Crit post is here! I love crit, so don't be shy. ♥ Anon commenting is on.

For my own personal reference, because I like keeping track of stuff my characters have done in other people's journals sometimes in case I need to remind myself what's happened. Also I love lists.

( RLs and interesting threads )

( prompt table )

( cut for large table )

...I have to admit, I'm having trouble seeing any patterns. At this point the only thing I'm sure of is that it seems to be several viruses working independently; hopefully after more observation I'll be able to classify the effects more accurately.

(( icly, he knows everyone's names through observation, but he's using the journals of all but people he's spoken to a few times so as not to seem like Creepy McStalkerson. ))

[ He's sat at the desk in his room in Cuddy's house doing some homework; he's evidently turned the webcam on to keep his hands free ]

Ah, I don't want to trouble anyone, but I was having trouble with some chemistry--

[ there are some faint noises from somewhere below the desk; he looks down and then leans over, putting Rachel on his lap as he sits back up ]

I'm sorry, she wanted to come up. As I was saying, I know many of you are ahead of me in school, and I'm a bit stuck on this problem set, if someone would be willing to-- No, Rachel-- [ she starts trying to climb on the desk and grab at his schoolbooks, so he lifts her back down to the floor ]

--To continue, it covers mainly balancing chemical equations-- [ she giggles, and he pauses and listens before turning behind him quickly ] You can't climb the bookcase, Rachel-- or rather you apparently can, congratulations on your coordination, but-- [ as he stands up to go intervene ] Apologies, I'll return to ask my question again when it's time for her nap.

Minato, you seem to have left some of your clothing here. Would you like me to be painfully domestic and wash it before I return it?

♚ In love/has a crush/is generally gay for
♛ Biffles that are also related to him
♜ Biffles that are of no relation
♝ He likes you very much and wishes to subscribe to your newsletter
♞ You intrigue him and/or have known him for a while
♟ Acquaintances
♠ He dislikes you/is annoyed by you
♣ Haaaaet.

( this will be the longest thing ever )

...I AM SURE I AM MISSING SO MANY PEOPLE /writes summaries for the ones I have sob

My mother wants me to start thinking about my college goals. I'm not sure at all, really... she thinks I should either quit the soccer club next year and focus on my studies, or go all-out for a sports scholarship. I think I'll try and convince her that I can balance both of them easily, as my grades haven't suffered so far.

In any case, I was thinking about possibly going into astronomy. She nearly had a heart attack when I bought that expensive telescope in middle school, I should eventually try and convince her that it was productive.

(( WHAT IF HE IS NOT AN ESPER. Since I just realized this incredibly obvious idea now, assume any of the commenting he's done around previously is pre-virus. Also he's going to be slightly less formal and opaque, just making sure people know that's on purpose xD ))

It's nearly that time of year again, isn't it? Thankfully I'm much less busy than I was last year around this time.

Doctor, thank you for sheltering me for a few days. I became quite lost exploring, it was most exciting.

Doctor, if I need a secure place to disappear to on a moment's notice, can I prevail upon you to stop by with the TARDIS?

When it comes down to it, I'm not entirely sure

There is a

...My natural caution is making this difficult. Or unnatural caution, perhaps, which is the problem in itself.

Although it's not quite right to call it a problem, is it? A while ago it would have simply been a frustrating issue to contend with, one that I resented. That's changed, now, which in a way, makes it more difficult.

There are very few people that I trust, and even fewer that I confide in. I'm well aware most of you would say that's not very healthy, but it's simply a fact of how I conduct myself with others. And I'm not entirely sure that I mind this.

[ he sounds mostly normal, he's trying to hide his hangover ]

Now I have something to point to when someone asks me why I don't drink. I get the feeling I was mostly coherent at first, but from there it all gets a little odd... I do clearly remember bowling, however. It added that necessary bit of surrealism to my day.

...Lisa, you didn't actually buy a bat-signal, did you?

I managed to solve the Rubik's cube at last this afternoon. I suppose it would have gone rather quicker if I had given in and looked up strategies, but solving the puzzle yourself is half the fun, isn't it?

[ Rings the doorbell of Haruhi's house; she wasn't at school today and although there wasn't any closed space to worry about, he was still rather curious as to why she'd skipped. If she needed a reason why he was stopping by, he could always come up with something to say about the Brigade, he supposed. ]

[ he's chilling in Kaito's hospital room after school, reading a book; his condition isn't so severe any more that it's out of anxiety-- rather, he assumes Kaito will appreciate an explanation when he wakes up, which the doctors said should be sometime today. An assurance that his cover hasn't been blown, as well. ]

He still didn't have much of an idea of what he was going to say. "I'm glad you're back" had already been covered, and considering how talkative Minato was, there wasn't much more after that. But he'd said he was coming, and so Itsuki, currently hastily picking his schoolbooks up off the living room floor in an effort to look like he'd cleaned sometime in the past two weeks, would just have to improvise.

I've found someone who can help him.

He requires aid, though, and it's likely to be dangerous. I don't have any powers or skills to speak of, but I trust you'll be wiling to help?

Sanada-san, Iori-san, I'm afraid I haven't made much headway in finding reliable methods of resurrection. Most people seem rather of the opinion that it's a foolish thing to do.

Although I was informed by-- Aigis-san, I believe her name was, that he might not be as typically dead as people tend to be. Would you happen to know any more details about that?

[ is waiting at the usual meeting place in the middle of town for Haruhi; she'd told him in no uncertain terms that he was coming shopping with her today, and although he had been a little bemused, he certainly wasn't going to refuse ]

[ Itsuki is at home in his apartment, on the couch with the cat on his lap, doing his homework; his apartment has gotten steadily messier over the past few days and his books are spread out over the floor. He's plainly having a bit of trouble concentrating and is currently distracted with his Rubik's cube, which he still hasn't completed ]