"Whose side are you on? What do you want? You won't get it. Who are you? Who is Number 1? I am not a number, I am a free man!"

My guys are all returning after a hiatus. I missed you guys too much. *clings*

Okay, I've been less-than-around guy lately (to the point where I've actually flaked out on some responsibilities). Short story is this: work has become hectic and doesn't look like it's getting less hectic. To add to that, I run a website that is suffering and needs editorial resuscitation. Oh, yes -- I also have my sanity to keep in check.

Actually, that was the long story.

Weiss, 6, and the ninja will be out of it for a while. I'll continue to ping into classes and post to FTEC (which, uh, totally happened Tuesday), but I'm not going to be around otherwise.

6 sat on his bed, miserable. He felt very, very cold. And weak. And cold. And he couldn't lock the doors because the key kept slipping out of his hand.

Whatever trickery this was, it was damned effective. He would have to commend them if he could bother moving.

He shivered and looked at his hand. If he looked hard enough, he could see right through it. It was all very eerie.

[OOC: Open.]

Number 6 is installing a new lock. Actually, that's inaccurate. He's install six locks of all varieties. There's one with a keypad. He's still wavering on whether to give the code to Valentine.

[OOC: Open, but this is really for the shadows]

Six returned to the room in which she had initially awoken. After a long, exciting night of seducing JJ Venture into building her Cylon-calling beacon, she needed to rest and recuperate. She lay down on the bed and thought of Gaius.

[OOC: Purely establishy]

Number Six opened her eyes and stretched her long, luscious legs. This wasn't Caprica -- it didn't feel like Caprica -- but it would do. God had sent her here for a purpose. She knew that another had been sent at the same time. She would seek him out. There was work to do.

[ooc: establishy only. Number 6 is Number Six from Battlestar Galactica this weekend]

Number 6 was setting up Room 206 much in the same way he had Room 306 the previous year. Certain... precautions had to be taken in case anyone wished to step over onto his side of the room without his precise instructions.

Once he was finished, Number 6 opened the notebook he'd found among his "school supplies" and began what would be his newest Freedom Journal. He had no desire to be disturbed.

( OOC )

[Door is shut, post open, especially to the new roomie]

Number 6 woke up in somewhat familiar surroundings. It looked like a dorm room at Fandom High, but it couldn't be. He'd left that place... or had he? It felt like so long since he'd been there, but was it only yesterday...

Not another game. He had to find out... He stumbled across the room and opened the window... and looked out on the grounds of the school. Blast.

A handwritten note was left for him. "A respite, 6. Do make yourself at home and let them know you've arrived. Be seeing you. - Number 2."

Number 6, not quite on his bearings, scowled and headed for the office. Might as well let his jailers know exactly what they'd brought on themselves...