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[illusionomicon.livejournal.com]

[if you're out walking, now, you might find a small slip of a room where one wasn't before - you might catch the smell of coffee, a restless rustle of pages, the sigh of paper sliding on paper.

A Zexion has arrived, and promptly started to parse his surroundings. Sorting smells, identifying known allies and enemies, finally venturing to put himself out a bit and actually talk to people, here and there.

He's folding up an origami paopu fruit with a piece of yellow paper on the table in front of him, a steaming mug of coffee with cream and just a touch of sugar sitting to the side, a coaster beneath it of course so moisture rings won't be left on the table. there's another mug across from him, empty so far, waiting to be sweetened to taste...

he's fresh out of sirenspull for the moment too, but he likely won't be breathing a word about that to anyone.]

'Tis the season...

[nocturncoat.livejournal.com]

[Nocturne, or as those who haven't met him would register him as, Demyx in a Hawaiian shirt, appears to have found a room where he can sit and play his sitar. People may or may not recognize the song, but he thinks it's appropriate now that it's October. Why he's sure of this will probably be obvious the first time he reaches the chorus.]

Vampires, mummies, and the Holy Ghost
These are the things that terrify me the most
No alien, psychopath, or MTV host
Scares me like vampires, mummies, and the Holy Ghost

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[cagedfox]

[Here we have a sickly looking little Ienzo, now at the correct age (or at least close enough given a birthday.) Pretty unhappy seeming with his vulpine ears and tail drooping and vague stagger as he wanders, fairly lost and far too pale to be healthy.

Eventually he simply gives up on getting anywhere and simply curls up into a  shivering ball where ever he drops.

As a general health warning, tripping over him is not recommended.]

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[cinerulent.livejournal.com]

[ oops. sorry, dressing room resident #1874. was that your room he just blew up?

forgive him. new guy's lookin' awful glum sitting all by his lonesome on the floor there. ]

whistle while you work

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

[Inside this very empty room -- the door conveniently wide open -- a tiny Replica is busy cleaning. Since it basically lived on the floor, everything it owned was destroyed by the flood, which explains the room's stark appearance and the Replica's bedraggled state. It is busily arranging and rearranging what items it managed to scavenge that weren't broken too badly; some stuffed animals, a few books, a little stockpile of potions and ethers, etc.

Right now, it's organizing a bunch of jars on the floor, some of which still have the Hearts in them. It likes the pretty pink glow.]