Yumeko smiled wryly, continuing her song. Man, I have the worst luck after all. Did the universe hate her so much? Is that why her entire life up until this point had been complete s**t? Or...fortissimo. The girl sunk her arm down on her bow, adding more weight as her playing became louder. She wondered if it was a bad thing that this wasn't even the worst thing that had happened to her. Or was that normal? She mentally ranked "killing game" as third on her list of "worst events of my life". She was going to die before she had ever even had the chance to truly live. Though, perhaps "truly living" wasn't even real. It was a lie--as was happiness. And if it did exist, she knew well that she'd never experience it. Perhaps as punishment for her wrongdoings of the past. Her song was a shorter one, as it took her about three or four minutes to finish. Yumeko blinked as she gently placed the instrument down in the case. Slowly, she brought her hand up to her cheek. When she pulled it away, it was wet. Tears? Yumeko scowled. How...ridiculous. Suddenly, she heard a knock on the door, a voice following it. She quickly wiped away the tell-tale tears and took a deep breath before confidently marching up to the door, her violin case resting on her back like a back pack.
She swung open the door. "Yeah. This is Yumeko. Pretty sure you have the wrong address." She replied, putting a hand in her pocket. "But ya know, if you need help, I can point you in the direction of the right one," she smirked. "For a price."

Luna inhales deeply
Luna: "Screw it, how about I just tell you the summray of the intire thing instead? I don't really feel like going through the entire thing, it's just to painful, okay?"

(Will be on anytime at somewhere between 3:45 to 9:00 pm)

"Okay, begin when you're ready." Rei told Luna. "Take as much time as you need."

Jo looked concerned,"Just get it out in whatever way possible....it'll help"

Nivani scoffed,"Like getting advice from a gay guy is going to help".Jo tossed her a glare to say shut up

Meanwhile, Seiya had been silently listening in, not seeing talking as relevant or helpful. He then looked at Nivani, his normally friendly eyes a shade darker than usual. "I truly hope that was a joke," he said, his arms folded across his chest.

Nivani growled,"Depends on how you take it"

Seiya narrowed his eyes. "That's...not very direct," he stated. "The tone didn't sound very joking, however, I see no reason to start more arguments than are already going on," he said with a breathy laugh. "But if you do discriminate against certain people, please refrain from voicing your thoughts. Toxicity is something we definitely cannot afford to have in this environment."

Noavni chuckled,"We already have enough radioactivity"

Seiya nodded. "That is undeniably true," he agreed. He then paused for a moment, resting his chin atop the top of his hands. "Perhaps this is an inappropriate time to offer this, but it has been plaguing my mind." Seiya cleared his throat. "As all of you have figured, there is clearly an issue with clothes. Therefore...I am making my own clothes. If any of you would like me to make you clothes as well, please feel free to ask," he finished, with a smile.

Jo looked excited,Do you think you could make me some?" he asked."I' m currently improvising with the pajamas they left me" he motioned to his shirt