exsiliumlogs | lights out!

So about a month. That's not unheard of. My entire relationship with the guy was bribery with orange soda for a few months while he peeped on my friends and I from afar, but my impression is he's not some pushover who'd get his ass grievously injured on a mission.

Oh, there's absolutely no way he'd get himself hurt. I'm just worried he gambled with the wrong interdimensional arbiter and won't be coming back.

"Just make sure it's actually sugar," Haruto says, primly.

"Sorry my plans for the day are too boring for you," Haruto answers, then, "we're going out when we're hungry. You'd burn down the kitchen, if you could get the stove to light at all." Besides, mayonnaise was sure to feature.

"Like I can't tell what's sugar!" But since Haruto can't see him, he just licks his finger and sticks it into the sugar to check it. Then he spoons like four spoonfuls into it. That should be good enough, right?

Anyway, he makes a face. "Hey, I'm a great cook. I bet I could get my portable grill in here and make some super good food. Plus, we should eat some of the food so it doesn't go bad, right?"

Four is a bare minimum, but Haruto will deal. "I'm just saying," he answers, mildly.

"What, and fill the apartment with grill smell? Just leave the fridge closed, I don't think eating all of it when we don't know how long this is going to last is the best idea." With any lucky, it would be over soon. Not that luck is ever good around here, so he predicts a few hours of silence.

( Collette looks up at the equally dark ceiling and groans. )

My friend, we just experienced some major technical difficulties.

( She taps her fingers on her arm rest, then laughs. )

Geez, they could have had a back-up generator like any normal place would!

Barney wandered through the elaborate, rarely visited basement of the apartment complex trying to find the circuit breakers. Mainly what he found, though, was old, half rotten packing crates and cobwebs. He grumbled something about crabs as he swung his flashlight this way and that and tried to brush things he couldn't quite identify out of his hair.

He's clean shaven on half his face, while the other half still has two days worth of beard. Probably because of the power outage.

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[Okay, power's gone out. Clearly the best way to deal with this is...]

a:
[...Putting a sheet over her head, pretending to be a ghost, and skulking about the dorms and hallways going "Boo!" Clearly helping.]

b:
[....Start up a blanketfort and light it by candles. Start to expand her blanketfort to the hallways and invite any passerbys to join in.]

c:
[...Stumble around in the darkness with a candle and EXPLORE, treating it like it's some grand adventure]

Closed:
[...Try to find Nick to look for Edgeworth together. It wasn't an earthquake, but didn't he lose it the last time something like this happen...?]

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Oh, this is great!

[Dammit, all Ed wanted was to take a shower and fall asleep in a bed now that he's finally back in a place he can find those things! Was that so wrong?!]

Useless piece of...

[Frustrated, he thumps the back of his fist against where he remembers the panel to be. Of course, in the dark, there's no guarantee that the panel is what he'll actually hit.]

[gattai with a.

Phoenix's main concerns right now are 1) Edgeworth is afraid the dark and 2) Maya is going to trip on something. He's making his way through the housing building for their rooms when, out of nowhere, he hears something rustle and then a voice yelling from behind him.

His first reaction is to yelp and jump forward because what if it's going to hit him with a fire extinguisher he has experience in this type of thing and whip around to face his attacker when--]

... Maya.

[Clearly the best, least overblown way to respond to such a harmless prank is abruptly wheeling round to face the direction where Ed thought he heard the flapping of a sheet and making a violent grab in the dark.] Real funny!

[Phoenix Wright has taken this wonderful opportunity to drag some blankets out of his apartment and build a blanket fort for no other reason than the shits and giggles that came with sitting in a cozy corner with blankets and... doing nothing. It's too dark to read a book so he's probably just going to fall asleep here. If Trucy were here, he would've invited her and they would've chatted, but alas. He'll go find Maya later.

But his boredom/melancholy/midlife crisis is interrupted by the sight of a familiar white-haired man with parasite-worm-things! Not that that's how he actually remembers Kariya, but that was the easiest description. He looks... tired, as usual, and Phoenix is pretty sure that the guy has been actively avoiding him. Not that he blames him after the last time they had an unwanted heart-to-heart... but he doesn't like being skirted around, so he does the next smartest thing:

He lies down on his stomach and waits until Kariya is closer before -- knowing there's nothing nearby for the guy to fall onto, grabs for his ankles and holds on tight!]

"You're always just sayin' and it's always just this side of sayin' you think I'm an idiot!" He huffs, but he brings over the coffee anyway. It's pretty regular for a rival to be sassy, anyway.

He takes Haruto's wrist and puts it on the coffee mug so that he won't drop it. "If we need to, we can just buy more anyhow. You got any ice cream, at least?" He sits down on the opposite side of the couch from Haruto. "I guess I can't really cook with the suit on, though maybe the grill would give a little light. Ehhh, might as well go out."

[Kariya is a (mostly) functioning adult who lives an adult life and does adult things (mostly), and considering the way Exsilium is most of what goes on here is fairly mature, right? Right.

So he utterly does not expect the pile (of blankets? pillows? stuffed animals?) to have a hand, and he certainly doesn't expect the hand to grab him while he hobbles his way past. There's a small noise of surprise, a moment of decidedly frantic wobbling, and then he ends up sitting on the floor and blinking at--

Okay, so that's Phoenix, and that's a blanket fort, and he hadn't wanted to see Phoenix just yet and...]

... Is that a blanket fort?

[ Doing paperwork by candlelight. It's like a workaholic's dream date except workaholics don't date. There's a small pile of paperwork on the coffee table, next to a lit candle. Franziska's sitting on the floor to get the optimum amount of light so not to ruin her eyes.

She's squinting really hard and is obviously annoyed. Anyone who runs into her, trips on her or talks to her will most likely earn her wrath. There's a 50-50 chance of getting whipped. (Just as long as you're okay with it.) ]

[ What is that pile of blankets and pillows supposed to be and how dare it block her path?

Franziska kicks it. ]

Important case?

[Just who she wanted to see, right? Jesse Pinkman comes creeping out of the darkness, face just barely illuminated by the tip of his lit cigarette. He keeps a good distance, leaning up against the wall, and tilts his head curiously to catch a glimpse of her papers.]

[Aww, he looks so friendly in the dark! And unfortunately for anyone who might be walking ahead of him, trying to go slowly enough to avoid bumping into people only makes Al's already heavy, rattling footsteps sound more ominous and purposeful. It wouldn't be hard at all for someone to get the impression he's being deliberately creepy.]

A [Open]:
[This would all be much easier if he could use his power in public, but he can't. He doesn't dare to show his fire when he has various reasons to keep it a secret.

He sees no reason to stay seated in the dark, waiting for the power to come back. Maybe he can get some work done elsewhere. So he moves through the hallway in the dark, headed for the exit. He's walking carefully, but that's no guarantee he won't run into someone...

Afterward, he stands outside, looking up at the building. He would try to help, but he isn't sure where he'd begin. He's a judge, not an electrician.]

B [Closed]:
[It's a slip, a mistake. He's walking through the hallway when he knocks into something, and he lets his frustration get the better of him. His fire comes forth from his eye, blue and bright. It's burns for just a moment, but it's not something he can hide in the darkness. For that moment, he might as well be a blue torch.

He freezes, pulling the fire back, stilling. In that flash of light, he'd clearly seen someone else.]

Hello?

[And she's been wandering the hall for a few minutes looking for him, trying desperately not to trip (and only barely succeeding). When she sees someone who at least looks like him from behind, she calls out, though it sounds hesitant.]

Oz?

Ahiru?

( he turns when he hears the familiar voice, narrowing his eyes to try to get a better look in the darkness )

Yeah, it's me! I'm glad I found you. Are you alright?

I'm fine. Are you alright? It was kind of scary, how the lights suddenly went out.

[There's a gasp, a moment of fear, and she presses her hand to the buttons again, squinting for a second to read them, and then pressing the number of the floor she wanted to get to again as if it'll do anything. Then she sighs, squeezing her eyes shut, a moment of annoyance. She hasn't paid much attention to the boy in the elevator next to her before then, but she does now, speaking after a moment or two.]

I think it's just stuck... Are you alright?

[So very helpful, yes. Hitsugaya isn't too put out by the lack of electicity -- Soul Society doesn't use it much. Rather, he's more annoyed at the fact that somebody probably blundered spectacularly to have this happen. Incompetence is bothersome.

[And yet when the walking sheet comes up to him and yells "Boo!" in a familiar voice . . . all he can do lift his brow in clear lack of amusement.] What are you doing?

lights out!

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Basement, Open

around, open! (Will be slow)

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a!

closed;

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lobby, open

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A: Because pretending to be a ghost around a grumpy shinigami makes sense