[text/image] Dec. 28th, morning

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[posted publicly, but Castor's friends (you know who you are) got this sent to them directly]

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[ Text version: Raise A Glass!Let's Celebrate NEW YEAR'S EVE in style. 7PM until you drop. At the grand opening of Death City's premiere electronic night club Siren's Fall --in the Red Light District-- ]

If you have any further inquiries, you may ask here, or you can call the club directly and leave a message. All ages are welcome. So do come out and join us, won't you?

[[ OOC: information about the club can be found by clicking here. A log for the location will go up on December 31st. Castor will be there tending the bar but feel free to mingle and create your own threads because I'm on hiatus. Can you tell? ]]

the third | december 29

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[The video opens shakily but then slowly Spike comes into focus. And boy does he look pissed. He's got on a fuzzy sweater under his duster that so doesn't go, but he neglected to steal gloves to match. Well, beggars can't be choosers. He adjusts his glasses with a grumble, blowing frustratedly out his mouth - a big puff of air going out to the night air. Almost as if he's being forced to speak, he grumbles out of one corner of his mouth.]

Lost the sodding key. Usually I would just break and enter, but security's just a little steeper than I anticipated.

Anyone ever tell you Nevadans it's bleeding cold out here? Just isn't right. Isn't the world supposed to be warmin' up? Because it really ought to get with the program.

046. Video | December 29 | Morning

[suchselfishness]

[ For once, someone is out of bed before ten- And she looks absolutely delighted to be there. Rhode is curled up on a new couch, half under a blanket with a bowl of oatmeal in her lap. And she's smiling.

Maybe all this cold weather is happening because hell froze over... ]

The new apartment has such a nice view of the city. I think I'd like it much better if it snowed here all the time! Everything looks better under the snow.

[ She pauses to take a bite of oatmeal, taking her sweet time to lick that spoon clean. ]

And it's cold enough that not even Witches want to be out and about. We get a perfect Christmas and New Year, and they get... to roll around in their nasty caves, or whatever it is they do when they're not bothering us.

But that's not what I wanted to talk about.

I want to know about how many souls everyone has! And I want to know what powers all the Weapons have. I don't bother with that training nonsense, so I don't see anything that happens there. I'm curious to know what sorts of things everyone can do, even with that silly machine's interference, and how far along people are with the school's ridiculous little numbers game.

Dec. 29th, video; Evening

[wiredgod.livejournal.com]

[It had been eating at her for days after that discussion with Emil. She'd wanted forget--all three of them had tried to forget, and it had gotten them nowhere. The vivid scar along their spine reminded them daily of those events.

Some thing had been easier to pretend that they were just a trick. Made-up memory, a joke-- turning into animals? That didn't happen. Doesn't happen.

It ate away, preventing her from effectively doing her work or training properly or doing anything but spend long moments of brooding silence locked away with her computers, trying to lose herself in the mechanics of it all. It hadn't worked, and all Lain got was more frustration for her trouble.

So she'd given it a try. What would it hurt? If it failed at worst she'd feel a little silly, but ultimately better. And if it worked...

Well. It had worked. Which is why when the video pops on there's a red panda on the screen. It goes from looking surprised, to looking extremely distraught in a span of 10 seconds. It drops, and actually talks in a voice that is unmistakably Lain's. It's broken, quiet in disbelief and distress]

...This wasn't... supposed to be true. [If a red panda could cry, she'd be crying. Instead she just curls into a tiny ball among her discarded clothes, head tucked under her tail, and shakes]

text; Dec. 29, late afternoon

[espionage-gamer.livejournal.com]

Has anyone seen Sollux Captor around today?
Or even heard from him at all?
He never goes out without me or at least telling me about it.
And he's been gone since late last night.
It's not like him to just up and disappear like this.

December 29, 2009 - Tuesday

[pedo_sun]

[Looks like things are slowing down a bit. Are people getting ready to party hard for the new year? Someone's opening a nightclub. Good business sense, that, opening it on New Year's Eve. Don't forget that training still happens every morning, though.

Temperatures for today are 23/10F (-5C/-12C).]


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