Kristoph's relationships will go here.

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[Professor Gavin is currently sitting on the second level with a bunch of deflated red balloons in a bag at his side. He's inflating them with a small helium pump, which makes a noise when it's doing it's magic, falling softer when it stops.]People arrive and depart this city at such a high frequency. You would think that one would be used to such ( Read more... )

My, what an experience that was. And certainly one unappreciated ( Read more... )

[Kristoph - well, the Template version, anyway - can be found by his car, half slumped against it. He seems to be pawing at the ground in a sort of daze with an odd sort of grin, singing a bit to himself.]

Hast Du etwas Zeit für mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied fuer Dich
Von 99 Luftballons
Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont

[ooc: Yes, he's singing 99 Red ( Read more... )

[And there's Professor Gavin, sitting on his couch, watching the storm rage on outside his window. He's in his button down shirt and his dress pants, but his vest, tie and his jacket have been shed for comfort. He sips on his tea, and soft music can be heard. Yes, he's playing one of Konrad's CDs at a low volume.]I know the flowers were in need of ( Read more... )

I suppose the city cannot remain quiet for too long ( Read more... )

I had a feeling my wish was too difficult for the flowers to fulfill. Mere wishes cannot bring people back from the dead.

Oh well. I hardly expected it to succeed anyway.

[Kristoph is in his study, grading papers, when the flowers swirl around him. He blinks, and looks them over, pausing momentarily as they suggest their 'offer' to him. He initially waves his hand, trying to dismiss the flowers, though he pauses briefly, and raises his eyes to them once more.]A wish, hmm? Funny, how such a thing could actually occur ( Read more... )

So many flowers. It is quite a sight to see so many where there were none before ( Read more... )