50 [Video]

Jan. 12th, 2012 12:53 pm
somethingspecial: (♪ Listen to me when I say.)
[Rachel is holding a notepad close to her chest, looking somewhat somber. She's outside, in the ashy snow, with her dog at her side, by a tree that is half burnt and broken, twisted by the event. When she speakss, her voice is quiet.]

I have heard a lot of discontent over what has happened -- and people have every right to be angry with Mister Mandrake and Miss Hino -- but I think our real focus should not be on punishing two people who made a mistake and instead should be focused on the reality that we are going to run out of food before the next snowstorm of the season. Which is why I've organized three food drop-off points within the city in some of the stable buildings that are still standing. I would like to transform two of these buildings into a shelter and while I have heard Miss Hino has already opened the Temple of Heaven to those that need it, I would also like to point out that St. Basil's Cathedral is large and able to house a lot of people.

[She pauses before looking down at her pad.]

I've set up massive crates at the Temple of Heaven, St. Basil's Cathedral, and at the fountain in the Safezone. These crates are for any canned, jarred, or non-perishable food that can be spared for the people that have lost anything. I will collect whatever food is there three times a day, to be delivered at the closest area of need, but most of the collection will be going to either Miss Unohana's clinic or the two abovementioned buildings. I am going to rely on the honor system that no one will steal from these crates, but should people do so, please keep in mind that there are over one hundred people in this city that require food just as much as you do.

Any donations of blankets, clothes, and other materials needed that were lost in the fire are also appreciated. Please leave those in the crates, too -- I will ensure they are taken to the shelters and safehouses scattered around the city. And --

[Rachel chews on her lower lip.]

I know this is a very difficult time and a lot of people don't... necessarily believe in this, but I am going to St. Basil's Cathedral tonight at seven o'clock, should anyone else want to pray with me. Everyone is invited and -- for future reference --

[And Rachel sends the coordinates to The Temple of Heaven, the fountain, St Basil's Cathedral, and Unohana's clinic in a text attachment to everyone on the network.]

-- there's where you have to go.

Thank you.

[And Rachel shuts off the feed.]
[Rachel is lying on her bed, one hand hanging off of the edge to rest on the head of her dog, staring at the ceiling with half-closed eyes. She's wearing shorts, and a tee-shirt, and worn sneakers -- she looks as if she might've just gone running. On top of that, Rachel looks exhausted, and her breathing is slow and even, as if she's drifting off to sleep.

She doesn't, though, and speaks quietly to the dog, though she doesn't look away from the ceiling.]


... maybe going for another run will help staying asleep.

[It's quiet, and absent, as her eyes drift fully closed, though her fingers gently scratch the dog's head as she stays awake. She's silent for a long moment before she draws in an even breath, before singing lazily to herself, to no one in particular.]

There is a castle on a cloud...I like to go there in my sleep...aren't any floors for me to sweep...not in my castle on a cloud. There is a room that's full of toys...there are a hundred boys and girls... nobody shouts or talks too loud...not in my castle on a cloud...

[Evita pushes herself up to rest her head on the end of the bed, but Rachel doesn't notice, letting the dog move her hand, as she continues to sing quietly to herself, though her voice is growing softer, as she's drifting off to sleep.]

There is a lady all in white, holds me and sings a lullaby... she's nice to see and she's soft to touch...she says "Cosette, I love you very much."

[Evita whines softly and Rachel gently smooths down her fur before the last trailing notes of the song die off into a murmur.]

Wake me up when the event stops, Evita.

ooc; Responses will be when she wakes up, which will probably be in a couple of hours. Nightmares suck, bro.
somethingspecial: (♪ Here I am.)
[Rachel is in the kitchen, chopping up apples to put them into a pie. She has a look of great concentration on her face as she tips the apples and cinnamon and nutmeg into the pie crust, which is already at her right. When she's done filling the pie, she gently rolls out the upper crust, before Rachel does something she hasn't done since her death -- sing. It's soft, gentle, and entirely absent, but it's there.]

It's been a long time since I came around... been a long time, but I'm back in town -- and this time I'm not leaving without you...

[Her fingers pause, in pinching the crust closed, and one hand immediately flies to her throat, startled -- before she sings a little bit louder. It's hesitant, and a little out of practice, and Rachel doesn't sing to her true strength, but it's still on key.]

You taste like whiskey when you kiss me, oh, I'd give anything again to be your babydoll...this time I'm not leaving without you...

[Her fingers move away from her throat to continue making the pie crust, but she keeps singing to herself, quietly, but with the tiniest smile on her lips. By the time she' s finished with the song, the pie is finished, and she turns neatly to slide the pie into the oven. When she's done with that, Rachel turns again, to grab at her PCD, unaware that it's recording.]

[Filtered to the Glee kids // Private // Unhackable] )

[Filtered to Hanna Marin // Private // Unhackable] )

38 [Video]

Aug. 21st, 2011 04:10 pm
somethingspecial: (♪ Also angels.)
[Oh, good afternoon, Adstringendum. Have one miss Rachel Berry, who is sitting outside, tying flowers into a large chain. There are already flowers tucked into her hair, but she seems intent on making more. Her puppy, Evita, is lounging at her side, half-asleep in the sunlight, but Rachel doesn't seem bothered enough to wake her up.

And did we mention that million dollar Miss America smile?]


Hello, Adstringendum!

[It's positively sung -- and Rachel looks towards the camera.]

I know that, lately, a lot of horrible things have happened -- people have died, been tortured, and other such horrific things that truly have no place in a civilized society. However, I believe we can all get past this with grace -- which is why I have a number of suggestions in order to make life here slightly easier and well -- better.

For starters, I believe we could all start by working on the tiniest amount of self-control. This will be difficult, but I have full faith we can all manage admirably with the support and well-being of our fellow man.

I also think we could all get together this week and try to get to know one another a bit better. We are all living here -- and I think we could all begin to act like one big cohesive family, as we should be! Perhaps we could have a picnic -- and we could all share wonderful and marvelous things about ourselves, like our talents, or our favorite foods, or what we like the most about the city! We all have things we enjoy doing, so we should share them!

And maybe we could also have something of a fair! My favorite part of this time of year is when all of the fresh fruits and vegetables come in and my dads would take me to the fair every year and let me eat whatever I wanted, because as I live in Ohio, there is not much option to eating unique delicacies that are not friend, and the majority of things fried are in an animal by-product -- which reminds me, does anyone know how to make tofu? I bet we could find soy beans and -- I would love hummus, has anyone ever had that before? Chick peas are delicious.

[She drapes her flower chain around the neck of Evita, who stretches with a yawn, and Rachel grins down at the puppy.]

I could even put on a performance for later in the day -- something to capture the bright and cheerful atmosphere! Bright and cheerful, bright and cheerful... Oh! I have it!

[She pulls the puppy up onto her hindlegs, and Evita blinks at her, before Rachel starts to sing, almost nose-to-nose with the mutt.]

If you wake up and don't want to smile, if it takes just a little while -- open your eyes and look at the day! You'll see things in a different way!

[Evita barks, and Rachel hugs the puppy.]

Don't! Stop! Thinking about tomorrow, don't! Stop! It'll soon be here -- it'll be better than before -- yesterday's gone, yesterday's gone --

[Don't mind her. She's just going to keep singing to her puppy and building flower chains until someone tells her to shut up. And even then, Rachel will probably keep going.]

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