[Recorded]
What the heck!

I come back to work after my sick leave just to find out that people are trashing all of our businesses! What'd I miss? Did we even do anything to deserve this?

That's so not cool.

I mean, I hafta make deliveries, here! I don't wanna ride my bike around in fear of getting mugged everywhere I go.

Roy? It's been a while, hasn't it?

Wonder why I haven't seen you around....

You should stop by for some coffee, if you've the time.

[shuffling sounds, and then a sneeze... and then the sounds of her blowing her nose]

Ugggggghhh~

[her voice sounds congested and nasal-y, she coughs a little, and then there are more shuffling sounds, and bottles clinking (she's looking through the medicine cabinet)]

This island is lacking a proper pharmacy. All I need is something to help me breathe a little better so I can get to sleep...

[another sneeze, she blows her nose again; her next words are muttered]

Stupid weather...

[Shattering glass can be heard, and a crash like a large piece of furniture being tipped over. Suddenly, there are the sounds of a scuffle, and then the thud of a person being thrown against a wall. There's a cry of "You bitch!" from a male voice, and the sound of someone running. Kasa's voice is low and menacing.]

Foolish humans.

[There is the ringing of a sword being drawn, a sound of slicing flesh. A few drops of blood spray across the page. There are the screams from someone who is other than Kasa, and the sound of people running.]

Think twice before you cross me again.

[ooc: A couple of lowlifes tried to rob and vandalise Kasa's place. She acted accordingly...and sliced off someone's arm. DX]

[Softly recorded, the sound of the book falling open and footsteps. "Oh damn it. Damn it damn it-" A chair hits the floor.]

First the gallery now this... It figures everything would go to hell with the weather.

Bart, honey, where are you? You okay?

[Last bit of vigilante vandalism, Jilly 'n Dick's house got hit while she was out.]

I suggest everyone gathers in the Marketplace for a Battle Royale.

For those participating, I have already gathered instruments of DESTRUCTION out of ice and you should use them to your full advantages.

If there are no volunteers, I will make volunteers.

WOO! FUN TIMES!

DON'T TOUCH THE STEW.

Don't- Touch. It.

What was that. Oh my god, what was that. Oh my god--

Shh-

Oh god.

Freezing rain. I wonder if it will snow here, too.

It's been getting so cold lately. In a place like this, isn't that ... strange?

I wonder if the people here celebrate Christmas.

[a deep breath] We need a doctor. Now.

[rapidly, with an urgent edge] Clark, it's Yoite. He's got a high fever and he's not breathing right. I'm gonna– [hff! distantly] I'll be with him.

[There's the soft scrape of a dragging foot.]

C'mon, scarecrow. Gotta-- gotta getcha back to bed.

[recorded]

It's SO, COLD! A-ar-en't th-there any h-houses or anything? Some of these shops close!

I wanna go home...

[ooc: Since not having the foresight to go to the Inn he's been dashing from shop to shop, and it's decidedly not fun anymore.]

I hate this weather.
I hate this time of year.
I hate how everyone is so cheerful!

Go! Feed your souls away to the capitalist monster! It's all manufactured happiness! I'm going to go prove it to you! I'm going out there right now and-

[recorded sneeze.]

...

On second thought, I'll come educate everyone later. After nice hot soup. And a mug of cocoa. And a nap...

I didn't think this place could get so cold.

[Recorded sneeze, although it's muffled. There are other various sniffling sounds, but he's obviously trying to hide it.]

I don't remember it ever getting this cold at home either...

[There's something pressed into the page.



The paper around it is marred and torn with raindrops, and around these little dents there appears a neat, flowing script. Letters are quick, but embellished with tiny curliques.]

I did not expect the outside world to have roses.


[Recorded softly, with a shudder] P-perhaps a watering can would be colder still.

[the poor guy's teeth are chattering]

I-i-i-it's c-c-c-cold.

W-w-what's with the w-w-weather n-nowadays?

I-I think I'll j-j-just stay h-h-home until it g-gets w-warmer..

These conditions are...unlivable.

Not only is it absolutely frigid inside this house, but I can barely bring myself to step outside.
I suggest we move forward with our search for a new house. Preferably one with thicker walls.

It's taken me this long to realize it, but I think I've officially been here the longest without ever holding down a proper job. Sure, I've done the odd side project here and there, but ultimately, in the twenty months I've been stuck here, I have not succumbed to the dreary prospect of becoming a kidnapped foreign laborer.

Do I get an award for this? Somehow I feel like I'm setting a bad example...

What is this?! I went outside for a bit of fresh air and--

The sky is shattering? It feels like rain, but it's so very hard. And it stings!

F- F- Fffuh-

C-Cold.

S-sss- S- So cold.

...Spirit Sword!!

...tch, just barely a tingle.

Okay, one more time...

SPIRIT SWORD!!!

Aw, c'mon!!

I actually felt some of my awareness coming back yesterday too...

I don't remember being this cold last winter.

[there is a small, recorded sneeze; she's obviously trying to muffle it]

Is it supposed to get this cold? I've never been anywhere tropical before, but this doesn't seem right.

[there's the soft sound of leaves rustling for a moment, then a brief silence which is broken by the scratching of something quite sharp digging into soft wood]

[this goes on for a while, with soft mutterings and sharp hisses of 'Shh!', until...]

[there's a quick 'snap', louder rustling, and muffled cries of terror]

[and then - a voice, but one that will only be familiar to anyone who has come into contact with Kurama's demonic form]

Well, well - what have we here?

[more muffled, terrified sounds and rustling leaves - and a scoff]

Sloppy work - or were you trying to simply saw the lock from the door? Really. Takes a little more than that to break into the quarters of a professional.

[a thoughtful hum]

I believe I'll leave you here for the proper authorities to collect. Those trappings ought to keep you warm enough to survive the night - or shall I make them tighter?

[[OOC: Warned by Hotsuma, Kurama's been keeping an eye out for vandals - and has managed to snag two trying to pick the lock to the shop with a knife. They're now trussed up in vines outside the shop, awaiting pick-up by...anyone who'd like to claim them? He'll claim he doesn't know who the person in this recording was, though.]]

Latea-sama? Do you have a spare moment?

[a bit of an irritated sigh here]

I need something to do. Playing volleyball is starting to get old.

I want to do something new. I wish Rikku was still here.. she'd have thought of something fun to do.

[a pause, then his voice lights up]

Hey! Yuna, Lulu-- wanna go out to the shops or something? Or maybe explore the jungle? I know it's dangerous now, but c'mon-- it's all part of the fun, right?

[recorded]
Wow, it’s writing by itself! Whoa! It’s writing what I’m saying! What is this?

[a pause, and then a little hard to hear as though he’s facing away from the journal]
...Where is everyone?

[ooc: For all icons where he's wearing his mask and supersuit, please imagine he's actually not, sorry.]

Lily and I have never hurt anyone on this island. We arrived quietly, we've lived quietly, we helped clean up after the tsunami, and we opened our sweets shop to share the joys of our world with everyone here.

So why does anyone suddenly think it fitting to break our windows?

I think I'll be spending my nights in the shop until all this settles. My magic is getting stronger, so please don't get any cheeky ideas about trying to burn it down.

[There's a dog barking behind her and the hiss of rain.]

I seem to have a follower. [She laughs, but there's not much humor in it.] I wonder, wouldn't it be nice to be a dog? You wouldn't have to worry about anything except when your next meal is coming and if you should chew up your master's shoes or not, and then do it anyway.

[Then her tone takes a turn for the more upbeat, almost excited.] Sacchan! Can we keep it? I'll make sure to keep him out of the garden, and Shirayuki, do you mind either? And did you need anything while I'm out here in the market?

Also, how many people out there enjoy reading, as a hobby or otherwise?

I had wondered if anyone on the island has put any thought into the idea of a sort of meeting committee. If we could find out when boats are likely to come in and have something prepared to help newcomers secure safe accommodation and someone to introduce them to Rivelata more fully then the book we are provided with, it could help in keeping crime and violence to a minimum. Especially those acts of violence that seem to be directed to those of us from other worlds. Without Lotto-san there to assist me, for example, I am not sure what might have occurred. While many of us are probably capable of caring for themselves, there are those who cannot, who are injured, or who are too shocked to comprehend what is happening.

If anyone would be interested in discussing such a committee, please let me know. A meeting might be the best plan, for now.

Additionally, if such a thing could be put in place, would anyone consider the maintenance of a sort of register of visitors here? New arrivals could look to see if anyone they know is here, or has been here in the past. It would be a possible comfort, at least, if nothing else.



Lemon-san, if you are feeling recovered from that unfortunate bread incident, would you like to meet to discuss the play? We can speak at a later date, if you need more time.

[Couple of days after this brawl.]

[There's a quiet hiss as she pokes at a bruise.] Hmm. You three I saw the other night - you doing okay? I've been meaning to thank you, but two of you I'm pretty sure I've never spoken to before. Can make sending thank you cards tricky, ne? Marcus, how's that 'misfire' treating you?

[Sigh. Switching over to annoyed now.]

Look, I don't know all the things going on here. Kind of like how most of you lot could probably never understand all there is to know about Soul Society, if you ever wound up there. ... Not that unlikely. [She pokes at the bruise again.] Anyway, let's get a few things straight. I don't want to be here. Most of us don't want to be here. The fact is we are, and if we don't start looking after each other, we're probably just going to end up wiping each other out. Get your acts together. I'm not asking for miracles, but we shouldn't need that to keep people from dying or getting hurt.


[Exhale.]


Rukia. You all right?

Vivi, there is something I wish to show you.

Prince Larsa, if you have the time, I would ... enjoy your company.

Stevie, Bart, Rogue. We need to talk.

The Master had us all so busy redecorating the Estate I've barely had a chance to glance at this journal. And now as I write to you, he is no longer my Master. He is no longer even here, for he left not too long ago off on an uncharted adventure.

I serve a Queen now and she is a wondrous woman to serve though I've a feeling we both miss him...

There is such a darkness clouding people's hearts, dark enough to rival the rainclouds. Perhaps I am glad I have not kept to date with the happenings outside these grand halls.

Well. It does no one any good to mope so I best reacquaint myself with you Arrivals. My name is Molly O'Reilley, a maid at the Estate. I've lived here in Rivelata all my life and I hope despite the turmoil you all find yourselves welcomed by my fellow countrymen.

After all of the deaths and disappearances, this rain feels almost like tears.

...If anyone is interested, I wouldn't mind having some drinking company tonight.

[In the background, there's the sound of rain, and the occasional buzzing from Sunny. She sounds very sad.]

Lluvia heard there was less rain before she came. Maybe she brought the rains with her again.

Brings the rain and loses her nakama.

Pitter patter.

Fairy Tail is so far away. May she'll never see clear skies again.

I would like all those who expressed interest in meeting with the King to me to leave a message, with their name, here. When I make the appointment I will likely be questioned as to the size and nature of my company.

For organization's sake, it may be prudent for one person to speak for all, unless the circumstances call for otherwise. I will, of course, be representing the group in this manner, so all your point should be outlined here for our discussion.

That is all.

((OOC: Consider this post something of a forum! If your character expressed interest in going to see the King with Ashe earlier, or if you want your character in on it now,just get involved in the discussion here!))

Hopefully, my disappearance wasn't too long. Afterall, I know how much I would have been missed. However, it was necessary. I'll still be missing here and there for just a bit longer, but while I'm gone, the tea house shall remain open. A few more preperations and a couple meetings with the kind Miss Blombrenn, and then finally, things will really start moving.

I wonder what sort of things, hm?

Actually, speaking of the teahouse...new employee? Unfinished paperwork? I wasn't gone for that long, at least, to my knowledge.

I'd ask someone, but my fellow residents/workers are missing.

Home, sweet home?

[Some rustling sound, the voice sounds slightly distant.] Where... Is this place inside the ark too? It's so complete... I thought the Earl said almost all the ark had been destroyed.

Wait... Master!!? Lenalee?!! Can you hear me?! Hello?! [Silence.] Master!!! Am I still inside the ark? I... Timcampy isn't here! What am I supposed to do?!! [Silence] Just... What am I supposed to do. Why does master always throw me into things without saying a thing?

Damnit... I don't have time for this! I... I have to save Lenalee. I have to go back to Miranda and the others.... I have to bring them back home! I don't have time to sit here guessing what to do, master!! Komui is waiting.... I promised. I promised to bring back home everyone. Even if Kanda and the others.... I have to bring Lenalee back to him, it's my responsability! Everyone was waiting for me... Why don't you just tell me what I have to do?! Master, I know you're listening!!!

[A large pause.] Come on, don't tell me master too... [More rustling and some steps.] No, master is alright. And Lenalee is with him. I... He wouldn't die so easily. There must be a way here, a way to stop the ark from destroying, I just have to find it. I just... I have to find it and- Ah... That's right! [The sound of steps gets louder, there's some more rustling and the voice sounds clear now.] The book I got, I thought it was strange, maybe it has instructions?! [Sound of frantic flipping through pages.] Empty? No, please, tell me this is what I need to stop the ark. Please!

[Small drops of rain can be seen dotting the page, and there's a recorded soft sigh before she begins writing.]

I miss it. I wish I could go back.

[Fingertips indent on waterlogged pages.]

I understand. There were greater plans in motion for you. It wasn't as if we were particularly close. But the loss of even that kinship is...

...It's so strange here, at times. Too many silences now, with only the petty dalliances of fools to fill the space. And the air is always so still.

What path are we meant to take in this place? What purpose do we serve here?

One upside to this rainy season is that I'm getting the knack of how to make different types of soup. It's like most of the menu where I work changed overnight so as to include all the possible varieties (I was going to suggest something like the Rainy Day Beef Bowl Challenge from a restaurant in Inaba, but my boss told me the people here have too large appetites and there's not enough beef).

I may have to seek out another job soon, though - it's getting harder to diffuse tensions with some of the locals, what with the arsons and everything that has been happening.

.

Hey...just figured I'd ask...but has anyone else been having strange dreams lately? [quietly] Maybe about...being with someone they'd never have a chance with?

[deep sigh] It's so strange how it came to me, I hadn't thought about her in a few weeks now. That's why I was thinking it might be some crazy magic going on again. I mean hey, stranger things have happened.

[very quietly] Or maybe I've just been alone for too long.

[barely audible] ...she looked gorgeous in that dress.

[This is all gn_002-mun's fault, because she drew me a lovely wedding based picture of Lyle! I couldn't resist making Lyle dream about it, I know I will be for a while ;-)]

Oh! What a page, and this ink how deep and how it sparkles, under this new sunlight.. under it.

Hrr..

Ink~ Ink~ Ink~!! What a delicious looking color.. color! Hrrr~~

Now... [ He blows on the page to dry. ] Where have I gone off to? I wonder.. Ch! Ch! Ch!

I got a job... I got a job, I got, a job...! I got a-

[A pause, and a faint recorded stomach grumble. The rest of the entry's recorded.]

...Uh oh.

[Another grumble, this time louder. Her voice gets somewhat pained towards the end.]
Ohhhh boy. ...I don't think that bread's agreeing with me...!

[The journal's thrown down for the moment as Liz rushes to the bathroom. Thanks for the bread, Sirius. XD]

someone come out with me please