Sol Badguy's Journal

6:34pm: ....? Where'd my papers go...? I need those...

9:03pm: ....That movie, Xianghua? That was really, really gay...like...That makes the Village People look straight. Jesus.

11:30pm: Puh. Graduate shit. I knew I should've kept my degree...skip all this shit. Where the hell'd I put that...

So...apparently I'm supposed to TA some crap? Wonder what.

10:30pm: ....I hate switching rooms. Pack up, move, unpack...ugh.


Xianghua, where you at now?

1:52am: ....My head feels funny. And my chest.


...is the date right...?

4:54pm: Mmm...I'm still here...

I...uhm, maybe I should walk around...? It's hot though...all I have is this stuffy uniform.

Maybe I could take some parts off...?

1:55pm: Uhm...this....Blacktech...?

What is this place...? Some lady at the desk said I should use this...uhm. Can somebody help me...?

3:07pm: ....So what happened? I go for a week and some crazy shit happens.

10:05pm: ....It's as easy as taking the train? Huh.

Heading home for a little while. Need some cash.

11:12pm: ...What the hell is this? Who left this basket?

Whatever.

6:23pm: Well...this has been a weird week or two. I-no's freaking me out.


I still don't believe that worked with Faust...what the hell.



.....I have suitemates now? Huh.


Whatever. The ferrets still roam where they want in the common room. They've been here longer than you.

6:07pm: ......Faust?


What did you do!?

10:50pm: ( Private; )

8:06pm: Eh. Almost done, I suppose. Least the summer'll be enjoyable.

11:09pm: ...So....That went...meh.

5:01pm: What.

The.

HELL


( Private;Kilik )

7:48pm: ( Private; )

4:04pm: Hmmm...

( Private; Axl, Xianghua, Rinoa, Kilik, )

7:16pm: ...Good to see this year doesn't have any nasty tricks for April Fool's. Better than last year, at least.

12:17am: Took you guys long enough...

10:02pm: Inquisition Internment Camp
[[Sol had taken to keeping himself active, trying not to let the circumstances keep him in one spot at any given time. He'd taken to sparring various people in his mind, copying the motions in real time. Eventually he looked for Axl, the only person he really knew in this mess.]]

"Yo. Spar with me."

[[It was more of an order than a question, like Sol was going to start lightly beating on the guy in a minute regardless of his answer.]]

9:54pm: Inquisition Internment Camp
[[Sol woke up quietly, rolling over to pull a pillow over his head. He hadn't been able to think straight the day before, and his reflexes were a little slowed. He heard something that the food was drugged. He wasn't surprised. With most of the people around him being in such physical shaped, they were probably afraid that their people's arms would get broken. Letting out a light sigh, he started humming to himself, a refrain from Phantom that got stuck in his head.]]

The Phantom of the Opera is here...

[[He'd actually started talking to Axl when he didn't want to punch him into being quiet because of a headache. It kind of bothered him. He didn't know why.]]

5:35pm: [Inqisition Stronghold Prisoner Camp]
[[Sol was...irritated. He'd kept his suite tightly locked and Xianghua was always there with him, but he had to go and be a moron and step out to get some meds from Faust on his own. The fact he left his sword in his suite just further convinced him he wasn't thinking properly with this string of headaches and stomach issues he'd been having. Whatever.]]

[[He wasn't one to talk to himself. He merely decided to sit on the cot they'd provided and close his eyes, figure some way to pass the time until this was resolved. If he could get in touch with Axl somehow he could try and see what he could do about this place...]]

[[The good news in his mind, running through the scenarios, was that Ky was on the outside still to his knowledge. The kid had better get his act together, because Sol wasn't going to be...cooperative.]]

11:45am: Feeling a little better. My head's still on fire, but I'm downing enough Aspirin to keep it under control. Least my stomach's settled.


( Private )

1:14pm: What the...agh. An..anybody else puke their guts out this morning? I can't see straight...

Fuck...