In-Love-with-Jareth

Kaoru felt somewhat odd towards the end of July; having to remind himself this was the American summer. No school unless required or needing to be tutored.  It was amusing; as he recalled mounds of homework - that even lower schools felt obligated to complete. His eyes drifted towards the newly purchased clarinet. Same as music lessons? In Japan there was a festival the first week of August. One renown for its heroes and legends and incredible beasts. The younger Hitachiin boy remembered the many children attendants but more vividly - the costumes and floats. Wondering if there was anything close nearby... There was Carnival - no wait......

:bulletred: The Day the Story Died :bulletred:  The world was on fire: giant towers of living flame sparked and writhed viciously. The sky was a cloud of hellish black smoke that drained all light from the sky, as a small band ran from the wake of the inferno. The air was now acrid and had long since scorched the lungs of all those who inhaled it, making one of the party who currently ran cough and gasp achingly. It seemed like an eternity that these desolate figures had tried to escape the fires that chased them relentlessly, but as to an exact amount of time, no one could say how long they had avoided it. Finally, as the group reached a...

Sarah awoke a few hours later. It was either very, very late or early depending on... There was a peculiar tightness on the side of her face but it was not a hangover. A compress? There was a bandaid on her hand too. Where was she? Her other hand connected with something oddly familiar... Someone?! Turning to his sleeping form, which she had not seen since - "Good morning." Ever. Almost mute, though her surprise if not thinking she was still under the spell of the night before. "Ditto. Where are we?" "My place. We're alone. The little ones are either in the northwest common room on patrol or..." He. We?! They?? "Do you need some water?...