Reno (
midgarhorizon) wrote in
towerofanimus2013-11-07 11:45 am
Entry tags:
- [au1] chidori yoshino,
- [au1] emmett brown,
- [au1] xemnas,
- [au2] amelia jones,
- [au3] archer (prototype),
- [au3] lancer,
- [au3] riku,
- [au5] saber (stay night),
- [ou] aleph,
- [ou] annika whittenberg,
- [ou] asagi,
- [ou] asch the bloody,
- [ou] brunwulf bear-claw,
- [ou] capell,
- [ou] cid highwind,
- [ou] colette brunel,
- [ou] danielle phantom,
- [ou] fon master ion,
- [ou] ganondorf dragmire,
- [ou] hidetoshi odagiri,
- [ou] lancer (zero),
- [ou] mia (golden sun),
- [ou] miles edgeworth,
- [ou] minato arisato,
- [ou] naoya toudou,
- [ou] neal cassidy,
- [ou] nesir aeser,
- [ou] patrick dawn,
- [ou] prussia,
- [ou] quark,
- [ou] reno,
- [ou] romeo,
- [ou] samwise gamgee,
- [ou] sealand,
- [ou] sephira,
- [ou] sephiran,
- [ou] sephiroth,
- [ou] sheena fujibayashi,
- [ou] shion,
- [ou] suzaku kururugi,
- [ou] taiki,
- [ou] urotsuki,
- [ou] veronica (franken fran),
- [ou] xion,
- [ou] zelos wilder,
- [ou] zuko
(no subject)
Characters: Anyone and everyone
Setting: Cafeteria, Noon, Nov 7th
Format: Anything
Summary: A party/discussion mingle after calling a meeting of the residents.
Warnings: tba
The anonymous post on the network was an invitation to gather, discuss and share information. Maybe they would get incredibly lucky and get to the bottom of things, such as who was behind the bombings or the strange things that went on during Quarantine.
Someone has been at work down here in the dining hall, moving the tables around to create a space in the middle in case people felt like dancing. Most of the chairs are around the outside and facing the middle, for everyone to see each other better. There was another space and some chairs for musicians, and a couple of the larger tables were set up with a large buffet of normal cafeteria food (because Zo wasn't likely to poison them) and resident prepared dishes, both clearly marked.
Of course, there was always the oatmeal.
[ooc: Feel free to make your own threads and subthreads!]
Setting: Cafeteria, Noon, Nov 7th
Format: Anything
Summary: A party/discussion mingle after calling a meeting of the residents.
Warnings: tba
The anonymous post on the network was an invitation to gather, discuss and share information. Maybe they would get incredibly lucky and get to the bottom of things, such as who was behind the bombings or the strange things that went on during Quarantine.
Someone has been at work down here in the dining hall, moving the tables around to create a space in the middle in case people felt like dancing. Most of the chairs are around the outside and facing the middle, for everyone to see each other better. There was another space and some chairs for musicians, and a couple of the larger tables were set up with a large buffet of normal cafeteria food (because Zo wasn't likely to poison them) and resident prepared dishes, both clearly marked.
Of course, there was always the oatmeal.
[ooc: Feel free to make your own threads and subthreads!]

//casually cuts in
[If Riku thought he wasn't going to get listened in on, well, too bad. This is the first discussion that's really caught Asch's attention.]
For all you know, you might be the next one to disappear, and then the knowledge would be lost.
/does the same
no subject
[Still, mailboxes... there's an idea.]
Honestly, I'm surprised the mailboxes are as safe as they are. You'd think they'd be one of the first places the admins would monitor.
no subject
no subject
[Reading plans, and even just outright preventing things from getting to the people they were intended for - there's a lot the admins could do to mess with the mailboxes.
Asch turns back to Riku.]
You can teach the combination without actually having the stylus, correct?
no subject
[He shrugs, resting one hand on a nearby table.]
It'd probably be easier to just jot it down. Maybe I could whip up some copies for the science teams, since they'll probably be the go-to guys for this.
tardy party
[Even if it did work without the stylus in question in the first place.]
If you do, I'd like a copy.
[Something to commit to memory and then burn.]
no subject
[He smirks, shooting a quick look at the crowd.]
I'll start whipping up copies after the meeting. Before I do, though... you want it delivered to your mailbox? In person? My biggest concern's keeping this under wraps.
wow I'm the worst
[Scream it from the elevator shaft as far as he's concerned. Makes it harder to the admins to squash that way.]
My room is the sixth on the fourth floor and my mailbox is 7389.