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Jan. 15th, 2009 10:16 pm
urbandev: (Awash in red)
Three full days unmolested by the City. I suspect, when midnight passes, it will not be pleasant. I believe I'm going to bed before then.

How is everyone, tonight? It's been a while since I've checked in with some of you.

[Private to Anita]
Will you come join me, when you come back from the Underground?

[85]

Dec. 27th, 2008 10:52 am
urbandev: (turn my back)
She's still breathing -- she's not responsive at all, and her heart rate --

Isn't there anyone left in this damned place?

[OOC: Reeve will not be answering tags today. He believes that all of his friends in the City have gone home.

She is Anita.]
urbandev: (turn my back)
Anita, I am so sorry. I don't have any excuse for --.

At least there's none of that horrid plant around our apartment.

...Cait Sith, what are you hiding there?

[OOC: Placeholder, mostly. Action for Vincent + whoever.]
urbandev: (OMGWTFBBQ)
[The sound of someone rolling over in bed, then the slap of that person hitting someone else, and a resounding thud as someone tumbles to the floor.]

"Who --?!"

"I could ask you the same question, but I think the answer is fairly self-evident."

"This is awkward."

"Also self-evident."

"How did I get here? Has anyone seen a small girl, about twelve, Wutaiian--"

"More importantly, where is here?"

"Will all of you please calm down? I think I know what's going on. This is my apartment."

"If you could explain?"

"Old me. You have coffee, where is it?"

"In the kitchen. And never mind. Just -- all of you sit here. You'll be gone by midnight. I hope."

"Coffee sounds divine."

"Don't go out there!"

"I really have to find my daughter. You have no idea the trouble she gets into on her own."

"What, you're going to lock us all in here? Not likely. I don't get paid vacation."

"I, also, have work that needs to be attended to."

"You'll all be home tonight, just stay put. I don't want anyone seeing you. Me. Us."

"Twelve hours? I can't leave her alone that long."

"Yes, well, I'm getting coffee. And then a cigarette. And then I'm getting out of here. Other old me, coming?"

"Absolutely. You really shouldn't smoke, you know."

[And this would be the sound of half the voices fading, footsteps, and helpless sputtering.]
[Tentatively.] "I suppose some coffee couldn't really hurt."

"Probably not." [A sigh.] "After you, then. You have a daughter?"

"Well, adopted. She's an orphan from the war. Her name is Yuffie."

[And that sound you hear is either Reeve shutting the door or banging his head against it.]

[OOC: There are slight differences among the voices, predominantly age, but they all sound pretty much the same. Have a Reeve. In fact, for today, have four. Full explanation under the cut. )

[OOC NOTE: Today, of all days, LJ comment notification craps out. I'll try not to drop any tags.]

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Nov. 18th, 2008 08:40 am
urbandev: (OMGWTFBBQ)
How can we simultaneously have lost the coffee carafe, the coffee filters, the coffee itself and every mug in the house? Oh, wait, here's Yuffie's "Ninjas over Pirates" mug... I'll be dead before I --

Fine, I'll just go to the store.

Walter, I'll be slightly late to the workshop this morning. Unless you have coffee there?

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