[identity profile] gameisnotagame.livejournal.com
Isamu!

["Kay" moves through their small apartment after taking off his shoes at the door.]

Oi! Isamu! Are you home?

[Nothing in the living room or kitchen. That leaves the bedroom... Or the connected bath.]

I've got something to show you! [And...well, they got invited to dinner tomorrow night. But that's not as important.]
[identity profile] rabbitwithwings.livejournal.com
[It's been a month since Seren died, half a month since Allen more or less started to let Chase live on his own again. He still went to visit her grave daily, still brought her flowers, told her stories. But the time that he spent there was less than before, perhaps only an hour or two. The apartment had been abandoned as Chase threw himself into his work, working in a room nearby so that he could go get materials or notes as need be.

Chase had finished the black golem he had been working on, making it chime in soft bells. The first thing he taught it was Seren's song, something Tease had told him long ago. Then when he could get time from Allen he was working on an adobe colored one with violin strings instead of the normal chimes. It was for Allen but he didn't know if the other would appreciate such a thing. So it sits on the desk in his office, sometimes batted around by the black one in search of a comrade.

He doesn't really think of it past finishing it until Allen makes his way to Chase's room one evening. Severely hurt. And he's wishing there had been some way that he could have known to come and help. Moving to support Allen despite knowing his wounds would heal - however slowly.]


Are you alright? Who did this?
[identity profile] thewrongname.livejournal.com
[She shouldn't feel so nervous waiting for Cross to get home this evening but she is. Perhaps it's got a little to do with what she has on but it might also have to do with the apartment being empty.

Tyki was gone with his soul mate, Kanda was spending quality time with his boyfriend in the cabin, and the twins... Well, not being breastfed they were shuffled off to a babysitter. Her Tease sent away Mattias was waiting alone in the bedroom waiting for her husband. In sexy lingerie that was back in her proper size for the first time in months.

A glance at the clock - it had barely moved. Still a few minutes before Cross was due home.]
[identity profile] arcmugen.livejournal.com
[Having people drop something off at the door is unusual, yes.

Having said "something" be a squirmy bundle of pink is even more unusual.

Gabriel had heard of the stork and of people dropping babies off at doorsteps because they couldn't care for them. But in this place he hadn't known that there were children in general.

Walking into the bedroom where he left Joyd with the bundle in his arms, she's got a strand of his hair in her hand.]


Joyd, what do we do with this?
[identity profile] bloodyscore.livejournal.com
[Allen is sitting out on the docks of a courtyard that is mostly a huge lake with only a bit of shore, the tide is in so his toes are lightly skimming the water as he swings his feet. He's been out here since dark, worried about friends and missing the warmth that could only come from family.

The vampire sent out Myka to try and find his twin as soon as the sun went down. Tim to find his brother but he sincerely doubted that Lavi would show. He so rarely did...]
[identity profile] fatherofdebts.livejournal.com
[Allen paces in the middle of his living room back and forth in a worried sort of way. He's...nervous to say the least.

His father had said he'd be right there, all up in a panic that one of the kids was sick or injured and his son had finally asked for his help. He'd be furious to be played like that for sure.]


I'm a horrible son, I should call him and tell him I just need him to come over and the kids are fine.

[He glances up at Sasha, fraying one of his few handkerchiefs.]

Do you think I should call him again?
[identity profile] gnawingtease.livejournal.com
[There's a few soft chimes from on top of a single flower - a purple lotus - where a black butterfly perches. It's been a bit woozy recently, dazed as if it had just awoken from a deep sleep.

Tease shakes itself all over as if it were feathered or furred, a louder set of chimes almost like a gong sounding down the hall. It's waiting for something or someone.]
[identity profile] lazysmartass.livejournal.com
[Lavi's got earbuds in his ear attached to some mystery music player tucked in the hoodie he's wearing to keep out the persistent chill in this new place he's come to call University. In his head it's easier to think of it as another college. A transfer. Even if it means that one day his friends from college will come here or he'll end up going back where he belongs.

But back on track it's cold here. Almost like his Vermont home in the fall but inside, it's not even a mystery to him as why it's like that what with all the stone floors and walls. Sure some hallways have wooden floors or panels but it's still cold. Only his room was warm with lots of blankets and things on the floor and walls, books pressed against them to keep insulation.

He's gotten hungry and is sniffing out a place to eat, book tucked under his arm. He didn't want to leave it behind in the library, some little mouse had been following in after him lately and putting everything back. Ruined his cozy little nest that he had made near a fireplace and he hadn't caught them in the act yet. Let them put away those heavy tombs he left for them. He's got the book he wanted to read.

Just to find a kitchen... Peering in a room.]
[identity profile] bloodyapplepi.livejournal.com
[There's a grand tree set up in one of the rooms of the DR - or perhaps there's a private tree set up for you somewhere - with presents underneath. The labels aren't particularly clear when you try to read them and they won't be until the person they're from has given them to you!

Opening someone else's gift? Tsk tsk, a pie in the face for you.]

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