[ ~2 feet tall Yukio is haphazardly wrapped up in his pink shirt. The sphere catches him rooting through his other clothes, eventually finding a lighter in one of the pockets of his white pants. Further digging produces his pack of awkwardly-large-now cigarettes, one of which he retrieves and, after some wrestling with it, eventually manages to ( Read more... )

( [[Cut for Cheese]] )

( Sympathy, sympathy: you want some, don't come to me! Don't try me for sympathy, I don't feel sorry for thee: You deserve to die! )

[ Yukio, basically, got fried along with Chicago. And believes that that was the whole black hole incident. Please feel free to break his heart. Oh, and he can't get out of his room, but hasn't realized it yet. ]It's over, right? Everything reset? Everyone's alive again ( Read more... )

Why the hell did I ever leave the normal ship part of the ship!? I could deal with the city, but this...

[ He pokes one of the statues with the staff he picked up, then leans heavily on said staff. ]I've been walking all fucking day and I feel like I haven't gotten anywhere! Has anyone found anything other than trees and animals and these weird ( Read more... )

[ Guess who's still being a wuss and hanging out where he's supposed to be! ]

Why would the Captain want to have that - or any kind of music playing in the background while everyone's following him down a hallway and-

... No, wait, I get it. It's a fucking bandwagon.

[ Siiiigh. ] At least he seems to be handling all of this less murderously ( Read more... )

[ To each his own, right? Yukio, who's part of Team Beta, is hiding out in the holo-suite, sitting in a projection of a yellow-orange room at a short green-topped table covered in Mahjong tiles. Projected directly on him is a loose white outfit. On the back, his family name: 'Hirayama,' '平山' written as largely as possible in dark pink. The ( Read more... )

[ Yukio appears on the network with a peculiar addition to his outfit - those who saw him first appear might recognize the single black leather glove on his right hand. He's also, interestingly(?), got a smoldering cigarette. ]I don't think any of you need me to tell you that things could get very nasty very soon ( Read more... )

"Just fine" my ass! Does our idiot of a captain have any idea how hard it is to sleep with all this noise!? And while I'm at it, has anyone else noticed how weird it is that he hasn't noticed any of the crazy things going on around here? It was right there! He had to look about two feet behind him or listen for a split second and he'd notice!

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He said that it was normal. He said that it was normal.

[ When your special skill is memorization, it's hard not to overreact when you get hit with sudden holes in your memory. He's giving a pillow a death-grip that gets tighter as he becomes more upset. ]

It's all blurred. It's there, but I can't see it. It's all little pieces that don't make ( Read more... )