incoming pile of fluff -

[angelphones]

Who: Katsu and Riku
Where: Katsu's apartment.
When: Evening
Style: [Action for lazy people.]
Status: Closed

[After he had invited Riku over for the night, Katsu ran around the apartment getting things ready. There were sandwiches in the fridge - one of the things he could make decently - and there was tea getting ready and snacks in the cupboard. He also had grabbed a bunch of different movies from the video store, not sure what Riku would like or if he even wanted to watch them at all.]

[... And then there was the thought of the bed. He had found some pillows and some blankets - he could sleep on the couch and Riku could take the bed, or the other way around. Deciding to just try to calm down, Katsu took a few minutes to flop on the couch and stare at the ceiling.]

[... And now it's about time for Riku to come, so he sits up and takes off his headphones, setting them over near his bed, and waits.]

when the heavens opened

[wavesoakedlegs]

Who: Akechi Mitsuhide and anyone.
Where: The abandoned village on the island.
When: Daytime.
Style: Starting in prose, but follow on as you wish. ♥
Status: Open!

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Quality time is defined by sticking my teeth in your skin.

[likeagoodson]

Who: not_heavens_adam & likeagoodson
Where: hobagRayflo's (new) apartment
When: very late [ or very early]; they're vampires, it's dark out.
Style: [ action ]
Status: closed

( They never say what they mean to say. )

8 ♐ Wandering hopes attacked by worries

[aim_exorable]

Who: Expatriate Darkleer, Marquise Spinneret Mindfang, and Summoner (eventually)
Where: Up to the island
When: Backdated before his network post
Style: action
Status: Closed

[This is frustrating. Maddening. Dural can't find anything from the air, and their search in the forest has proved fruitless. It turns out that the last time he tracked down Summoner, the rebel learned from his mistake.]

[That's what he hopes is happening. Just another trigger that's got him in a bother and panicked, running on no sleep and little food.]

[Not his blood smeared against a wall somewhere. Not like-]

[Darkleer has to take a deep breath and close his eyes so he can think. A do-as-he-pleases, winged rebel... where would he go to hide? Not deeper into the city...]

[Dural on his shoulder, he makes his way to the elevator.]