He awoke in the night to his hand at the side of his pillow, nearly transparent. It wasn't a shock to him anymore; instead he lifted it upward to the light of the outdoor lights darting in between the slits of the blinds, watching the dim rays shine through his skin, last week's laundry on the other side of the room thrown over the chair and ( Read more... )

So there is a squirrel eating the house.

I don't know why it's even here; it's not as though there are many trees.

I can hope Jinpei has nothing to do with it, but his track record isn't good.

Always knew I'd find a use for that hot sauce . . .

((Inspired by real life events. >.< Is there a good way to keep a squirrel off your house?))

Even as Arisa's things flow out of here, Jinpei's are mysteriously appearing. Currently there are several terrariums about that I know weren't there before. Large snakes. A few jumping spiders.

. . . So help the spiders if they ever get out.

Jinpei, why are you making a zoo out of my front yard?

Ainur had been resettled at the J; the room itself had been scanned for any devices that hadn't been there already. The blood had been cleaned from the floor. Only then, settling himself on the stairs leading up to the apartment, did Ken attempt contact with Derek -- a sound like the chirp of a bird over the airwaves to either pinpoint or laptop.

-Jun has given me a pinpoint. Vaguely skeptical of it, but no V-hold problems ( Read more... )

She didn't come back last night. No contact.

Going out to take a look.

On the third day, Ken returned home. It was late, and although the lights still blazed in the airfield office, Arisa lay curled loosely on the edge of the couch, head rested on the arm where she'd fallen asleep haphazardly, paperwork still piled over her legs. Her neck would be stiff and painful in the morning. He didn't wake her, instead ( Read more... )

Sent to Jun's communicator: Jun, I found the girl . . . there's nothing to worry about from her; she hasn't been bitten.

She's a friend.

Late night -- Ken stared silently at Joe's entry.

Shit, Bliss.He would have preferred to do it on his own time, at his own pace -- more likely until either he or Joe became irritated enough to seek one another out. (More likely he himself; Joe had a sullen capability the size of Jupiter.) This new interference might impede things; Joe was ( Read more... )

Ooc again. To whoever bought me a paid account for the next two months . . . Thank you! -^^- I really wasn't expecting anyone to spend any money on me, but I am excited about this. Currently digging for new icon possibilities. :)

*bows*