I resolve to do my best, as Empress of China, to represent my people in the City. Even though I am still young, and without the means some possess to aid them, I will try to do what I can to aid those who need it, if I'm able.

And... to return home one day, and be better for my stay here.






I also resolve to never try cooking alone again if it involves a frying pan.

I want some ~order in my life and the first (and easiest) thing I can think of is LKT. This is where I try to organize my thoughts and intentions with all characters.

( Staying )

( Going )

( Coming )

( Etc )

1: I resolve to actually get some music done. I'm tired of slagging behind.

2: I resolve to not worry so much about finding a girl to fall for. Just relax and something will come along... right?

3: I resolve to get more social and not hermitize [is that a word?] myself like I've been tending to do. Try to actually get out with friends, make some new ones, connect with old ones.

4: Get a new roommate. The empty bedroom in this place is bothering me to no end.

4b: Figure out exactly what my last relationship was, and why everything hurts when I look at the empty bedroom. It's all too fuzzy right now.

5: Get a new job. This one's... pretty self explanatory.



... Huh. Lovely. Happy curse day, folks.

EDIT: 6: I resolve to continue hitting on Kara. Regardless of anyone's current relationship status.

You made me do it, babe.

| Backdated to the morning of the organ deliveries |

[There's a almost desperate turn to Allen's voice. Today, he received a cold, bloody heart...no longer beating, of course. It doesn't take him long to realize who would do this, because there's only one person whom he knows would, but the panic starts at just who this heart is for...please not Freckles, or Miss Euphie....he couldn't even think of it being Miranda's, or Krory's, or Lavi's....none of his friends, just please, God, not his friends...]

R-Road. Who's it for, you disgusting...ngh. This isn't funny!

[A bit of silence, and a cough...or maybe it was a gag. Moments later, the voice is a little shakier...]

Who's heart is it...

I resolve to not attempt to use the waving micro again. Or the machine washer. Or the toast-maker.

Anything in the kitchen.

This is ridiculous.

It looks like everything's completely back to normal.

What are our plans for the coming new year? I'd like to hear suggestions for our household. That is, not as the father of the household or such, but as someone curious by the upcoming event and the matters regarding it.

Also, Miss Ino, Teito and even Yuri: I thank you for your gifts. I apologize for not having prepared a gift for you all in return, but I promise to make up for that failure in the coming days. Perhaps a dish from my new recipe book would be acceptable?

Is it normal for it to just gently snow for this many days in a row? If this were home, I'd be wondering if the weather control machines were malfunctioning, but I'm not sure what uncontrolled weather's supposed to be like...

Although I suppose the Deities here can mess around with the weather as much as they want to.

( private to the Sorrow )

Snowball fights are a hell of a lot of fun, but someone not in the fight pegging you in the back of the head with one is just cheating.

I never thought that time would seem to go by even more slowly for me, but this place is, if nothing else, made for proving people wrong, or proving things possible that would otherwise seem unlikely.

Is this how it feels for most people?

When I'm not being dragged around by an enchanted chain or having a shouting match in a rainstorm, it has its own charms, I suppose.

[ long pause ]

I've been hearing quite a bit about 'the New Year', but I have to admit it's the first time in...longer than since I can recall that I'm paying enough attention to notice the actual day.

Which is strange too, as they all manage to blend together even here. I can't make sense of it.

When I did, many, many years ago, I remember seeing low falling fire in certain places, the kind used for celebrations.

Will anyone do that here, I wonder.

[ and another pause, a sigh ]

Anyway, if you're listening, Tristan Thorn, as much as it pains both of us to admit it, perhaps we should...talk.

Santa brought me a case. Yippee. The old dude neglected to give me a means. I'm not waiting til next year. That wasn't what was on my list either. Better than socks. I figure that's coming out even.

I'm not the fuzz. I'll leave the policing to the police. I want to see your guts. More specifically, was there anything medically significant about the body(ies). Humor me. Tis the season. You got a scare. You get someone else to comfort you. The yucky organs are taken off of your hands.

In other news, snow sucks. So does public transit. It sure would be great to have an alternative, swift means of transportation. Who's got a motorcycle?

Hey, City.

Quick update for anyone who's willing to pay attention; I know Harry Dresden posted about this, but anyone who receives an organ, it'd be great if you could get them to the Police Force. He and Chris Skelton have been investigating each case and have confirmed that at least two of the organs were from the same woman.

While I'm talking about the Force... we are trying to rebuild after losing so many people, but it's not easy. So two quick things.

First, any individual groups that are open to cooperation, we're definitely willing to work with you, given our current status. If we're all trying to protect people here, it'll probably be a hell of a lot more efficient if our efforts are coordinated.

Second, we are always recruiting. So if you're even a little interested in helping to protect some people in this goddamn place, you can talk to anyone on the Force.

On that note, our Forensics department is one of the most short-staffed right now, so I'm asking if anyone qualified to help in any kind of forensic work is willing to help out, let me know here. Doctors, any kind of analysts, scientists, whatever. If you can get something out of examining a body, body part or victim, evidence or a scene, anything like that, we can use all the help we can get.

So, yeah. There aren't many of us left, but we're trying. We'll keep doing that as long as we're stuck here. And... that's about it.


[Police Filter]
Yeah... sorry if I'm overstepping anything or anyone here, guys, but we don't have a head so I don't know who to get approval from now. Hell, though, we do need the help, and I think the citizens should know what's going on. 'Cause, fuck, we're here for them. So... yeah.

Hey, you. The person you seem to think you know from your world isn't. She is a copy of a person that you once knew.

I advise that you don't get close to her.

[ooc; watching something, so I may be a bit slow until I'm done! \o heading to bed!]

I wouldn't have imagined it would keep snowing, but it seems that I was wrong. While we did get snow in Midgar, it was never this constant and rarely as picturesque. But it's certainly a nice change.

Provided we don't all get snowed in.

[I really do love this season~ There's something very serene about seeing the world covered in snow like it is now. Though the cold is a bit uncomfortable after a while, I've actually taken to using a small blanket at night now.

But it's of little consequence! It was very nice that nothing happened on Christmas itself, despite some of the curses prior to the holiday. And I hope everyone else had a good Christmas~]

All right.

This?

Is not funny.



I mean, it's just sick. That and is it supposed to be a joke? Har har, Eden, you might need one of these after giving your own a healthy bath in it's three boyfriends for the past year? I'll have you know me liver is fine and dandy. There is no cerosis cirrhosis. I know. I checked. So whoever you are, get a sodding clue about it!

I stopped drinking, okay?

I can't bring meself to actually cook anything. I actually had liver - cow liver - sitting in the fridge for supper but now? Now I'm going to go out and pay for me dinner.

Whoever you are that sent this! You owe me money, you scum-sucking son of a bitch!

Hope everyone else had a happy Christmas.

[ooc: yes I know it's a cow liver but I couldn't find an adequate pic of a human one]

A) Just so we get this straight, so I don't have anyone insisting that Rachel has any right to be near Brennan right now, they're not dating. This is Brennan saying it himself. Get over it, I'm not discussing it. I'm not dealing with it. I...I'll apologize that this is harsh. But I want it known, I want it over, I don't want it brought up. I don't want anything around him that will make anything worse.

B) What happened is nobody else's buisness but ours. Anyone that was injured can speak to me. I'll pay for your medical bills. This has happened before and I know how to handle it. I apologize to anyone that was hurt. Take any issues there are up with me, not Brennan. Not right now.

C) Taking things up with him will make the situation worse, his powers are sometimes controlled by emotions. During something like this any heightened emotions will just cause something like this to happen again. So if there's anything anyone wants to ask or say, ask me. Not him. He's out right now anyway. And will be for a while.

[ooc: Shalimar's insanely upset by this, last time it happened Brennan almost died and they had the ability to fix him. They don't here. Shalimar's particular species, Ferals, have an instinctual need to protect their pack. At any cost. It's exactly like how a lion might protect their pride, you can't tell them not to, they're a lion. You can't tell her not to, she's a Feral. And she really can't control it. Literally. I apologize for that fact, it's simply the way she is.]

If anyone has received any organs over the last few days, please let the Police Force know. A number of people have had the organs of a human woman delivered to or left for them. As far as we can tell, they all belong to the same woman. If you have any information regarding this, please contact the Police Force.

I'm glad that's over with. If I'd been stuck like that for much longer I wouldn't have had anything in my size to change into...

[And there's a creak of his wardrobe door being opened and a squeal that sounds suspiciously like a pig along with a cry of horror from Christopher.]

My suits!

Oh, uh, so.

All that electricity? Totally wasn't me. Just so you guys know. Must suck for whoever it was. That was totally Teddy's old place....

Does anyone need help?