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[ahappylie]

[From mid-morning to noon, Okita is at the fountain in town, watching all the crazy people wandering around and launching little sailboats across the water. Occasionally his pig will pop his head up, crush one of the boats, and drag it under the water again. Looks like someone is playing pretend at being a sea monster. Come say hello?]

Hahaha. I'm going to run out of boats at this rate, Saizou.

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[boomchucka.livejournal.com]

[Come say hello she certainly will!]

You could always get some more, Souji.

[godbent]

[...] Huh, your pig swims well.

[She remarked as she walked by. She's still a little scared of Souji, yes, but she can try to fix bridges]

[manmade-angel.livejournal.com]

[Having been helped down from her strange prison-tower-Community-Housing-Room, Nill only has one problem...]

[The thorns keep growing around her, even out of rivers and paved roads and carpet and everything. They move out of the way when she walks forward, but nobody can get within three feet of her. It's terribly discouraging, especially considering she can't cook if she can't reach the stove.]

[She's out wandering, because even if she's sprouting natural barriers she doesn't want to be inside all the time (she had enough of that at the beginning of the week). She sees someone folding up little paper... somethings and putting them in the fountain. Curious, Nill and her thorn bush wander over.]

[markofthewise]

[Yeah okay, Sokka is just staring at this whole display. Not impressed.]

So what are you two supposed to be?

[Action!]

[consultmybooks]

You know, I'm not sure I recognize this story.

[Said as Giles - unaffected for the moment - takes a seat next to Okita on the fountain. A flinch as Saizou lunges out of the water for the nearest boat.]

No, definitely don't recognize this one...

[justicereigns]

[Watches the sailing.]

I guess you could make more.

[screwthegods]

[Homura is taking a break himself; as entertaining as it's been to watch Ayumu acting in whatever role the Malnosso have deemed fit (and keep her from acting in some way she'll regret), Homura has opted to see just how the rest of the village is fairing. Thankfully, no one seems to be eating the rest of the buildings.

Given Okita's peculiarities, it's difficult to discern whether he too is under the effects of the experiment, or merely acting as himself. Homura makes his way over to the other man, and his boat-devouring piglet.]

Good afternoon, Okita. [He grins at Saizou.] In a destructive mood?