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Feel free to reply here with any questions you might have. If you're looking for his HMD, you can find that here.

Once again, this is NOT a drop. But anyone at luceti will want to start watching ingrate if they aren't already, as I'll be switching over to that journal.

[When Isamu speaks, his voice is incredibly shaky.]

You motherfuckers.

You fucking win. Are you happy?

[He doesn't clarify who he's speaking to, but the answer may be obvious.

Wanting to visit Naoki as often as he could get away with without being shooed off, the teen had headed up to his friend's apartment. But he wasn't there. It didn't look as if he'd ever been there.

He wasn't at the house. He wasn't at the New Feather lodges. He wasn't anywhere.

Naoki would have told him if he was leaving again, right? Things had just been starting to work out between them again...]

You can't... You can't do shit like this.

DO YOU HEAR ME? YOU CAN'T DO THIS.

[Filtered to Raphael, Richard, and Sanji]

He's gone.

I have to get out of here.

Just... don't look for me, okay?

[Unspoken: He'll be back. Maybe.]

[Filtered from Naoki - 50%]

Sso.

So.

Firs'... a salute, no - toast, to th'fine men an' women curren'ly serving in the draft. Hats off, motherfuckers.

[Isamu has been holed up since the draft started. Clearly, he hasn't been doing anything productive.]

Should've... should've fuckin' volunteered, maybe.

...Had a second point. Forgot what it was.

[Action is open to the few people who might want to make this their business.]

[Isamu is in the kitchen, searching the refrigerator while his journal lies open on the counter.]

Hey, Sanji. We're probably gonna be busy tonight, right? So you'll need me to come in?

[There's the hiss-pop sound of a soda can being opened.]

Unless of course there's some girl out there who really wants to be asked out by me, but I'm not holding my breath.

((Claimed by Richard. Any other comments should follow his.))

((ooc: backdated to morning))

[Someone is in your kitchen, Sanji.

That same someone is nursing a third cup of coffee and is far more jittery than normal after a certain event from the day before. And by jittery I mean his shaking hands come close to spilling the contents of his mug on more than one occasion.

His voice (still feminine since he's still stuck as a girl) isn't exactly steady, either.]

[filtered from Naoki and Richard]

Has it... e-ever really been this bad before? I-It's like they're hitting us with the whole year at once.

[The fact that he seems to have some abilities now doesn't even make him feel more secure. Maybe he can blame it on these female hormones later...]

[There are certain things that are bound to wake a guy up in the middle of the night. Suddenly switching to the opposite sex is one of them.

The residents of house 43 may be woken by a very feminine scream from Isamu's room followed by a THUD as he falls out of bed and scurries toward the nearest mirror.

His journal is, unfortunately, knocked over in his haste.]

Fucking Malnosso, I'm gonna kill every goddamned one of you.

[Shame it's such an empty threat.]

((ooc: most replies will be made with musubifemme))

[Hey, this is a familiar look... Except this time the markings are all in paint. Glow in the dark paint, even! Isamu's tried washing it off, but the moment he finishes scrubbing the incredibly hard to remove paint from one arm, it's already restoring itself. Very infuriating.

He doesn't have any intention of staying locked up in the house until this wears off, though. He already knows others have been having similar issues. There's no point in hiding if it's not his fault, right?

Still, if you see him walking around, looking just like he did for the AU event when he was a demi-fiend, you may notice he's purposefully trying to avoid direct contact with others. The journal is another matter.]

So, uh. This isn't actually going to last until Halloween, is it?

[This is a terrible idea, and he knows it. Still, Isamu can't stand to be cooped up in his apartment any longer. First chance he got (aided by heightened senses) he snuck out past Naoki and went for a walk through town.

The teen is currently wearing a couple layers of clothing, with basically everything covered - sunglasses, gloves, a scarf over the bottom part of his face... There are earplugs in his ears, but the outside world still seems too noisy, and despite the sunglasses his eyes are watering a little.

He'll be sticking to the edge of the road, in shadier areas, and avoiding the woods.]

Dammit. This is ridiculous.


((Feel free to refer to his permissions post if you want to interact with him right now. If you don't, I'll have him react in accordance with any character information you may have posted. This is forward-dated to morning.))

[A heavily drugged figure is stumbling out of the woods near the grocery store. He doesn't get far before slumping against the side of the building and sliding down into a sprawl. Everything is spinning, even after he's stationary.

He closes his eyes, rubbing at them with one hand.] Son of a bitch...

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[Once Isamu has returned to his apartment, the following message will be left over the journal.]

S'okay, guys. I live.


[ooc: So yes. I'm back from hiatus! ...I also have some issues with breaking continuity, so once one person has found him, everyone else should only respond via the journal. Naoki, however, has rights to join the action thread at any time if he doesn't find him first. Sorry for being kinda lame like that.]

[There is a clatter, the sound of the journal and a can of soda falling to the floor, a chair scooting quickly away from the table...]

H-hey--! No way, man. I have plans. You can't just--!

[More struggling, and the loud THUD of the table being upended as Isamu tries to get away with little success.]

NAO--!!

[Then his voice is cut off completely, and the journal goes quiet.]

[Filtered to Raphael // hackable]

Hey... Raph?

C'n you... c'n you come to my place? Maybe?

I think I did somethin'... I... Just...

...Okay?

[Forward-dated to late evening. Takes place after this and after/during this.]

[filtered from Sanji, though he's still not sure if he has the right idea]

Hey, uh... I don't suppose anyone's heard from Naoki since yesterday?

[Pause...]

Not that there's... probably any need to worry or anything. You know him - hanging out in the woods all the time... I bet he's hearing this right now.

Just, uh. You know. Let me know or something.

This had better damn well be chocolate!

[Isamu is currently trudging through town, covered and dripping with something sweet smelling and brown. Someone was caught under a random chocolate rain cloud.

He's trying to avoid licking his hand to see if it actually is chocolate, since it falling from the sky in the first place doesn't lend much credibility to its cleanliness.]


Seriously? Seriously?