I have been within this Tower for over one month now. Tell me, what is a person to do within this prison? I feel myself going mad if I do not find an occupation or something to do, besides trying to find my way out. To those who have imprisoned me here, you would do well to listen, as you cannot keep a Nord warrior locked up here forever! [There is anger in his voice and his eyes fixed on the network screen.]

Also, the oatmeal I was forced to eat on arrival? It was disgusting. I would not feed such filth to my horse. We Nords need meat, not horse feed. You would do well to change the menu, as the choice is pathetic. [He wants to hunt, man.] If there was a choice, I would hunt for myself, yet I do not know where I can achieve such a feat.

Just a few questions from me and I will not give up trying to escape from here. Dragonborns are not prisoners.

So, "rescuees".
We've known what we really look like for the last few months. So I ask, have any of you even wondered what our so-called "administrators" look like without the glamour?

Well, now that the monthly distractions are over, I have one thing to show you. Say hello to your favorite scientist.

[Ira smirks, holding up a picture to the camera of a certain drawing that his friend drew from his sister's memories.]


Some of you may remember another person sharing this sketch, and it's true - even the admins aren't what they seem.

Now Jason, I ask you directly: How do you call yourself human?

[Can't even say that it's the way he claims to be human, either.]

[[ooc: The visible sketch is a WIP because Jason literally crashed photoshop four times when I tried to load it. Will update it later when it lets me finish.]]

[This message flickers onto the network late at night, once Waver's had a chance to both check his mail and read the book delivered to him.]

Who the hell left that in my mailbox.

I am not playing games. I am not remotely pleased. If I ever find out who you are, I'm going to throttle you. And if it was an administrator, I'll do much worse than that.

[Waver didn't linger on the network for very long after posting; he eventually stormed off carrying the book in question and wearing a disturbingly calm expression.]

[action; floor fifty-five]

[Why was there an incinerator here and could it possibly come to life and kill him? Who cared? Certainly not the Clock Tower's favorite professor. Who, by the way, to be slowly coming apart from 'tranquil fury' to just plain fury as he threw his newly received book into the incinerator as hard as he could.]

Fucking tower. [He reached up to something at the level of his collarbone--a pendant hidden under his shirt, apparently. Satisfied it was still there, the magus lowered his hand and turned sharply to head back to the dorm floors.]

[Early in the morning--perhaps one or two--there's a series of violent explosions that seem to originate in the residential elevator shaft. The elevator itself plummets--anyone unlucky enough to be inside is killed either by the explosion or the fall, although they won't be able to recall which due to apparent unconsciousness.

Jason sends this message not long after the explosions quiet down.]

WHAT have you lot done this time? Are you trying to crack the Tower in half? HOW did you even get explosives? Do you know what you've just DONE? This is going to be a mess. It's your own fault, but given I'm on babysitting duties, I'm going to do my best to fix this as quickly as possible. It'll still take a week or so, though.

Until then--well, maybe you should figure out which of your revolutionaries had THIS bright idea and give them a talking to, because pretty soon you're all going to find out what that explosion broke.

(There will be no NPC response to this post.)

I've really grown accustomed to this place, believe it or not. As mundane as my daily activities seem to be...

[Giorno seems a little bored, really, seeing as how he's resting his head on his hand as he's sitting in a chair.]

...but I will admit, that the events taking place are quite...interesting. The residents manage to impress me every day, really. [The way he says it makes it sound like he's actually not too impressed with what's been going on lately, but hey, he's usually expressionless anyway. Nevertheless, Giorno stands up, pacing back and forth.]

This reminds me of the events that transpired back at home- after all, I was part of a group that broke out against the main faction. [And the leader of that, no doubt- but he wasn't going to say that unless someone were to pry into that. Let alone talk to him about it.] But tell me, have you ever rebelled? Against a person, leader- whatever it may be. I need something to occupy my time in the mean time.

I need some assistance with acquiring a set of fighting fans - they'll only be used for defense and monster-fighting when the administration feels the need to take away our powers. I'd like a set of metal ones with either sharpened edges or hidden blades.

I've been told by Diarmuid Ua Duibhne that I should speak to a Thorin Oakenshield about this? I'm not sure where I'd get the metal, but I trust both of you on this one.

There's...something else.

[And she takes a deep breath.]

People with violet collars are quite possibly in for some trouble, because unless something happened after I -

[The long pause is probably telling. Yes, she died.]

- I failed to stop him from taking it, there's a tank of your collar fluid in Sephiroth's hands. It's probably fairly obvious what I mean by 'failed'. Considering he's not above either mind control or killing other people, I don't really think I have to say a lot more.

( filtered to the Investigation Team, Commander Shepard, and Diarmuid Ua Duibhne )

( private to Ryoji Mochizuki )

Does anybody know if there's some way to make the countdown thing go away? At least for a little while? It's really distracting.

[She speaks of course of the Countdown to Power Failure. It's giving her the creeps and at this rate she's going to want to use the terminals even less.]

[The tower is met with a completely new face today. The man on the feed is holding up a letter as he leans close screen and, needless to say, he looks rather miffed. Angry even.

Oh. Did I mention he is shirtless? Because he is. His guild stamp is exsposed on the right side of his chest, along with his new collar]

'Your world has been destroyed. I saved you. Let's all be happy here.' Is this someone's idea of a sick joke? Listen, whichever one of you bastards brought me here better speak up, I'm actually really tempted to started a fight and I'm not going to go easy on you.

Which brings up another matter. Where are my friends? Are they here too? I swear...

[Gray doesn't even finish that statement, he trails off. Too busy being mad and what have you]

✑ text

I do not know what happened to my own world, but I would ask that nobody visits Floor Twenty-Five, for now. I'll be headed there after I make this entry.

[ He has heard that it will always appear that way; peaceful spring weather, with a pretty meadow. Maybe then, if he stays there... his magic won't affect it. Hey, it was worth a try. ]

I don't wish to introduce myself. It is better if nobody here knows who I am, or what I am. Though if anyone encounters a book in either of the libraries titled 'The Book of Zeref,' tell me. I will dispose of it. I may be the only one here who knows how.

✒ action, floor twenty-five

[ And sure enough, there he is, later. He's kneeling in a small clearing, staring down at a certain white flour. The flower was oddly resilient. It wasn't wilting, wasn't turning black and crumbling to dust just from being near the Black Wizard. But isn't that how it always is? ]

Our world... destroyed.

[ He whispered to nobody in particular, feeling tears threaten to roll down his cheeks. He picked the small flower, ripping the stem between his fingers. It immediately wilted, the petals shriveling up and falling off, with the stem becoming coarse and rubbery. Zeref simply dropped it where it was. ]

Was it me? Was it Acnologia? [ Again, asking nobody in particular. ] I guess it doesn't matter. Maybe it was better off, after all.

{{ OOC: Zeref's magic makes it dangerous (and possibly deadly) just to be near him, so naturally, a permissions post was mandatory. }}

If anyone has a retrieval unit following them and wants to name them, I have a few name tags that people can use for that purpose. I can be found in the third floor library, or a different location, if you don't like the library or like privacy.

Hello, everyone. This is Colette here. I would just like to say to all those people who got turned into monsters.....I am sorry that it happened. I wish I could have done something to prevent it.

However, I would also like to say that it's not your fault what happened to you. I'm sure that you didn't mean to hurt anyone and if you knew that you were gonna be turned into monsters, you would have stopped it from happening. I'm sure the people you killed would have understood that too.

It's just like the experiments last April [Colette should very well know that herself - she died by Ryoji's hands.]. I know that you - or at least most of you - wouldn't act like that normally. So please don't blame yourselves for what happened. You are good people, really. I'm sure you are!

And Ruana, please.....stop doing such awful things to everyone.

[V/V seems a little hesitant to ask her question.]

Does anyone mind if I sleep with them tonight?

I don't want to be troublesome, but I really can't defend myself very well.

I apologize for this in advance, but I feel like I'm having a hard time fitting in here.

I don't think I do enough to help everyone here. I can't save anyone. Half of my abilities don't work for me anymore.

I am a liability. Several people waste their time keeping me safe even though I have nothing to contribute.

I don't know what to do anymore. Even asking for advice like this is selfish of me, I know, but I can't think of anything else to do. I don't want to sit around and do nothing but it feels like that's all I've been doing, and whenever I turn to action, it just causes grief.