[The scene starts with Candy laying in bed. The digital clock next to her bed reads at about 12:03 am. Her back is to the screen, she's bundled up in blankets, and the room is nearly pitch black except for the light coming from her window. At first there's really nothing to see. Then she suddenly turns over and readjusts. She lays like that for about a minute before she rolls over again. She repeats this process several times, getting tangled up in her own blankets as she tries to get comfortable.

Finally she sits up in her bed, grinding her teeth together as she runs her hands through her hair in frustration.]

Can't sleep for shit. [She mumbles to herself, in a really aggressive tone not usually heard or implied by Candy.]

Probably that lazy ass lump down on the fucking chair snoring so DAMN LOUDLY! [She practically shouts, though really the snoring can't be heard and he didn't hear her.]

Dammit! [She growls as she throws her blankets off her. She's really not wearing much but a white camisole and a pair of black boy shorts. She hastily pulls on a pair of jeans and throws on a heavy, plaid jacket.]

Can't sleep in this godforsaken hellhole. [She mumbles as she gets dressed.] I swear to god I'm going to just snap one of these days! [And once she's got her shoes on she can be seen opening her window and climbing out, disappearing for now.]


[[ ooc: it's 12 am here. and i have a busy weekend so EARLY VIRUS POST. Candy gets to express some of the Wrath she's been bottling up B) ]]

[ This is a live feed. It spans the course of 16 hours (and counting). But there's no need to watch it all. A few minutes spent at any point on its timeline will successfully indicate what's going on. Minato is currently engaged in a deep, seemingly unending sleep. ]

Lash is dressed in a strangely casual outfit, and in a room full of grunts, running around preparing things. It looks like they're gathering materials and tools for Lash. She doesn't seem any different from her usual self.

Suddenly, a grunt drops something and it shatters into a million pieces. He blanches, quivering slightly as he looks at Lash. She's staring intently at the broken thing, whatever it was, and sighs heavily. She gives him a neutral look. It's extremely hard to tell if she's angry or not.

"Don't worry about it, OK? We'll just hafta' order a new one!"

Everyone in the room stops in their tracks. Time seems to stand still. Suddenly, another loud clang can be heard, indicating someone else had dropped another pipe or a wrench in their surprise. Her face doesn't falter, and forces a tiny smile. She doesn't like the fact that these useless, stupid grunts are dropping delicate materials, but she endures.

"A-All that matters is that we finish this ol' thing before the deadline! Teeheehee!"

So many people are asking about family lately. I wonder why. It's a nice enough subject, of course, but it's more than a little odd to hear so many questions about such things in such a short time.

[There's a small problem here. You can hear a girl's voice, so you should be seeing a picture of a girl - instead, what you're seeing is a mountain of rice and fish meat. It literally blocks almost the entire room from view.]

Well, it looks like this is what Kanae signed me up for - [Munch munch munch, the top of the pile slowly disappears.] - but can I ask what kind of site this is first? It's okay as long as she didn't sign me up for a dating community, but that's the kind of thing she would do... [Sigh, munch munch.] She said she chose this one because it had "duck" in the name, but now all I can think of is duck pancakes, and I'm really hungry...

Oh! But I'm supposed to introduce myself, right? I'm Yako Katsuragi, and I'm sixteen years old. I don't have a lot of interests, but I like to cook! And I love to eat.

[Somehow, in that short space of time, she has eaten all of the rice and fish, and she smiles and waves to the camera.] Hi! What are your names? And your favourite recipes, too. I wanted to cook something nice for my parents tonight, but it has to be something new so Mom doesn't try to help me again... [N-nervous laugh.]

There's a  loud, but muffled slamming of the door and Henry mumbling angrily under his breath. A swishing noise indicates that he threw off his coat and his cross sword clatters against the metal of the usual umbrella stand. There's a whole lot of stomping and marching going on, which is unusual for him. You can almost hear the neighbors below complaining. It's nearly 3 AM, after all.

"Fuckin' piece of trash--! Again. He got away...again. What the fuck is going on with me?"

His voice trails off as he probably goes into another room.

"--and my bloody pants have a fuckin' tear in it and now I have to go buy new ones. GoddamnitfuckingpieceofshitI'llkillhimifit'sthelastthingIdo--!"

There's a crashing noise where one can only assume Henry just threw shit on the floor in his hissy fit. And a loud thudding noise which sounds like he just punched a wall. You can still hear him pacing, unable to sleep or do anything else in his rage.


[ooc; when he comments back, it'll probably be a few hours later]

I never really realized how worthless most of you are. Especially when compared to me. It's pathetic, really!

None of you are half as smart, intelligent or beautiful~

What's the point? Really, you work over a century for something and then? It turns out to be worthless. You work for something faithfully? You get thrown away. if you finally get something worthwhile? "You're not from a high-born family."

This is all worthless. What's the point? There's none. Someone else will always get the upper hand. No matter what.

Why does anyone try anymore?

Um... Greed-sama. I wish to apologize for the harsh tone I took with you before. I hurt your feelings, and for that, I'm sorry.

I feel as though a few hundred Cenz isn't enough to repay the debt I owe you, so I've decided to pay to have your bar completely refurbished. After all, if I'd accepted your offer to stay in the first place, the damage might have been averted.

I do hope you'll accept my apology. It's the least I can do.

((OOC: Naoto is possessed of the virtue of charity. So, if your character asks for an inch, she'll give them a mile! Also, slow tags for me!))

[ there's a stack of pancakes next to Dexter about a mile high in all different shapes and sizes. Yes, even elephant ones. He's humming along to tito puente as he works the spatula-

and then notices his camera, recording, but only smiles. ]

Any requests?

Alright you jerks! I've got a newsflash for you!

I. Am the greatest robot in the world. ALL the worlds! Hell, I'm better than most of you here, period! I don't care what any of you peons have to say about that, it won't change that one simple fact that I am better than you all.

Fact of life.



((OOC: And you guys thought Bass was bad before. s-sob I have so many tags to catch up with for him))

Hello, everyone! How are you all doing?

[Yes, it's Butterfly. Yes, she's smiling. Quite a bit. No one on the community would realize this, but if she was wearing glasses at the moment she'd bear an uncanny resemblance to her father.]

I'm afraid there may be some people here I've got off to a bad start with. Today seems like a wonderful day for mending fences, doesn't it?

((OOC: Butterfly's virtue for the day is hope. As she does in fact have this in abundance already, even if she isn't quite so... ebullient about it, there's some naivete attached as well for extra fun. Basically, she's ended up with her Dad's personality for the day, and most anyone familiar with her canon knows what that means~))

My dear community, it has been quite some time since I last performed for you, hasn't it? Aaaah, what kind of magician would I be if I deprived my audience of their right to entertainment?

( OOC Cut: Heist note under here )

Catch me if you can!

~ Kaitou Kid ♥

((... and since I keep forgetting to put it in the subject lines: all comments anon, ip-untraceable, etc etc))

All right, community, I've got something to say. I know I haven't exactly been nice, and I guess I've been kind of an idiot sometimes, too, so I just want to say I'm sorry. Okay? Seriously. I'm sorry.

So, you know, if there's anything I can do for you to make up for it or whatever, just let me know.

Oh yeah, and Azula doesn't have a mom complex, so don't give her any shit about it. Got it? Good.

[She sounds like she's crying. She also sounds like she's somewhere rather busy--cars and buses seem to be passing her.

This is not the product of the virus. Indirectly, sure. But she's not affected whatsoever.

It takes her a few breaths to actually speak.]

It's gone! It's completely gone! I've checked everywhere for it, but--

I was wearing it! How could I have allowed it to be--

How could I have allowed something so important to be stolen?