[While Ren is off spying on a target, he decides to take a break to contact everyone here. It's been awhile after all.]

Can anyone here make a bouquet with cherries as the focus? I'll pay you but I do need this right away for a very special girl in my life. She's a little down and I'm looking for ways to pick her up a bit.

Thank you.


[ooc: Action is open for you, Lulu!]

(you might notice a change in cross. the way he sits is more aggressive than one, for too long did he hide his real nature and it had made him soft. soft enough to lose months and months of research and its finally showing on his face. like a dorian grey painting, finally being revealed.)

Orpheus lost his true love and descended into the underworld to get her on the condition. A story that would even hearten the heart of Hades of the underworld, he was given permission to bring her back to the world of the living on the condition that he never look back. Just as he reached the surface, the temptation took over and he looked back, losing her forever.

(In the background, there's a wild flurry of people moving: weapons, machines, something to indicate a base- but not where it is.)


This place is the underworld and I, Orpheus. I dared to look back upon progress, not trusting it to follow me. Once again, I need to find it in a world away from here.

(he means to say: goodbye. but there's the way he says it, that he really doesn't look right at something, but over it.)

Don't come find me, don't come looking for me, don't try and contact me. I refuse to keep giving up things in order for progress to happen.

(in the background, there's a: sir, we're ready. before he goes, he hesitates turning off the video.)

I'm sorry.

(ooc; replies are icly after a week or so.)

[ the video starts, showing McKinley High's choir room. It's hard to tell where the video is coming from; it's clearly not someone recording this deliberately since it comes in halfway through a conversation.

Finn is standing at the front beside a whiteboard with some diagrams on it.
( ooc cut to save your flists )

He's also holding a ruler, which is currently pointing at the stick figure labelled 'Blaine' ]

--not a bear, it's a bush! Geez, what is it with you guys? [ although his audience is out of shot, there's a low murmur that suggests they're somewhere behind the recording device, heckling Finn's artistic skills (or lack thereof) ] Anyway, can I please finish telling you my plan? Okay, birthday breakfast should finish around nine thirty, we'll wash up and get ready and head outside, with Sam thinking we're all heading over to Puck's for a video game marathon. [ he motions towards the signpost in the picture ]

But! Blaine and Artie will be hiding behind the bushes, [ he shoots a Look towards the audience ] and it'll be like, surprise! They're coming too! Kurt, Artie's with us 'cause his chair'll fit in your car more easily.

So, we start driving, [ he points at the car in part two of the diagram ] and try and keep Sam distracted. It only takes about a half hour to get to Lakeview but obviously he's gonna realize something's up since Puck only lives a few blocks away. [ he shrugs ] I couldn't think of a way around that but whatever. Anyway, we'll get to the Indian Lake place around ten thirty, and Puck, Mike, Jesse, Rory, and Joe [ he points at each stick figure representative individually ] will already be there - Jesse can give you all a ride since he has to drive up from Akron anyway. And then we have paintballing fun all day, and afterwards we can eat the cakes my mom made. [ he plants his hands on his hips, grinning at everyone in the room ] What do you think?

[ replies will come an hour or so later! Sorry about the information overload with this post :'D And the image of the cake is just one I found online, although I wish it was mine xD ]

Rock-chaaaaaan~?

[ the horned girl on screen pauses for a moment to listen, but only receives silence from the tiled wasteland in response. she pouts before calling again, bringing clawed hands to her mouth. ] Rock-chaaaan, where are you?

[ after a moment more, she notices she's being recorded. turning to the community, she speaks pleasantly. ] Has anyone here seen Rock-chan? Did anyone take her to another world? I can't find her...

[ in the background, a toddler-sized Black Rock Shooter can be seen running from one hiding place to the next, followed by a little black skull. ]

[[ooc: Replies will be from both BRS (snacking) and DM (deadmama).]]