[Rose looks clean! And not injured! And happy! And--oh, wait, what's this? She's playing with a puppy? WHAT IS THIS?

See Rose throw small chew toy and puppy not fetch it. See Rose sigh. Sigh, Rose, sigh! In an amused fashion, anyway.]

...I think we need to work on your fetching. Still, though. Good job, have a biscuit.

[Aniki shows up... tied to a chair. Because this is how Rosto helps his friends. She twists her wrists uselessly against the ropes, which Kora spelled to hold against blades and breakage. And as it was already spelled to weave itself into one single, long length when touched with the proper charm... She's sort of stuck.]

Gods-cursed maniac.

[Ikki has been trying to settle into his new home. He still feels bad about mooching, but hey, it's free food-- and it doesn't look like the Trophaeum is going to start anytime soon. So he shoves that problem aside for now and kicks back in a comfy theater chair, just one of about twenty. With him came a projector and a nice big wall. He hits a button on the remote so that the movie will start.

... And it's Marie Antoinette, some pop-exaggeration story with with Kirsten Dunst and some other people he doesn't really care for.]

Agh, what the hell? Who the fuck is Rip Torn and - sorry, Diva, but this is crap. B movies are way better. This is like watching a bunch of hens snub each other.

{Remember this post? Neither did I. However, since Agito was "nice" enough to take pictures of the event, they've ended up at Diva's house. While Ikki and Agito were out, Diva had gone to clean up, not really having anything better to do.

But then she found the pictures. And she just had to come to the plane and make a "D8" face, and share the surprise/horror/adjective.}

...Oh my. Ummm, I feel like I found something I shouldn't have! Ne, but it explains a few things, I guess.

...Gene, I thought the Master killed you? That's going beyond, um, a fetish, I think it is...

[Aniki notices the heat first. It swims up from under her skin, starting, bizarrely, at the shoulders, rolling down her arms, back up and then down through her chest. She shivers, and her ears start to ring. She gives Chris a flushed, hazy look.] I hope this is what you meant by feeling a bit funny, lad. [It's getting a bit hard to sit up.]

I... actually, I'm not sure. [Not that he's about to admit that he had a miracle worker healer growing up, and afterwards most of his injuries were too large for simple medicine like aspirin to do the job so he's really never used it much. He's a bit worried by the reaction, though.] How many did you take?

I don't know. You didn't say how many I was supposed to. [Her stomach hurts, though that's just an intensifying of what she's felt for the last few days. The dizziness of the headache is back, too. Joy on joy.]

You were looking right at the bottle! I thought you were reading the instructions. [He paces a few steps, out of what looks to be just annoyance.]

[Glare. Though not a very focused one. And she'll be laying down now.] I was looking at the cracknobbed pictures on it. I assumed you'd say something if the rest was important.

How was I supposed to know? Don't you even have pills where you're from?

[Is not going to start the whole 'I'm from here' argument again.] Not like those! [She tries to take a breath around the heartbeat slowly climbing to a blacksmith's hammer in her throat. The stars look like they're melting, now, and she feels vaguely like she herself is melting into the ground.]

I think I might be needing a bit of help.

(ooc: ... Yeah. Chris accidentally enabled Aniki to poison herself. On accident. Really.)

[Here is a Doctor! Where has he been? Hard to say, but wherever it was has left his tuxedo rather ratty and torn, and he's sporting a decent headwound. But, at least he looks somewhat happy. Almost satisfied!]

Well, that was interesting, if nothing else. I just love Saturdays.

[Juni isn’t covered in blood; however the numerous swords, axes, maces and sharp things that she is holding are… Yeah, long story.

Juni doesn’t look very happy that there is a long story that she might have to tell, in fact she’d now be dropping most of the weapons and trying to dust her arms off] This is not what it looks like.