[ He's got a handle on what's going on. At least, as much as most new people do. Hey, and for his effort, he's starting to learn how the people speak over the network... or at the very least, how to feel people out for how they act.

So an anonymous question will pop up on the network: ]

Does justice mean anything to you?

And if you answered yes,
How far are you willing to go to see it through?

--
[ Action/House Loki ]

[ Yuri's taken over the living room slightly, one giant wolflike dog stretched across one of the sofas entirely. He's experimented with the television and after about an hour, he's got a movie rolling of the standard action-with-a-twist fare.

It's not a movie without food, though. There's a tray of pizza bagels (thank goodness some instructions are easy to figure out) on a coffee table.

He's practicing his telekinesis by tossing an occasional bagel to Repede by levitating it and tossing-- at least, Repede's good at catching. ]

Good morning...

[Mariko rarely if ever uses the network to make anything similar to a direct post. But this time there is... quite the reason to do so. The Mariko that appears on the feed looks very pale but composed, biting her lower lip a little, and acting with the slightly languid attitude of someone who, well, was crying until a while ago. Her voice sounds pretty clear when she speaks in her calmest tone, however.]

To everyone who knew her... I regret to tell you that Misonoo Nanako-san has gone home. If you wonder how do I know, her name is not in the list, and upon further inspection her room is empty.

[Not *totally* empty, though. Mariko *did* find something on Nanako's night table, but she won't mention that. So she lets out a sigh (that sounds a little like a choked sob) and weakly smiles at the "screen".] Thanks for your time. Don't worry about me, I will be all right.

[*Liar, you're a liar*, the voice inside her head says. *Nanako is gone, she's gone, she is truly and fully gone and you won't be okay, she may be alone against Misaki and her posse from now on back home, she's g o n e...* But again that's *her* issue, not anybody else's, and she's not gonna air it to the network.

So she quietly shuts off the feed, and it will take her a while to reply to anyone who contacts her over it. Additionally, anyone who passes by Mariko's Freya room will notice that her door is ajar so they're welcome to peek in; she's sitting on her bed with some letters on her lap, mostly calm at least on looks.]

[It's the Candle Cavern again, and here's Pyro with a message for you all. But this time, he doesn't look disdainful or angry - in fact, he looks somewhat uneasy, like he's standing on a precipice with toes curled around the edge and only one step away from changing everything.]

I know what you all think of me. I'm used to it.

[The beginning of a challenge? No, his voice softens to match his expression.]

But everyone faces a choice at least once in their lives where there's no other answer but doing the right thing. And yeah, even I can do that.

[And now he stares out earnestly, almost vulnerably.]

Euri... will you marry me?

[More out of character confessions! Is it another curse, or is this one for real? Break out the popcorn, folks. It'll be fun either way.]

[ it’s late morning when the video comes up and you are able to see Kaworu clinging to the bracelet.

He is in bed, face flushed, sweaty, hair clinging to his face because of it, and he looks like he is dying. He is wrapped around a duvet and he is clearly sick. For the first time, actually. ]

Allen…

I’m cold and my body hurts.

[ he coughs for a moment and shifts in bed a bit, shivering from the fever ] what is…? What should I do? [ KICKED PUPPY LOOK IS A GO. And no, he has never been sick, he has no idea what this is. ]


[ ooc: this was meant to be private to Allen, but Kaworu didn’t hit the right settings, so you all get the chance to look at an angel with the flu ]

hello asgard! i hope today finds yoU well. ^u^
i have a simple message for one, sir cherioUr: it is ( finished )

i may not be an expert on this grey bUsiness, bUt i fancy art is one way to bring some color back to asgard! if anyone shoUld have any reqUests, i will do my best to see them throUgh :U
..my thanks again.

[Shyly, she clicks back to text]

also! i am told it is thanks to a leanardo da vinci that we of the freyr all have this new footwear?
[Although she must confess the ones with blades on the feet confuse her. Is that a weapon??]
my most sincere congratUlations to yoU! i only regret that i did nothing to contribUte.
please, if yoU ever have need of my skills, i will happily oblige.


[Private to Euri, Cheriour, Hanako, Eridan, Ichigo, Ange, Luka]
my apologies aboUt being so tight lipped before
bUt i have now dedUced, short of any caUsal bother,
that i may safely give oUt my identity withoUt worry.
therefore i wished to tell yoU formerly,
my name is Calliope ^U^

[Mordred has once again ensconced himself in what was once Morgana's closet but is now one of his favorite nesting places. The door is propped open by his boots to allow light in, and he can be seen surrounded by his books, his drawing paper, and King Arbird and Sir Freebird his stuffed bird toys. But his expression is dour and his fingers curled tightly around the black leather ties of his green cloak.] 

There is a pendant from my people....from my father... [A hand moves to the laces of his shirt at his chest] I have always worn it...but it has gone missing.

[His gaze drops down, frown deepening] 

I must find it. It is fucking important. 

[Yes. You heard that right. Said with the same distant, soft, yet pleading tone as the rest of his message, Mordred has mistaken the word  for a synonym to 'very'.] 

[When the feed starts, Annie's sitting in a chair next to the window, fingers fidgeting with her bracelet. She's not looking at the feed, instead she's looking out the window with a dazed and confused expression.]

I-I don't understand. I... I wasn't myself... More lost than...

[Her lips press together and her gaze flickers to her bracelet and it should be pretty obvious that she is trying to focus, it's just... not easy at the moment.]

Gray and drifting.

[Her gaze snaps up suddenly.]

Where is Finnick?

(OOC: she's in the Panem kids' house. Just in case anyone was wondering.]