Dear House @ traditori  ,
you have herewith gained permission to leave me messages.
You should feel honoured.

Yzak Joule
(ZAFT, Commander of the Voltaire)

[Private to Dearka//unhackable]

Well, ... Happy birthday.

I ... just can't believe that you are ... three years older than me now ... three years ...
ARGH!

I ... I still can't believe that I actually forgot you.
So ... I'll grant you a wish if I'm able to as a present.

I love you.

[ooc: Strikes were meant to be deleted but ... Yzak is angry and excited at the same time so it didn't really work out.xD']

[The PCD screen clicks on. A room can be seen, with two beds inside and a rather big closet, exactly in the right position to be wholly from the camera's position.

A moment passes without anything happening, but than Yzak, wearing cosy clothes, enters, carrying a couple of loosely foulded clothes. He walks straight towards one of the beds and places them on top, carefully unfolding and neatly refolding one after the other. As he does so, it's clearly recognizeable that these are girl's clothes. Some skirts, a striped blouse and a couple of shirts.

After having finished his task, he places the things on top of each other and puts them in the opened big closet, which suprisingly enough contains nothing more than boy's clothes, Yzak's, apart from these few things.]

Now that would be done.
They would get too dirty otherwise ... they were a present from Dearka after all ...

[When he talks he is totally talking to himself, smiling in a strange and unusually happy way. He seems to be really completely unaware that the PCD is recording. Yzak closes the closet and, still wearing his strange, satisfied smile, leaves the room and closes the door behind him. The PCD clicks off after a few more seconds.]

Okay ... something is wrong, isn't it?
Shouldn't this event long be over?

But still no electricity, no running water ...
If it had not been annoying up to now, it would have gotten annoying certainly.
The Animus sure have their fun ...

And everyone is talking about Valentine's day already?
February has only started yesterday, guys. No need to hurry.

( Private to Dearka//unhackableCollapse )

( Private to L//unhackableCollapse )

I have talked to L some time ago about the the plans of some kind of government represented by a council here in the City of Adstrigendum, where Dearka and I have been stuck for a few months now.
The following will, as i decided to keep it so I will not forget about any information, contain all of my research, plans and the like so I will have permanent and quick access to it and may show it to everyone who should be allowed to gain knowledge of it at once.

As I already have mentioned I had a talk to L about establishing a council here before he committed suicide and soof afterwards apperantly disappeared from this dimension as I have heard nothing from him since then. He apperantly reappeared now but has no knowledge of anything that happened in this world before his disappearance.

The idea of establishing a government in the city was not mine to begin with, to be frank, but belonged to Quatre originally. I have thought about it myself after he had told me about it though and am quite sure that I will not able to do this without the help of people who are more popular and widely known amond the inhabitants than I am myself.

The government that I have in mind shall consist of a council of about 8-12 members, who are to be elected from and by the population of Adstrigendum. This way a certain democracy can be ensured.
The candidates shall be either nominated by the inhibitans and then accepted by the candidates in question or set their own names one the nominational list.
Furthermore there should be not be more than one person who comes from a certain world among the members of the council - in other words the council needs to consist of 8-12 people who originally come from different worlds.
The main aim of the council should be to ensure the population's safety and establish some kind of infrastructure and law in near future.

Okay... what is this supposed to mean?!

Seriously ... I almost think the Animus are running low on ideas ...
And I doubt this having a positive effect on the population and their recent problems, but uh-well.

Does anyone have a nice idea for a hobby?
I'm starting to believe that I totally need one.

[Privated to Dearka//unhackable]

So ... tell me you have the same problem that I have?
Being Natural once more?

How many weapons to we have in stock ...? Just in case ...

Well, ehm.
Merry Christmas, everyone.

Did everyone enjoy their Christmas?

[Private to Dearka//unhackable]

Thank you ... for the presents.
I'm really happy...

I love you.

[The PCD clicks on. It seems to be standing ontop of a nightstand as it shows only half of a hardly lit room, for the most part two beds.
A girl, covered in sheets except for her head, is sitting on top of it. She seems to be crying, sobbing hard.]

Argh ... Shit ...!
Why does it always happen to be me ?!

[She curses between her sobs, her soprano voice filled with anger.
Even while she sits on the bed it is clear that she is rather petite but has a very pretty face and silky short silver hair.

The obviously female version of Yzak seems to notice something, her eyes widen with shock, as she looks into the camera directly.
She grabs for it and turns it off, but before she succeeds the viewer gets the chance to see that she wears a buttoned blouse and a skirt beneath the sheets.]

[The screen click on showing a room with two beds closely standing next to each other.
Yzak is sitting on one of them, wearing black trousers and a white buttoned shirt, fitting him like a second skin.
He raises from the bed and goes to the door, apperantly in thought but on a quick pace.
As he reaches for the doorknob though he stops mid-process and stares at it, his expression changing from severe to confused.]

What ... the hell ...?

[He turns to look at himself in a huge mirror on the wall next to the beds and hesitates for a moment before he opens the door and leaves the room.]

Dearka...?

Dearka, where are you?

[The feed cuts off as Yzak closes the door, still calling out for Dearka.]

Alright ...
To everyone out there who has not noticed it yet:

I am male, you bastards!
I'm neither attached to skirts nor to hair ribbons!!

[Private to Matt // hackable with afford]

And you, Matt!!
Give your dog a name already and spare my mother's for god's sake!

[Private to Dearka // unhackable]

Would you be so kind and stop making fun of me?
Especially in front of people I don't even really know and could take your words seriously!

Different topic ...
Since we need to find a new place sooner or later ... and you are the one with the connections among the two of us ...
Do you know someone who could take us in?
What about that Captain from the Archangel for example?
Or some place we could stay at? Maybe a bit longer than for a few days?