Backdated to the 22nd OTA - Room invasion!

[nobodys_puppet]

Who: Xion, Taiki, and whoever has the misfortune to be in their rooms midday on the day that no one could speak to each other...
What: Hunting for Roxas using Dark Corridors. (Yes they look as creepy as they seem)
When: During the Error event
Where: Every. Single. Sleeper cabin. (Except Sleeper 6, Cabin Band Sleeper 4, Cabin D. Though people in those cabins can find them in the hall if you want!)
Warnings: Should be none in general, mark threads as you go?

( OOC info, and the base post behind the cut )

A Talk

[longforgottenpromise]

Who: Gyousou and Taiki
Where: Greenhouse carriage
When: Fiddlesticks, Day 26 night time
What: Taiki wakes up in the middle of the night, unable to get back to sleep he seeks out a peaceful place. His king finds him. They have a talk that they really should have had two months ago.
Warnings: Frank discussion of one character killing another for non malicious reasons. It will be quite heavy. Also spoilers for Twelve Kingdoms. We will add extra things as they come up

( The words their hearts do not want to speak )

(no subject)

[alongtailtalltale]

Who: Tangle and Everyone!
What: Training Log
Where: Gym Car
When: 23rd of Fiddlesticks (backdated)

( You may have seen a few posters strewn about the train... )

A Sad Drunk

[dredefulchilde]

Who: Joss Fitzthomas and close CR only, please
When: Fiddlesticks 27, late evening
What: Newly human child breaks into his foster father's liquor stash. It does not go particularly well.
Warnings: Alcohol consumption by a juvenile. Also Joss angsting about his backstory, probably. And don't worry, Tony's 100% going to ground him after this.

You don't get to be six hundred and eighty-one years old without learning a few things. For Joss, it was music and art and languages and literature...and also how to lead a life of petty crime. He's an accomplished pickpocket, yes, but where his talents truly lie is in lock picking. The lock in Tony Stark's workspace that is supposed to keep tiny hands away from his liquor stash is no match for Joss's cleverness. Picking it takes all of about thirty seconds.

He takes a smallish bottle of an amber liquid that he's going to pretend is scotch and holes up in a corner of the standard carriage with some pilfered snacks. Time to buckle down to the serious business of drinking.

He realizes, ten minutes later, what a truly awful idea this had been. He's drunk. Three largeish swallows and he's drunk.