[Selphie's perched on the kitchen counter of the Couronne Royale house, looking really bummed. Her feet swing idly, and she's holding a mug of black coffee between her knees. She doesn't seem to be paying attention to much of anything.]

Finished cataloging all the stuff that went missing this morning. Feels like everyone's leaving almost. Practically easier to say who hasn't left than who has. Dante's gone again, Vergil and Zell are gone... [Selphie looks particularly annoyed at this.] Man, now who's going to help me with my assassination toasters? Zell had half the design specs with him when he left!

[She bangs her heel against the cabinet door in a small fit of temper.] This place keeps stealing all my friends away just when things start getting fun again. Damn it! Couldn't steal the crazy people away, oh no~, had to go and yoink the people I have fun with. The jerks.

[She hops off the counter with a heavy thud, glaring at nothing as she downs the last of her coffee and sets the mug in the sink.]

Ollie ollie oxen free~! Who's still kicking around here? I don't want to be the last man standing again.

Rinoa~? You still here? I think I'm the only one left for guard duty, you don't mind, do you? Unless, you know, you've gone home too...

I suppose the good thing about it is that Zell managed to take his copy of the report with him. Glad we'd gotten them both updated the other night...

Okay, now, don't mind me, but can I get a few things clarified here? Really quick?

We've all been sorta kidnapped, right? Left a ton of friends and family and potential boyfriends or girlfriends or whatever back home, right? Now, I'm not saying this place is exactly a bucket full of sunshine (that would be my job, thank you~), as I've been on the blunt end of all sorts of bad stuff. I think everybody here's been at the blunt end of some really twisted stuff at one point or another. Correct?

Let me know if I'm missing anything, okay?

Taking into account the fact that none of us have really figured out a way to get home, and even then managing to get dragged back here (sorry about that, Ianto, Dante), does any of this give somebody the right or privilege to be a complete jerkwad to somebody who is in the same situation but attempting to cheer them up? Not just once, but repeatedly?

Look, I'm not saying that the drama bombs we all arrived with aren't valid in any way, but really. I think there's a line between being reasonable, and really needing to get over yourself.

Correct me if I'm wrong, I am totally open to polite rebuttals.

[Selphie is perched on a counter, legs crossed and shuffling cards. Her little yellow dress has a slight shimmer to it.]

What does a girl have to do to get some fun around here? Anyone up for a game? What with all the life or death chances this place has, there's not enough fun for my tastes. (Although that song and dance routine was quite amusing while it lasted.)

[Selphie is slumped at the dining room table, her head resting on her arm as she plays with a white coffee mug. Gloomy Selphie is gloomy. She sighs deeply, then sits up...and starts to sing, rocking to the music as she swings a foot to the beat.]

♬I know it's up for me
if you steal my sunshine
making sure I'm not in too deep
if you steal my sunshine
keeping versed and on my feet
if you steal my sunshine

I know it's done for me
if you steal my sunshine
not something hard to see
if you steal my sunshine
keeping dumb and built to beat
if you steal my sunshine

My sunshine
if you steal my sunshine...♬


....What the heck was that? [Suspicious Selphie is now suspicious! But seeing as there is no reason to mope, she gets up.] Okay, that was crazy.

Dante~! Vergil~! If you two are done beating on each other, I'm going to go grab the pizzas! Zell, Kazumi, you want anything~?

Oh. Oh--oh no.

Um, Howl? You're not...you're not mad at me, are you? Not that I did it on purpose, I swear I didn't.

[Selphie freezes, a shiver going up her spine as she stops watching the popcorn. The sudden sound of pipe organs fills her head.]

Zell. Do you hear that?

[Selphie wanders out of the bathroom, freshly showered and dressed, with her hair slicked back to look like Vergil's.]

Okay Zell! Still want to spar? I bet I can take you, Mr. McRustybutt! [She puts up her fists with a grin.]

[The radio crackles to life, Selphie's multitasking]

Zell! Squall! Junction for defense and speed! I don't know what the heck is going on, but I'm not getting tossed face-first in a prison again, although going along with it might be easier. Either way, this is crazy!

Ver~gil~! I got a present for you! (\> ∀ </)


And wow, are those winds crazy or what? Smells like rain might be coming! (= ∀ =);;;

After seeing other people post theirs, I figured I might write up one myself. Considering how I write my characters, I never really sit down and think about who they are. What they are. To me, they simply are, and their quirks are a second nature that comes to them like breathing. So, this exercise really helped me in nailing down some things that I always knew were there, but never put to words.

So, on that note, onward!

( Let it all fall away, and let the sunshine in )

[The entire Couronne Royale house smells of freshly baked cookies, and Selphie's sitting crosslegged on the floor of her bedroom, pouring water from a bottle into another container. There's strange scrawling marks on a notebook on her desk, which is stacked high with dusty books she's borrowed from Sam. When the second container is filled to her satisfaction, she sets the bottle aside and caps it with one hand before reaching for a spray bottle top, which she screws onto the second container. It's unlabeled, but she makes sure the sprayer nozzle is twisted shut, then sets it beside her computer tower. She stands, dusting herself off and setting the bottle of water in a safe spot on her book shelf. She pokes her head out of her door.]

Zell~! I think the fifth batch is done~! You want to check it or should I?

( Filtered to Vergil//unhackable )

[She's sitting on her bed cross-legged, cleaning Strange Visions and wiping the blades down with a cloth. For once she looks focused, inspecting the nunchaku for damage.]

So why don't the city police forces do anything again? You'd think they'd be wanting to catch someone who killed that many people. I've seen some pretty sloppy jobs, but the cops here are something else entirely. Are they expecting us to do the dirty work, or are they hoping it'll magically go away.

[Filtered to Tyki Mikk]

Hey, you okay?

[/Filtered]

[Selphie is collapsed on her bed, looking like she's been beaten down pretty hard, and she's panting heavily. But while she looks pretty bad off, she'd say that the other girl came off a little worse. Three Holy spells to the face in rapid succession? Yeah. She'd like to see anyone take that and still be sparkly fresh. Strange Visions is clutched tightly in one hand, and she lifts the other as if berating some unseen foe.]

And if I ever find out you've been picking on my friends again, I will come over there and end your tattooed blue butt once and for all.


....but right now I'm just going to lie here for awhile. ...at least until the ceiling stops doing that spinny thing...

[She's lying on the floor, a file gripped tightly in one hand. The mark's spreading down her right arm, her whole torso's covered. She's mumbling while half-asleep.] N-no, I...the missiles, we were so far away... I couldn't get to the base in time to stop the launch. Trabia, I'm sorry. Everyone....but...I hacked the computers, delayed the launch long enough....Squall... he found Balamb's mobile defense center, got it moving...saved Balamb.


( Fighting off the sleep - Not cut ICly )

The mark is bigger. A lot bigger. If it didn't hurt so much I'd say my left arm was trying to go numb. Made a note on the spread of the bruising, and managed to trace a bit of it. Couldn't reach the back of my shoulder. Having a hard time staying awake all day.

Also, found several pieces of writing when I wasn't getting attacked. A girl left a blue diary behind, and I've read it over. I tried following her to see if I could learn anything from her, but I had a run-in with a really unfriendly lady. Not the blue lady, although this one seemed to have the marks too. Don't remember, was busy trying not to let her throttle me. Also found some notes which seem to have something to do with the lullaby I kept hearing as I was moving through that place.

Don't understand most of it, but if anyone has any other information they think might be useful, I'm trying to figure out what the heck is going on. Need to stop the marks from spreading.


Need to stay awake for now. Tried lots of things, but it's not working. I'm not afraid of what's in the mansion, I'm afraid to find out what'll happen if the marks keep spreading. What happens when the marks cover everything? The file on that one lady said she slept all the time...and it's been getting harder to stay awake longer...

Need to get to the bottom of this.

[Selphie's sitting on her bed, medical supplies scattered all around her as she hugs her arm to her chest. She's looking a little feverish.]

I don't know what this mark is, but it's so cold it burns. It's like a bruise, but I've never seen anything like it, and I've had all sorts of weird injuries. I tried everything. Curative magic, restorative potions, remedies, first aid, Siren's treatments, hot packs, ice packs, cold compresses--the works--and nothing helped. I tried everything I knew, even some herbal salves, nothing. No change, and it aches, and I'm so tired, but I...there's something about sleeping that scares me. I don't want to. It's like...

[She shakes her head, rubbing her left bicep as she rocks back and forth.]

( Private//hackable )

[Selphie looks up at the nearest calendar and drops the book she was holding] Oh, oh no!

Oh what day's today? It can't be! Ohhhhh nooooo~~~



I can't believe it, I forgot my eighteenth birthday... [goes to curl up on her bed and sulk, reading her book. ;; ^ ;;]