[In Person] Reasons to go back to a regular sleep schedule.

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[Saguru's been better, but still hasn't exactly been sleeping well yet... there's been a lot of random midnight bits of sneaking out reading and puttering in the lab.]

[This is why, at some ungodly hour of the morning before sunrise, he'd been curled up in a chair in the main hall with a book, in an utterly not-how-you're-supposed-to-sit wad, and managed to pass out asleep there.]

[Unfortunately, the chair is in front of a window...so while he's got some cover from the arm of the chair, he's conked out asleep and utterly unaware of the Author's newest indignity. Besides the obvious issue of mostly having nothing on more than his St. Christopher's medallion, there's his scars - which aren't that many for how young he's gotten into dangerous things, really, assuming you count the long, narrow, entirely too regularly patterned metal-burn scars over a good chunk of his back as "one".]

[Test how light a sleeper he is when he's crashed out like that y/n?]

Ninth Trial [In Person]

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[Apollo decided that he was going to get an early breakfast- he was going over his notes again, and looking at his room for a better place to hide them in case of emergency... And his stomach was growling at him like an angry dog. Yeah, it was time to get breakfast.

And that's about when he noticed that his clothes vanished on the way there, paused...]

OH COME ON.

[WHY. WHYYYYYY.]

{13} The Emporer's New Clothes [Action]

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[Willy has now seen it all. Now that his clothes disappear, he's not happy about it but makes the most of it. He grabs his blankets, sheets and pillow cases off the bed and makes a toga and uses the blanket as a cloak. There was no way that he was going to be seen with so many colorful tattoos on his body from India as a gift from Prince Pondicherry and from Indian healer of the Tree of Life going down his left forearm with the end roots ending on his fingertips.

Knowing that his new found friend Giselle is out there alone in the woods and probably just as exposed as he is, he needed to go out there to help her. So it's time to push down his embarrassment and to go out there to find her.

He grabbed the spare blanket and sheet from his dresser, tucking them under his arms. The moment he reaches the sunlight, even the toga vanishes and that didn't help out at all. He ducks behind a chair and all that heavy material reappears.]

Well, this is pointless.

[And back up to his room he goes in a mad dash to avoid the light.]

Aoko Nakamori: 040: [In Person with Kaito :D - back dated to this morning]

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[Two weeks ago Aoko had started sharing a room and bed with Kaito because she felt safer curled up next to her childhood friend- last week she hadn't bothered to go back to her room yet and she's grown used to sleeping in his bed where it was much warmer. So, naturally, she'd been sleeping in his bed again last night and this morning she woke up curled up close to him again and just as she had done every morning for the past two weeks- she had to debate weather or not she should get up.

Finally she pulled her side of the covers up and stood up to stretch- Kaito would probably appreciate breakfast- she never finished her thought, however as in that instant she suddenly became aware her clothes were... gone!]

Banana 1 ][ Vegeta ][ VIDEO

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_{[ Vegeta is messing with the blackberry in his room. He knows how these things work. He's the sex toy husband of the Owner of Capsule Corp. He's played with devices more advanced and stupidly difficult to use than this. His face is there, and it's narrow. Narrow eyes, angry mouth, wrinkled nose, furrowed brows, amazingly large forehead split by his widow's peak. Yes, it's all there, and it's unhappy to say the least. Vegeta is unimpressed and disapproves of this.. this... whatever this is. ]}

Trunks.

If this is another prank of yours...

I'm going to destroy you.

And if it's not...

Then the owner of this place had better show himself.

_{[ The feed cuts. He's maaaad. ]}

Dosage 1 John Preston [Video]

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_{[Have an emotionless, unfeeling supercop. He is sitting on his bed totally calm.]}

Where am I? I have children to take care of and a job to do. I don't want to be questioned for very long as my son is due home from school any time now. What is the nature of your business and why are we not at headquarters? Are you Father?

Match 1 // Not-So-Accidental Video

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[The video feed flickers on, revealing the puzzled face of a pale, pretty young catgirl with big teal eyes, velvety beige cat ears, and a bouncy auburn bob. She's in a bright, sunny room with orange walls, posters plastered all over them and recording equipment piled in the corner. She squints at the screen and leans in, only her head and neck visible.]

Is this thing on? Whose is this?

[She appears puzzled for a few moments.]

…some guy’s? Was I at the bar last night? [She cups the side of her head and checks her appearance in the blackberry.] No splitting headache, no bloodshot eyes – doesn’t seem like I’m hungover… and… [she glances around the room] …this is too me to be a stranger’s room, isn’t it? With posters of the Makai Tournament and recording equipment?

…so I didn’t go home with someone from a bar… or even go to a bar for that matter… [She frowns, toying with an unpleasant idea. In a sudden facial contortion she appears resigned and fairly annoyed.] Okay, I get it. Kidnapping, crazed fan. Look, people will be looking for me. That door better not be locked.

[She glares into the blackberry before shaking her head and wondering why she’s talking to a piece of machinery.] Damn, I’m such a weirdo. Alright, let’s see… I’ll tell Mr. Psycho Fan that I won’t press charges if he lets me go…

[She tilts her head, curious, and a bare shoulder jerks up into the video window, making it apparent that her clothes are... well... not there, but whether she realizes this yet or not remains to be seen.] Is anyone watching this? I'm not sure how to work this thing...

Leading Role 3 // [In Person] // Feeling like a fool again..

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[Walking around the Manor first thing in the morning, Balthier was headed to the kitchen. Grab some fruit and toast then take it back to his and Fran's room. Not that he was anti-social, just a habit of his. When you're one off the most wanted men in all of Ivalice you make it a habit for your appearances to be fleeting and few.

He's a little more dressed down than normal shuffling around vaguely half awake. Though he got a badly received shot of adrenaline when he stepped into the light filtering through the blinds. His eyes widened as he watched the patches of clothing the light  touched just disappear as though he wasn't wearing anything. Thankfully the blinds were only partially open, so he didn't lose his dignity that much.. yet. Stepping back his shirt's missing patches reform and he cocks a brow.

In a rather less than dignified manner he climbs onto the counter top, avoiding the window as much as possible and then tugs the blind open, letting the sunlight burst in. So.. curiosity killed the Scientist's son.. He hops off the counter and into the sun. It was practically like he'd just magically stripped off. As an Archadian, exposurism wasn't something he was particularly comfortable with, even if he was a fully fledged rebel by their standards (and others). Frankly he didn't like showing off what little of him there was (as proud of it as he was). Being on the run didn't warrant much time to gather the necessary supplies all the time.]

Ah! sh- 

[Jumping back he pats at his clothes. They were back.. so.. stepping into sunlight made clothing disappear.]

Good grief...

[So, doing the sensible thing he gets back on the counter to close the blind. No such luck however as he stumbles on the drying board, yanking the blind down with him.]

-- Nngh...damnit..

Cherry Bomb 018 ♦ Nice ♦ Where the Strip shines brightest [Acc.Video // backdated to this morning]

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[The blackberry is quite happily perched on Nice's bedside table, and shows her face down in bed, but slowly waking up. As per usual, it's nearly midday and she's only just getting up, but hey - a girl needs her sleep. Mumbling something to herself, she sits up rather unceremoniously, and turns to the bedside table to grab her eyepatch and glasses.

Unaware that she's being recorded, she's also unaware that anyone watching the network will see the extent of her scarring on the right side of her face. In view of camera, she tilts her head back and pushes a small black object into her eye socket, before tying her eye patch on and pushing her glasses onto her face.

However, when she actually gets to her feet and subsequently into the sunlight pouring in through the window, her pajama's (A 'borrowed' mans dress shirt), she's a little bewildered as to why said shirt suddenly disappears. People watching the network will get a brief view of her butt as she heads off camera, but nothing else as she looks down at herself out of view]


...Well this is new....

6th Fairy Tale | Disney Uncut [Video]

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[Giselle is in the woods, under the sun in all it's glory as the animals cover her areas that shouldn't be seen on the blackberry.]

Oh my~

[She goes to pick up her blackberry, the animals moving around to keep her covered for the meantime.]

Does anyone know what is going on? My clothes seemed to have vanished on their own~

︸9th Flight︸ On the Loose! [In Person]

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[Toothless decides that it's a good time to get out and look around. Being a dragon inside the Manor...bad idea. Anything that can be broken will be even if she tries to be careful not to knock anything down. Long tail and squat body meant being a little clumsy at times.

One thing is certainly true. She has no idea why people are acting funny when they lose their clothes. People watching is a lot of fun and she's perched at the top of the stairs in the library enjoying every moment.]

First Position •~• Nina •~• Changement // Intro [In person / Acc. Video/Audio]

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[The feed shows the interior of what is quite obviously the room of a little girl. Pink walls and baby pink bed sheets, lace curtains hang at the windows. However, when a figure in the bed stirs and eventually sits up, it isn’t a little girl, but rather a young woman of around 25. Rubbing a hand across her face wearily, wincing when she touches a blackened, swollen lump on the side of her forehead. Looking over at the clock on her bedside table, her eyes widen as she flings herself out of bed]

Mom-?! Why didn’t you wake me up!

Mom!!

[Hurriedly, she pulls on a pair of jeans and her boots, pulling her hair back into a messy bun as she grabs her ballet bag]

I’m half an hour late, Mom!! It’s my opening night, why didn’t you-

[She grabs the blackberry (absently thinking it’s her phone) and goes to the door, only the audio feed picking up her rushed footsteps. However, when she opens the door and isn’t met with the apartment she’s grown up in, Nina stops dead. When she speaks again, her tone is far softer, more like a scared child than an angry teenager]

Mom...? Are you here...?