[When Mitsuhide turns the feed on, he is sat on his desk. The SFC shows the inkwells and art tools resting on it, as well as the piece of parchment he is working on. When satisfied that the feed shows himself properly, Mitsuhide nods, and picks up his brush again.]

On the 26th, it is Tama's birthday... well. Gracia's birthday. That is the name the rest of you use for her, isn't it? I suppose Tama is something reserved only for my use, but I have now used it often enough that I forget, sometimes.

[He lowers a gaze and starts to work again.]

I say this so that her friends know, and so she can tell me how she might wish to celebrate. So, my girl? What is your wish?

[Mitsuhide grows silent then, but leaves the feed turned on for a few minutes until he puts his brush to the side again, examines his work and smiles softly. After waiting another few moments his gaze meets the SFC's camera again.]

You know, Vatheon, many of you are incredibly talented artists. I cannot say I often indulge in the more visual arts, but the amount of lovely paintings I have seen lately has made me want to.

[He holds the piece of parchment up for all to see. It's an ink-wash painting depicting a young lady sat on a box in the middle of a forest, a bunch of flowers in her hands; anyone who knows Gracia would recognise it as her.]

What do you think of my latest effort?

[Ran is in considerably higher spirits than the last time she showed up on the network. It's probably a good thing, too...otherwise people might think that all she does is cry over little boys, which couldn't be further from the truth.

But she's all smiles and sunshine today! Though the nature of her question might have something to do with it.]

So what are some fun things to do with another person around here? ...kinda...date-ish?

[Ok, it might have everything to do with it.]

[The SFC clicks on very early in the morning, a groan coming through.]

Ugh... what... happened? What day is i - ...

[There's a sharp intake of breath.]

Five days, huh? Um... hi. I'm back. Though I don't know what happened.

Sorry if I worried anyone.

[Private to Riku]

Hey. Where are you?

[When the SFC turns on, it’s clear that it was accidental - given that the screen is half taken up by the underside of a table. There’s a mess of blue hair leaning against a silver-haired boy, eyes closed as a TV plays some cartoon in the background while they relax on the couch of Ordo 6.]

Mm... you sure it’s okay if I just take a nap now?

[There’s a chuckle coming from the other, almost inaudible over the din of the television playing in the background.]

Of course it is.

[The taller doesn’t move otherwise, letting the other use him as a pillow.]

Thanks. … Later we can go to dinner or something. Somewhere a little bit nice, maybe. Not that I don’t love your cooking, but you need a break.

[He lifts his head briefly to kiss the taller boy on the forehead, smiling, before returning to his previous position.]

You say that like I’d be able to sneak off and cook with you sleeping on me.

[There’s a teasing smirk in his voice, even if it isn’t completely seen from this angle. He’d at least get comfortable before someone drifted off...]

... True. I wouldn’t put anything past you, though. You could totally be a ninja or something if you wanted to.

[Perhaps at least one of them doesn’t make a lot of sense when he’s tired, and gets a laugh from the other.]

Keep saying that, and someone might just believe you.

[Then again.... hadn’t that been what he’d done for a year-? Nah.]

... Have to get you a costume or something.

[The smaller boy yawns and snuggles into his boyfriend’s shoulder, closing his eyes.]

... Love you.

[The taller boy smickers a bit, wrapping an arm around his boyfriend.]

Love you, too. Ah, and...

[He smirks into the other’s hair, whispering:]

I still have the coat.

[And little did they know the SFC had turned itself on... oops?]

[[ooc: Replies may come either from Katsu or Riku. Also, anyone in the Keyderp house can come and bother them.]]

[Before the feed starts, in the vicinity of the Lower District, you might hear a loud explosion. Okay, well, it's not terribly big, but in a relatively peaceful bubble-shaped underwater dome, it's rather noticeable. If you're really close by, you'll even see the roof of a tool shed go flying in the air before landing unceremoniously somewhere.

But like any explosion it all ends rather quickly. The silence holds for a beat before a panic-stricken Rinoa comes onto the SFC.]

Sorry! So sorry! Please don't panic if you heard, heard all of that! That was just me.

[Behind her, there are the remains of a now very charred and destroyed tool shed. Luckily Rinoa doesn't seem to be harmed; she's more embarrassed than anything.]

I'll, um, try to pay for damages and stuff. [Good thing she got that job.] Can't believe this happened. I wasn't even aiming at the shed...

((ooc: Rinoa is trying to get a hold on her powers. Needless to say, she's not off to a stellar start.))

What currency does your world use?

[A pause.] Heheh, this isn't really important, but I'd like it if you'd answer!

[She knows of another world that uses Gald, so maybe there's more? Hopefully they aren't as similar to hers as Shing's world is.]

( a monster sleeps in the sea. )

Without another word, he threw the sheets off him and swung out of bed. He took a moment to prepare himself for departure, pushed the windows open, and looked down. Seeing that nobody was around (helped by the fact that it was early evening), he leaped off the windowsill from the eighth floor.

A black creature appeared out of thin air and attached itself to his shoulders, flying him down. Once his feet made contact with the ground, it disappeared as soon as it had come, and Walter headed straight for the elevator.

Espoir. It bore the illusion of being deserted -- that much was true enough at this time as he maneuvered across the village. When he reached the fields of weed, he stopped and directed his gaze toward the sky.

( ooc: Walter is not going to respond on the Dreamberry. Characters are free to leave behind reactions, but as far as actual interactions go, they'll be restricted to action tags. Feel free to do both and catch him anywhere! Either prose or brackets is welcome. )

( Dream...or nightmare )

Ah! [Amane wakes up with a start, not looking for her Dreamberry yet. She’s conversing with Remiel. Or rather, having the angel console her. But it looks like she's lost in thought and trying not to cry.]

Warnings: Gore, blood, fratricide.

[There's smoke, and Katsu steps back from the simple pyre, watching the lamb be consumed by the flames. He's satisfied - he did what was asked, and it seems the one he had offered it to was happy with it as well.]

( Brother, my brother. )