort of lying down by the vine, playing with a tiny tiny fruitknife. It looks blunt and useless, and like it's seen better days, but Ellie is just unfolding and refolding it. )

I've been thinking. ( A bit of a pause, and her voice drops, something like self mockery. ) Big shock, there.So, if we're all here, and we're all... stuck. ( Read more... )

[She's been here a month. Spent the first two weeks holed up in the library snapping at anyone who came close like a feral cat. Spent the next two weeks in bed, ripped to shreds by a vampire plant, maybe that's why she's been so quiet lately. There's one last bandage wrapped over her shoulder, barely visible under her t-shirt, the deepest of the ( Read more... )

[video]

[Jill's got the medal in her hand, tucking it in her pocket as she looks up at the Vine.]

Guns don't work here, correct?

[Well Yukari is aware of the shenanigans...and decides the best solution is to GO ALONG WITH IT. So on the vine you are treated to sound of Yukari's voice, which is at least pleasant to listen to...but she's singing THIS!]

I don't care, who you are
Where you're from
Don't care what you did
As long as you love me

[And on from there]

[Later on ( Read more... )

[ Video ][Melia is sitting on white stone against a background recognizable as the ruins at the center of the gardens ( Read more... )

The following logs are deeply personal, although they aren't meant to be private. If you'd rather not hear a potentially uncomfortable amount of my history, I advise you to stop reading now.

( There's a large blank space, allowing you to do exactly that. )

[voice]

A Queen. Her Gardens?

Are we prisoners, guests, friends?

I cannot tell by now. All I know is that I breathe again.