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[math-detective.livejournal.com]

[So guys, this may or may not be a familiar face. Miss Lovelace is truly fairly neutral today, as usual.]

Starting in the new semester, I will be teaching mathematics in the high school. I expect all of my students to be there every day. And don't let me find out you're skipping my class without a proper excuse. You will regret it, I assure you.

101 (Action/Video, backdated to Christmas)

[want-a-vacation.livejournal.com]

[Action]

*Like many people, Allen has gone and gotten various gifts for his friends, which they'll find by their apartment doors.

Jr. gets a DVD copy of "The Good, The Bad, And The Ugly" with a note that reads 'I don't know if you've seen this or not, but it seemed like something you'd like and I figured you would like to have a copy here.'

Gaignun gets a bottle of pepperment oil and a note that says 'It's supposed to be good for headaches if you rub it on your forehead. I thought it might come in handy.'

MOMO will recieve a frying pan (the one on the far left) and a note of her own. 'It's not a replacement for the one you had at home, but I thought you might like it.'

Devola will find a synthesizer keyboard. Her note says 'You were curious about how people make music in my time. It's more basic than what we have, but it's close enough. I could teach you some of how to use it, too.'

Shion will be getting a video call.*

[Video/Filtered to Shion]

*Unsurprisingly, he looks a little on the nervous side.*

Hey, I was wondering if you would like to come out to dinner with me, since, you know, I've been here long enough that I have some money to spare and, well, it would be nice to not have to cook for the holiday and maybe spend the day together. I've seen a few places that looked nice, so if you have the time and would like to come...

*He trails off, then ends the feed awkwardly.*

[ACTION/AUDIO]

[doudemoe]

[Prospero train station. A quietness has settled, with the place not as buzzing with activity as it would in the afternoon, as the next train pulls in to deliver the next set of passangers. Among them, a boy stops to look at his map. Dark clothing, face partially obscured from his hair fringe, slouched forward, hand in his pocket, expressionless - it's easy to miss him save for the music blaring from his headphones.

That is until the clock strikes twelve, when it stops.]

Huh?

[Did the batteries die? is his first thought. He looks up and sees the lights have died out also, and coffins have apparently replaced the crowd he was in, leaving only him standing out.

Weird. He sighs, and walks out heedless of these changes. Whatever happened, it could wait until he gets to the dorm.]

[Out in the streets, he sees more of the same coffins lining the deserted city. Nothing looks familiar, even with the map.]

I should be there by now.

[He hasn't realized yet that this isn't Tatsumi Port Island. Nor the communication device in his unoccupied pocket. Care to help a clueless boy out?]

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[windsofdaytime.livejournal.com]

*Guess who's neglected to turn off the coloured text after it ran rampant a couple weeks ago? More than likely, she just doesn't care about it.*

Why does everybody in this town think that a thirteen-year-old shouldn't be able to do normal things? Age is a pointless way to divide people. I can do whatever I want and probably do it successfully.

For that matter, why are they trying to make me go to school? I would if I had a reason to. I don't.

This is ridiculous.

One hit is enough | Audio

[nosecondstrike.livejournal.com]

[ An audio feed starts to broadcast. At first there's only silence, not even an enemy striking or crying from mercy. Some seconds after, a voice can be heard. ]

Interesting. I must admit that not once in my life I thought something like this would occur. [ The voice comes from a calm man, a bit amused for this whole situation. ] To think that I would arrive to a strange place without Master... Hahaha! Perhaps the one that summoned me here is listening to this, hm? [ A thoughtful pause, as if he's recalling something. ]

However, it seems like this time would be different from that one. I will not swing these fists of mine without provoked. Now, I would appreciate some answers about this place. You may call me Assassin for now if you need a name, heh.

[ With a small chuckle, the recording seems to end. ]

Staring at the Waves | Action/Video

[wickedredeyes.livejournal.com]

[Not too far from the hotel stands a woman in rich orange and and blue robes, staring at the rolling grey waves in the distance. It's a good thing the safety rail is there, and that she's clutching it so tightly, otherwise she'd have already toppled herself clear over it and onto jagged rocks. She's leaning forward. She's shaking slightly, possibly from the cold.]

It's quiet.

It's... so quiet.

[This place is too unfamiliar to immediately comprehend. Her head throbs from the sudden lack of what was once there and is now gone. Having to ask "why" and "where" and "how" will come later, more slowly. Waves, she knows. The sea, she understands. She can watch the waves, and think.

Approach?]

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[The video feed flickers on, catching the blue-haired woman in the middle of figuring out the new device. She seems to be in a hotel room.] ...ah, and by pressing this, I... [Her expression shifts from curious to deeply pleased. She sits back in her seat, holding herself in a regal fashion.]

I have been informed that this device will allow me to communicate with the others who do not belong in this city. Am I correct? If so, good. Let us... communicate. I have many questions.