(OOC: Juni's experiment start! Which means that for about a week she won't look like Juni-Juni but more like Grown-up-teenage-Juni (AKA: Miranda Otto), enjoy!)

[Is curled up on the ground, making noises alternating between sobbing and growling, she really doesn't look like Juni anymore considering that her hair is slightly longer with a faint tinge of red to it and her eyes are now a dark green shade] No... Oh no... No... [Her voice sounds a little more like Juni, but is still fairly different and a little harsher]

[Surges to her feet and stands there swaying] P-Please tell me I'm dreaming this, I can't... I can't... [Lets out another faint sob before swiping a hand across her eyes and scowling]

You have no idea how much I Hate my existence right now.

[Juliet again, wearing casual clothes, and there is a table in front of him with various types of flowers on it.

He is about to make a flower arrangement. Or was about... he is still waiting for inspiration. His gaze is slightly cloudy and he is yawning ever so often.]

Beauty has a thousand ways to show itself, why can't I still find one~?


((ooc: Actually, it's experiment time. So have a sleepy prince for a week.))

Ehh, ehh? This place looks kinda interesting~ [Ryuutaros puts his hands behind his head and takes several overexaggerated steps, while looking up at the sky. He stops suddenly and takes a more serious look around.]

Hey, how come I'm the only one here? Where'd those guys with the weird faces go? How come the train's not coming to pick me up?

[He turns around in place several times to look in all directions. Upon realizing that he doesn't recognize anything, he plops down on the ground and prods his boot with a finger, mumbling. Glancing over at the bar for a moment, he weighs the idea of going to get a drink but decides against it.] ...I bet Airi-neechan's drinks are a hundred times better anyway.

[Missing the other Taros right about now? Of course not! Nope, definitely no missing going on here.]

[Here we have Rose Tyler, looking really dirty and a little singed, sighing]

Just once, I'd like it if the evil, cackling super-villain listened to me instead of trying to blow me up, then blowing himself up instead. It's a little mental, taking yourself out like that just because you're getting a slap on the wrist and being told to go home. It's even worse when it's your only partner in the middle of the jungle.

Why do all the really good ones go really crazy when they go crazy?

--I think he had malaria. Then again, I think I have malaria. And I want some soup.