Characters: Yukari Yakumo border_phantasm and Alice Margatroid shanghaiworld
Date: Saturday the 26th.
Summary: Tea party at Yukari's place!
Warnings: ....tea?

( Yukari had the whole place set up for her guest. )

Characters: Anyone who wants to! Everyone is invited and if your character wouldn't ICly come, we can assume America made them!
Date: Tonight
Summary: America is hosting a sleepover at the spaceship.
Warnings: Sexy things. No actually it should be fairly innocent, but if anything happens, I'll update this.

( this isn't late... )

Characters: Grell Sutcliffe and anyone who wants to take her up on her offer.
Date: January 23rd, early evening.
Summary: Grell's hosting an information collaboration meeting at Beaumont.
Warnings: None for now, though if the talk gets heated I'll edit.

( In Latin they call it 'modus operandi'. )

Characters: Aqua and OPEN
Date: 22nd January, afternoon.
Summary: Aqua's escaped her cage, and has come tumbling into the Gardens.
Warnings: Spoilers for Blank Points.

( another life altogether )

Characters: Tenshi and (a?) certain Touhou youkai, see plotting
Date: 19th?
Summary: Dungeon crawling
Warnings: Dungeon crawling and verbal abuse. Possible FOEs.

( FOE! FOE! Even in this log, FOE! (May not actually contain FOEs) )

Characters: Yamato [OPEN]

Date: Very late at night on the 18th/running into the 19th.

Summary: Dealing with the return of her pain receptors is proving more than a little difficult.

Warnings: Yamato is very unstable and likely to lash out.

At night, the gardens were quiet - almost deserted, especially in this place close to the edge of the wilds. Yamato wandered that edge, skirting the untamed jungle with hesitant footsteps, like she was afraid to go in but was forcing herself to face it.

Nothing was right here. Koya's absence was thing number one, a deep ache in the bottom of her chest where their bond, false as it was, had been broken. She put her hand to her chest, squeezing at her breastbone, her breath shortening as her fingers dug into the skin and lit up her senses.

It hurts, she thought - more like a mental wail of despair. In the dark, her shuffling feet caught something and she pitched forward, her hand going out instinctively. The impact went shivering up her arm and her palm felt like it was on fire. She couldn't help but cry out, stifling it immediately between her clenched teeth.

There she sat, curled on the ground, her hair in her face, trying to breathe through the pain. Nothing was right here. Nothing was right with her.