...Perhaps you aren't only useful for terrible ideas Fay.

Road-chan, what is your opinion on snow?

That was an annoying waste of time, what was it supposed to accomplish, anyway?

All it did was make it harder to get any work done.

One more, then.

Happy New Year, everyone.

I just realized it's new year's eve tomorrow. Let's hope the next year will be better than this one was.

Maybe I'll make a resolution. I've never bothered before, but it couldn't hurt.

Luke, Anise, Colonel, Emperor Peony, Count Osbourne, Asch, Van and everyone else... are you alright? Are you hurt?

Something feels strange...I'm uncertain to what, though.

[Tear had woken up from her sleep and seeing all this stuff on the network going on is bothering her just a bit. She's concerned for her allies and it's almost expressed on her expression as she looks at the screen for a brief moment before turning it off. She'll probably be exploring Somarium to see what was going on.]

[Mazikeen's voice is a mixture of amusement and exasperation.]

The stupidity continues and no one has died.

Impressive.

I would have thought half the city would be dead by now.

This joke is in poor taste, spirits.
Give me a lump of coal?
Well... I suppose I must atone for my imagined sins, then. I presume I am not alone?

What's this? What what what??

Cuttin' off my hand -- doesn't fuckin' work.

...Nononono.

I don't like this.

[laying on the ground, her back to the LP screen, Diva motionlessly lays there, her dress covered in burn marks, holes everywhere on it, blood stains everywhere as well. the scenery around her can also be seen, fallen trees everywhere around her, along with small things, such as ripped tree roots and cracked branches.

her hair is spilled behind her, and her steady breathing is all that can be heard. a few minutes pass by until she perks slightly, and glances up, as if hearing someone approaching. a smile forms at her lips, but immediately after, it falters. a minute passes by before she lets out a 'hmph' and returns to her previous position. she's silent for a few moments before]


Everyone is leaving me.

Mileina-san, I don't mind, wherever you want to go, just tell me.

This is, uh...a strange situation. But I guess one comes to expect these sort of things in this place, even of the timing is a little inconvenient.

Nonetheless.

To celebrate Christmas, I'll be making a dinner here. Anyone is invited--the more the merrier, you know? Just let me know if you're coming so I know how much to make.

I hope that Ritsuka can cook, or at least not be like how he was in the kitchen.