People seem to come and go. Some are celebrated in their departure more than others. Even so, it's weird.. if we die when we arrive, and are 'sent back'.. what happens then?

The world may never know.

...I need a shower.

[And have a young Phoenix on the second level, rubbing at his eyes with his arm.]

M-Miles? Larry? Where'd you guys go? *sniff* C'mon, guys! This isn't funny!

So, apparently there's been something strange going around, enough to cause me to wake up next to one of my roommates. (House mates? Suite mates?)

As attractive as the idea is, it's still a bit unsettling to know that I can't remember any of it, which is a waste of time, honestly. I wonder if there's any support groups for the depth of ( Read more... )

[And there's Phoenix. Phoenix, after the move, in his new house. Considering he had to leave the agency behind, he should probably be a bit more annoyed.

However, there's Phoenix. Sprawled on the couch. Giggling about something.

lolfumes.]

[Have a Phoenix, on the second level, looking in the fridge.]

...Are we out of milk already? [He picks up the empty carton and shakes it, before sighing.]

Looks like I'll have to get more. Kids today and their milk. You'd think it was healthy for you or something.

[Phoenix is at home, standing in front of a hallway mirror. He seems a bit more nervous than usual, especially as he futzes with his appearance. Maya was going to be there soon.. and then what? Did he look too old ( Read more... )

[Phoenix is on the second level, idly shuffling some cards as he leans against a wall. He looks thoughtful, almost worrisome, for a little while, before he shrugs.]

It's been really quiet lately.

[Phoenix is, on the second level, tapping an invite to the masquerade ball against his leg. He looks rather pensive, as if considering something, before he manages a small smile.]Heh, sounds like a really expensive shindig. Too bad I'm not much of a fancy sort of guy. I wouldn't have anything to wear.. plus showing up to something like that on my ( Read more... )

Well, it's probably better that I didn't wish for what I wanted. Or, rather, who I wanted to see.

While her presence would have been comforting, it probably would have resulted in more lashings than I could handle, haha.

Wishes, huh? Anything I could possibly want.

Sounds too good to be true.

[He lazily pokes at one of the flowers circling him.]

So, what happens if you wish for something? Has anyone exploded yet? Or will a hoard of undead zombies be summoned?