A Mind of Bauhaus Principles

[Locked to Kankuro and Rei]

Tasuki's name was not on the terminated list. He has likely returned to his world for a temporary period of time.

[Locked to Temari]

How is your recovery progressing?

[Locked to Sai]

Are you in possession of any water-based lubrication, or a substance called "Vaseline"?

[She's in the rec area, with a basketball tucked under her arm and just a bit of sweat on her forehead.  Not a game she excels at, but a good way to spend some time.  It wouldn't do for Black*Star's partner to get completely out of shape.]

I guess their experiment didn't work.  Nobody's had any symptoms yet.  I'm getting in some practice for when we have that basketball game, if anyone wants to join me.  Or we can play another game, if no one wants to play basketball.  I'll be over by the basketball hoop, if anyone's looking for me.

[Drops the communicator back into her pocket and there's the sound of a ball being dribbled, then the swish of a basketball net.]

[He's sitting in the biodome with an outdated encyclopedia, starting with the letter "A". He chuckles at a few things that he's read but cares little about the pictures, since most of them weren't in color. He's laughing at something that he's read and turns the page to laugh even harder. He seems to be in the section that explains anatomy from as far along as he's read.

He turns the page again and stops his laughing for a moment. He takes on a more contemplative expression as he sighs and looks up at the artificial sky. His jaw tightens as he purses his lips in thought. This new experiment, which failed, gives him no interest whatsoever, or so he makes it appear.

He sets the book down and checks his arm and sighs again.]

They're getting sloppy again. By now, I would be itching. Instead, I'm simply bored.

[He finally takes notice of the beeping and blinks.]

More and more, it seems, these devices take a mind of their own to catch me at the strangest times.

[He doesn't seem to be interested in shutting off the device but instead sits there under the tree and picks up the book once again. His interests have waned greatly since his incident and has had way too much time to think. The things that would normally interest Willy no longer apply since he's unable to move as freely as he used to.]

White Day has come and gone. I hope that everyone is well and has done something special.

[What he really wanted to say, he kept to himself. He was depressed enough as it were since he's unable to do the things that he would like to do. He picks up his cane and closes the book with the covers making a loud thump. He has lost interest in reading.]

I suppose I'll find something else to do.

[He moves to stand up slowly, picking up his Faciliberry along the way, and manages a false smile. If one knew Willy well enough, they could see that he's faking it and very well. He's hiding something deep and he's not willing to talk about it...not yet.]

I think I'll take a walk.

[He heads toward the recreation room to drop off the book with the feed eventually timing out. He's lost interest in keeping his 'berry in check and doesn't seem to care anymore about the little things. He's got more important things on his mind and with his hands full with a cane in one hand, his concentration to stand as straight as he could, and with his left hand a little sore while holding the book, it was nearly impossible to bother shutting the thing off.]

[By now people should have figured it out, whenever there is an event in which people are expected to give presents 6 will draw pictures for people. And it will take a while. So, though it is late, anyone he is friends with will find drawings in places they are likely to find them. Slipped under the door is a favorite, though they can be elsewhere.]

[He was smarter about it this time, going out on multiple trips, and managed to not exhaust himself. This also means that if you listen for the metallic chime of keys you may find him in the hallway.]

((ooc; I didn't put up a list of who got what this time b/c the list would be looong))

[Shiro looks REALLY SUPER EXCITED, guys.]

Um! Shiro wants to put on a play, but she needs people to help! Maybe people who know how to fight? Or people who make really scary monster noises! Oh, and people who scream really loud! And maybe someone who can make Aceman's costume would be good, too...

Anyway, Shiro wants to make a good play for everyone! So, let's go~!

[Yeah, blame Sasha for this one. She's really determined to put on a live Aceman show, so...come on, guys. Help a girl out?]

[Okay. Another break time goes here, goddamn. Suzaku is slumped in front of his door, leaning up against it and sounding rather winded. He was still rez sick, exhausted, and he hadn't expected to be scrubbing his door all day today. A good chunk of it is washed off already, several of the letters gone, and a couple zeroes missing. He hasn't even started on the drawings yet.]

[But he has too much to get done to take a whole week off. Never a dull moment.]

Hey, C.C.? Can we talk, when you get a minute?


[[ooc: It's meant specifically for her, but it's open for anyone who cares to see it! :|b]]

Just for the week I need to force myself onto a slowatus that might possibly turn into a hiatus. I'm in over my head with the amount of jobs that I took on and well yeah. You all get the picture. Anyways I'll be around a bit because I can't tear myself away from this place for long, but I really need to concentrate on work and get some things done. If anyone needs to talk to me about anything I'll have aim on so you can catch me there.

This effects: 
Allen Walker
Gauche Suede
Guy Cecil (Who I apologize for being epically fail with lately and will try to get back on track as soon as I have some time. I'm really sorry guys. -_-;;)

Should have done this a few days ago, but I'm going to announce a bit of a slowatus. Between school, and being really sick right now, I'm having some difficulty tagging, and remaining conscious...l-lol.

For everyone I owe tags to, I will do my best to get to them as soon as possible, but if something slips through the cracks of my fried brain, and I miss it, please don't hesitate to give me a poke on aim.

♥

Um, in an effort to cheer Suzaku up, Yuffie has vandalized his door with massive amounts of graffiti. He told her two weeks ago that "Zero Prevails" was an inside joke with his friends, and she took a liking to it. So, she figured it'd be a nice thing to...write on his door. In bold letters. With black crayon.

And then she got a little carried away. The post where she's showing off her masterpiece is over here. She bolted immediately afterwards.

ISN'T IT GREAT TO HAVE FRIENDS, SUZAKU?

Feel free to laugh at his misfortune, Suite 16. ♥♥♥
This might be an on-going thing.

Who: Duo and Minako
When: Horribly back-dated to Thursday evening of last week
Where: Cafeteria
Summary: Well, Duo promised a date, and scrounged up a candle and some fruit, as well as few sweets from the warehouse. It's not a very good date, but as promised!
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Duo's mouth? Maybe not so much around Minako. Awkward cute and inane conversations. Duo and fire in the same room.

( --and later say it's all our fault. )

[Sora's sprawled out on the floor on his stomach, a white fluff ball pinched between his fingers as he flicks it back and forth.  Mittens is chasing it, digging her little claws into it every now and then.  When she manages to yank it out of his fingers, she flops on her side giving it several good rabbit kicks.  Her new owner sighs.]

Anyone got something that's safe for a cat to eat?  Mittens doesn't like the food bars.  Annnnnnnnnnd I'm pretty sure that sweets and junk food aren't good for her.

[He reaches over to pet her while the cat is playing - not a good idea - and ends up with cat scratches down his arm.  Instead of pulling away, Sora keeps his hand on her, fingers in her fur petting Mittens gently.  After a moment she reaches up to lick him almost like an apology.  This entices a warm smile from Sora.]

Oh, and I'm going to in my room most of the week, so if you don't see me wandering the halls or haunting the biodome then don't worry.

[With that he reaches over to end the feed.]

Who: Madara and OPEN to anyone.
When: Monday.
Where: The biodome.
Summary: Madara's up to something. You know that, don't you.
Rating: PG?
Warnings: None? No, seriously, he won't kill you for chatting with him.

( Beaten and broken and chased from the lair. But I rise up above it, high up above it and see, I was hung from the tree made of tongues of the weak. The branches were bones of liars and thieves. )

I'm gonna be honest with all of you, here- on a scale of one to ten, Steph's about a three, no more'n a four.

[A long pause, and then a lecherous grin of lechery]

Nice tits, though.



And now that that's over with- tell me, Lids, how was your week?

School isn't helping my mood. That and my Desktop can't function correctly at all, that's why most of my replies have been really delayed, and probably why no one can contact me for anything.

I'm going to call another Slowatus/sort of Hiatus, since I dunno if the computer will be fixed, or what will happen. Though, for now, that's all I can say. DX. If anyone needs me, you guys can email me @ xshadowyumex@aol.com or send a message through LJ I'll try to get to them ASAP but I'm using school comps and limited house computers >>;

This will be affecting:

Ishtar bratxprincess
Yazoo silver_shadowxx
Rishas xhis_puppet

[The feed cuts to Jet sitting up in bed. Little beads of sweat dot his forehead, both partially from overexerting himself with rez. sickness, and also on the account of whatever visions filled his head each time he closes his eyes. He's been having nightmares ever since he came back, the most recent of which involving the squat stout women in Ba Sing Se harbor denying his passport because his organs didn't match. Now that he's alive again, the former leader feels determined to get past the bitterness by doing something helpful.]

"So.." 

[Jet scratches his head a little absent mindedly. He'll never get used to this wierd message process.]

"It's probably been mentioned already, but anyone notice any changes in this week's experiment yet?
My body's really sensitive right now...  so I think I would be of the first to know."

[Jet grimaced, a little nauseous from just mentioning it.]

"The Consortium have taken their time before, seeing as how long it's taken me to... return.  So I wouldn't go counting turtle-chicks yet, but I'm willing to bet when my health is like this, it'll probably strike me first.  So I'll try to keep you guys updated."

[He thinks for a moment if there's anything else to add, and mentally tries not to dwell on how fast a messenger hawk would have to move to honestly deliver this sentence and how absurd it is that this device even works.]

"I noticed there's some bandages in the cafeteria.  If anyone starts to bleed I would go there."

A-ah ...  I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me.

[He swallows audibly, then speaks in an unhappy rush.]

I don't have anything against trees, really. Or against anyone I theatened, or beat up.Or said ridiculous things to. I'm very, very sorry.

... Except you, Itachi-kun. I'm still upset with you! Not upset enough to break your face, you understand, that was a bit extreme on my part ... but I'd still be up for a good scolding. That's about the only rational thing I can remember doing last week.

And you, Liddell. It was nice spending time together! 

Hahaha. Hmm.

I think I'll hide in my room awhile.

I'm sorry guys but my work gave me the shaft and is making me work at the god awful hours at night so I won't be active for a while. =3= I hate working graveyard but I guess that it is suiting no? ♥ When everything is back in order William will be active again and with a lot of extra paperwork to catch up on.

D-does anyone have a watering can and some clippers?

I'm so glad the biodome is back to n-normal. Those poor plants...How could someone d-do that to them?

All right.

[The Faciliberry seems like it's set on his desk again, and he's leaning back in his chair. Spike's looking to the camera with a flat, wry kind of smile, hitting a new pack of cigarettes against his palm until one of them pops out. He props it between his lips with an overzealous shrug, patting himself down. Goddamn matches are always running away. He gives up the search for a moment to look at the camera. The grin was forgotten for a moment and now is back.]

I'm gonna count to ten. And whoever's got 'em is gonna give 'em back. That's all.

[Cigarette still hanging from his mouth, Spike holds up both hands, palms splayed, ten fingers there for everyone to see.]

Ten!