The second City is something to severely contemplate. An ugly situation and lonely without either of them resonating here and a ridiculous one, only to be followed by a frivilous one.

I believe some time out will do well.

( [Private to Vash//unhackable] )

( [Private to William//unhackable] )

I require a partner to practice small arms with; preferrably someone who actually knows how to use small arms.

William! Wiiiillllliiiiaaaammmmmm! Where are you? Let's get together! Come on!

Oh! Vash! Vash! VashvashvashvashvashvashvashVASHVASH! YOU OWE ME COTTON CANDY!

Ugh, it's cold. I should wear clothes.

Oh! Oh! Let's have a party!



((ooc: Funny story. I'm typing this on my phone, which auto suggests words to help me type. When I typed "candy", it suggested I add "mountain", what the fuck.))

It's nice that one of my siblings at least appear to be having fun. A harmless curse, it seems, with nothing more than ego at stake. I so rarely find myself affected. Perhaps I should count my blessings. If anyone should require me, I am at William's.

Considering the nature of this curse, I feel most fortunate that it appears I'm not known at all.

Everything has begun to stabilize. It's quiet, again. Those who remain have levelled out. My analysis has detected nothing substantially out of place. I will attempt to locate allies to assure their safety until I can calibrate my detection once more.

Complicated. How very complicated. A ridiculous waste of life. I am glad one of them has the same perogative as myself, even if it takes such a shameful thing.

Be quick, brother; don't be unnecessary. I don't believe I should have to say it, but.

I will stay at this building for the time unless something large occurs.

VASH.

KNIVES.

I need to speak with the both of you.



((ooc: Yeah. Just like that. DX))

...it's so quiet.

( Private to Vash//unhackable )

On my agenda:

    -   Speak with Vash; perhaps do a little gun training, but mostly focusing on him learning to drive. I've come to the understanding that he's rather poor at it.
    -   Visit Dr. Conrad immediately.
    -   Speak with Arcia about a couple of furnishings for the apartment. In lieu of visiting Dr. Conrad.


( Private to Vash//unhackable )


Hm, hm. I need to see if anyone needs a manager.

The more things change, the more they stay exactly the same.

... This is very clearly a holiday not meant for me.

The holidays were always such a mish-mash of ethical tension between politics and religion back home. Even on the starships, attempts to balance out the joint celebration with the clause of separating church and state made things quite complicated.

When it was discovered that the followers of our kind had their own celebrations this time of year to rejoice in the "blessings" our presences provided, it only served to complicate things further. Mostly on account of some of the key figures being in the most respected of positions. We were to avoid the media during this time to prevent insurgent activity spawned from egotistical spikes at the knowledge that some worship us, but Domina--that foolish girl--managed to convince some of our maintainers to divulge information on the matters, and of course, she came to tell me. Such an eager little sister she was.

Astonishing and foolish, their reasons and those involved. Honestly, but I think of this tension when I view the behaviors of all the citizens here. So unified and without the qualms of political correctness... Or perhaps this is simply because my knowledge was confined to the news, and not actual celebration of the holiday.

Hopefully, the brothers will find one day's peace in this.

I've been very busy attempting to orient myself with this new weapon. The make on this is incredible.

Perhaps this is what they felt in the past when they began to train independents to do as what I do. It has been all that I've known. How... intimidating to not have the structure anymore; to not have daily reminders of my core purpose and designated perogatives. I do as I do here as a means to keep with what is known. It serves as embittered justification for the acts against dependent sisters that I have taken, at any rate.

... It seems I may not be resting well, I believe I'm rambling.

Knives~ Vash~ Let's go do something together~

Seriously. Come on. Come on. Please? Come on.

Come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on.

COME ON.

VASH. KNIVES.

Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssssssssssssseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?

Please, pretty please, with cherries on top? And maybe a few sprinkles, because I like sprinkles. PLEASE?

Legato. Livio. Priest guy. Trap. Tell them we need to do something together. Now.

Oh God, it's sort of hot. I'm sure glad I go commando.

BROTHERS. NOW. There's that pretty carousel! Let's go for a ride! But not like that. Because you're my brothers, and I don't do that. Bad touch! But if you ask me nicely, I'll buy you a hooker~ Only one though. You'll have to share. I'll make sure there're babywipes. Unless we just seran wrap her. Or him. ... God, you dicks, you seriously confuse me.

[audio post starting with the sound of deep breaths from Chronica]

Dr. Cuh-Conrad. Va...... No, no... he's hurt. Aah... nn. Arcia--?

... I require assistance at the fountain. ...r-rather immediate assistance.

I--

((ooc: Sorry if I fuck up the html on this thing D:

Anyway, per that zombie plot, Chronica has been left out at the fountain, injured and drugged out of her mind. And not happy drugged like the adorable Vash. She'll apparently be dropping in and out of unpleasant states either way one looks at it. She's regenerated the internal tissue damage in her arm and neck to be used, but external signs of hemorrhaging including in her eyes are apparent, along with the broken wrist and the MASSIVE INJURY to the side of her head.

...she's regenerating, though.

Any comments will get responded to in a few hours when I get home since I can't comment on this pos D:))

What a particularly messy situation.

Rem, I would like to come and visit with you.



((ooc: Chronica has begin to get dosed with the Joker's non-fatal laughing gas, but it hasn't set in yet. She feels off currently, but is so focused on what's happening with Livio at this time that she's trying to ignore that she's "coming down with something". If Rem(u) allows her over, she'll probably lose it THERE.))