...we jump to conclusions here... Has anyone spoken to the three suspects before this incident happened? I am not sure what good can come from everyone running about with pitchforks, but I got to admit... I don't think this is going to go over well if any of us are wrong. Has the Captain made a statement about these accusations as of yet? [ooc: This post is filtered to Rikku & Haine]

The hat I'm painting that I received from Rikku 51 days, 3 hours, 24 minutes and 8 seconds ago is approximately 33% completed. I am quite pleased with my progress. I was recently confined to speaking in rhyme, and there was such b-beautiful order to my words~! BUT! HOW CAN ANY SPEAKING PATTERN THAT LACKS A PERFECT RHYME FOR "SYMMETRY" BE ACCEPTABLE?! How phonetically repulsive...

... But although he loved many things about Fandom, a piece of Romeo's heart was always in Verona, and probably always would be, and it felt the sting of Benvolio's absence. He'd have to ask Rikku and Dojima more about how their visits had gone, now that they had some privacy. He still didn't trust Father Juliano , and probably never would. Idle until Physics class, he stayed in bed, listening...

Reno had enjoyed for himself a damn fine evening. Getting out and about, meeting the girlfriend's old man , hanging out with the boys (and Doji), and drinking himself stupid. It was a relatively well boozed-up Reno who stumbled back into his room, laughing and muttering to himself before flopping down on his bed. Okay. So this Parents Weekend thing wasn't so bad after all. [For one~]

So Tseng wanted to take her out for ice cream. And that meant leaving Pops to his own devices -- which was a bad idea -- and going to have ice cream with Tseng -- which was a worse idea. She totally...bombs in case he just wanted to get her back for punching him in the face. And now she was going to fidget and wait for him to show up. (OOC: Expecting one, but very open for any ice-cream goers!)

"It's gonna be boring," Rikku insisted. "Just hanging out while I work. You should go back to the picnic. Or your hotel room! That'd be fun, wouldn't it?" "You sellin' these guns?" Cid asked, clearly impressed. (And ignoring her suggestions entirely.) He jabbed a finger at one of them. "I want that one. Gimme three of 'em." " No ," Rikku said. "No guns for you." It was going to be a long day.

... then she gave a small noise of triumph when she got it fixed to her liking. Her heels dug into the ground and she pushed herself out from under the metal. “Hey Dollface.” Gippal said casually as Rikku emerged. He leaned against the work bench, his hands in his pockets. “What are you doing here?” she asked from her seat on the floor. “What? I can’t come back to the desert whenever I want? And...

Reno had to talk. Headed down to Rikku's Room. Knocking on the door. [For the laaaady.]

Why have the Malnosso disturbed the rest of the dead? It is disrespectful. Link, Navi. How are you faring? Duo, Rikku, you as well.

...suites, mug of coffee clutched tightly in her hands. She didn't have to be at the STN-J for hours yet, but there was no way she could sleep after everything that had happened yesterday. Rikku Something wasn't right. None of it seemed right. Rikku was tired of pacing, trying to turn it over in her head, failing at sleep. So she'd get some fresh air. She didn't realize the other...