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Christopher!

[Lion figured the best bet was to just walk around a few parks until she found him. If he was off, then he'd probably be there. He's greeted with a warm smile even if it is a little chilly now. See: the fairly nice, long jacket Lion wears now.]

Hello. Are you enjoying fall?

protectrice

[It's a little strange, being in London again after so much has happened, after so much has changed. She hadn't been able to remember anything about herself when she'd first set foot on it, hadn't she? She hadn't had her... family yet, hadn't even really known most of them.

It's jarring to suddenly find herself wandering the streets again, remembering the last time she got to see them.

There's really only one thing to be done about it though, and that's finding someone she knows again. The place may still look the same, but she still hasn't seen any familiar faces.

...Such as Crablette. (Sophie would have to find a way to take her pet back to Ephinea with her, but this is neither the time nor the place.)

So anyone wandering the streets themselves might just find a young girl with long, long pigtails, keeping her eyes close to the ground as she searches for her ever elusive pet chicken.

...It's gotta be there somewhere.]

transiens

[One day, while walking near a park, you'll see a strange young woman sitting next to a sign. The sign is obviously handmade and the writing on it is elegant, if a bit hard to read because of that. It might be hard to read less because of the way it's written but rather what is written.

I am seeking the essence of love and/or friendship.
Bring me this and receive a reward* for your efforts.
Only serious offers from those strong enough to take on this task will be accepted.

*Rewards are non-negotiable.

Are you interested? Well, if not, that's too bad, because while NPCs have the ability to ignore her, you - yes, you, you lucky player character! - will be flagged down if you try to carry on your merry way. Just talk to the weird elevator attendant already.]

transiens

[Later in the morning, Elizabeth appears to Christopher to escort him on adventures. Adventures here meaning frolicking off with him to some random part of town with fairly nice house and even showing him in like an attendant should, simply because she's used to that sort of thing. No big.]

This is our home. Please, make yourself comfortable here, as you are welcome as a friend. [And then she calls happily.] Kumagawa, I'm back with our guest.

[A beat.] Oh, should I say instead 'I'm home'? [...Giggle. Oh the novelty!]

innocentralized

[WELL, THAT ALL ENDED WELL.

As usual (why is this usual, again? Damn it, London), people have to resume their everyday lives. Time waits for no man, after all. No man, no woman, no one inbetween. This is exactly why Michi can be found hitting the books outside at her usual cafe! ... Or more like. Sitting there, staring death into the book until its information sticks in her brain. She plays with her hair idly and watches as the people pass by, head sort of lolling off to the side in a very unladylike fashion -- she couldn't look any more bored if she tried to.

But if that's not your cup of tea, feel free to head on down to the Thames, where you'll see a young blonde girl, approximately age sixteen, washed up on the shore. Her clothing is a good 61 years younger than "today's" fashions, for anyone that would notice. A cute, yellow dress. A-line, floral print. Very 40s.

She doesn't scream. She doesn't even try coughing the water out of her lungs. All she does is sit up and look around the area, with wide eyes -- one blue, one a brilliant gold.]

alethiological

[Erika is aware of how bad of a note she left on. Still emotionally cracked, a little bit furious, enduring a worsening heart attack, and probably aware of how everyone else decided that was the day to stress him out further. So she might be, rightfully, concerned. Considering that was Tuesday and now it's the Sunday after and oh god he's probably going to kill her the moment she plasters his window or he's dead or-

Or he's leaned back in his chair, back to the window, and throwing pencils at the ceiling to see them stick in the plaster. His pattern of reacting to stress is weird.]

llywelin

[Some thread go here because Lion needs a boyfriend hiatus.]

hairpining

[It's been a long few days for everyone. ... Or, I guess it's been a long few days for anyone concerned with Dagon, however that might be -- for the rest, time marches on. There's no time to waste with thinking over such trifles as massacres.

But dead bodies seemed pretty neat. Michi had never seen a dead body before! This made it interesting and new, which meant that yes, clearly, it was time to go check out The Order's old churches. Maybe someone left one there.

... But then she recalls the paper her father was reading. Of course, all the churches burned down. If you're watching her, you can actually see the moment the realization sets in on her face, as she goes from cheerfully heading to one of the old locations to grumpily turning around.

And then she stops you. Yes, you.

If you're familiar with King's College, you might recognize her, but not necessarily in a positive way.]

Pardon me.

intellectualrapist

[After a rather exhausting time of however long, Erika is finally quite fine enough to walk around without any worries. Of course, she's still a little tender, but going without her corset a week or two more isn't the end of the world. It means simpler dresses and walking around outside like a normal person instead of a stand-out lolita.

Maybe for the best right now. She was generally associated with Dagon but surprisingly doesn't get many looks. And the fresh air of the park is...actually kind of nice. Not that she'll so it like that.

This is also for Zelos. Poor dear. He probably needs a break from her so she figures spending it outside might be good for her.

At the moment, she's flopped over in the grass, staring up at the sky with a quiet mind.]

digitalemperor

[So.... Sometime after passing out on Zelos' bed with Erika and Zelos, and sometime after quietly internalizing a mild breakdown, Mikado found himself back home. He washed the rest of the blood off in a nice hot bath, changed into clean clothes, ate something, and took a small nap because he was still tired. Which turned into sleeping another day.]

[But the next morning, bright and early, once again washed and clean and having eaten a little more and changed, Mikado finally leaves the house with a certain destination in mind.]

fleuri

[Certainly, Ib's heard of London before, but she can't say this is much like the London she's read about. It's not scary though, nothing's trying to attack her like in the art gallery, but it is... eerie. Oddly reminiscent of when she first realized her parents, and indeed every single one of the patrons in the gallery, were nowhere to be found and only the paintings and statues were keeping her company. Only this time it's Mary who's suddenly disappeared, having already been separated from Garry.

It's not scary. But she can't deny she's lost.

Which is how a little girl ends up wandering the streets of London, perfectly silent and looking almost... calm.

There must be a sign she can read somewhere...]

forbioethics

[Fran is making tea because tea is lovely for chats! And apparently she gets to meet Huey's friend! This is wonderful. Making him tea without asking is rude, though, so she waits on that and just makes herself some for now.]

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THE NOT QUITE TRIUMPHANT RETURN OF SOPHIE LHANT

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Making Good Life Decisions Always

said it's a culmination of a story and a goodbye session

TO HELL WITH NAKAMAAAAAAAAAA

Wouldn't you rather be a widow than a divorcee?

love, let's leave a trail up in the sky like aeroplanes

why do you build me up buttercup baby just to let me down

Flowers for friendship

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