1. [After putting Casshern down, Tsukasa made a beeline for the mens room. Closing the door behind him, he exhaled and reached for his belt to power down. Just then, the shimmering sound of the Mirror World resounded and he brought up his guard only to see something. It was indistinct but it looked like a person... Tsukasa frowned.]

Shinji? Ren? ... Kanzaki?

[No answer. The shimmer happened again as the glass rippled. Cautiously he stepped forward towards the glass, as the form reached out from the other side, and carefully his fingers touched it.

Bother?]


2. [Tsukasa sat in the empty kitchen, sipping tea. He was too high strung for coffee and he was looking over his shoulder.]

I'm just being paranoid... [He grumbled to himself, moving to do the dishes when a voice in his head spoke.]

Paranoid, or needlessly reckless? You know as well as I do, Tsukasa that you're always looking for ways to get hurt...

No that's not true...

Is it? Is it really? [That nagging voice in his head made him pause a little, looking up at his reflection -- pale face from the stress or tiredness, his hair wild, almost like... devil horns.] What could be so worrisome that you want to get away from it all again?

[Tsukasa hissed as he put his things into the sink with a clink of china.]

You can't escape from it, DCD...


3. Tsukasa stood in the middle of a field.

There wasn't anything for a moment, seconds before a missile impact slammed behind him, causing him to yelp and crouch down in shock. Fumbling for his belt, he found it missing as engines roared across the battlefield. Riders on bikes, Riders on foot, explosions everywhere.

From the skies, more Riders poured from it. Castle Doran swooped around firing beams. The DenLiner zoomed around train tracks preceding it. The machines of Faiz. The Riotroopers and ZECTtroopers storming the battlefield.

Tsukasa spun around as an answering force met them in this grand battlefield, explosions throwing up opponents. Brightly clashing colors, shadowy forms, more Riders poured forth from the world around them. And from it, more colorful forms, hundred, no, two hundred, no four hundred and more! There was more chaos and explosions rocking the world around him as slowly, they began to fall one by one.

The shadowy figures whooped and hollered even as their own ranks fell. A whirlwind of color and forms followed as Tsukasa clutched his head and screamed, "MAKE IT STOP!"

A wave of energy burst free from him, and everything came to a halt as he looked up, his hands trembling. A form floated in the middle of the air, silhouetted in pink light as he saw... himself? Maybe? The belt was the same but... A symbol of eagle claws clutching a world was burned prominently in his mind.

And as the last Rider fell to the chanting masses, Tsukasa awoke screaming loud enough to be heard across the civilian rooms of the Chalice, panting as he sat up in bed.

"Decade..."

A. [Tsukasa is taking some time to himself, holding up a unfamiliar card. He's already transformed, and he holds it out before sliding it into his belt.]

KAMENRIDE: G!

[In a flash of red light, his armor changes into a very different looking Rider as he holds up a sword that is a literal corkscrew. Posing, the air ignites into an explosion in the shape of a stylized G.]

Not bad.

B. [Tsukasa's going through his pictures, alarmed at the amount that had turned out clear. Trees, birds, people... and he knew some of them weren't dead. Not yet anyhow. But if portents were true...]

1. [So a triumphant return to the Chalice today is heralded by a train coming out of nowhere and pulling up alongside the deck to let people off it. From there there's this frilly looking man who some recognize as Tsukasa, but his appearance is covered in falling white feathers and elegance as benefiting his presumed status. Bother the Imagin?]


2. [Tsukasa's now free of Sieg, presumably off to bother someone else as he's nursing a slight headache with asprin and a cup of coffee. He's looking over his Rider cards at the moment, and pondering on the facts of life.]

Who was that guy... [he muttered, thinking about DiEnd.]

[Waving reality and Tsukasa shows up dressed in sleeping pants and not much else.]

Well... I should have figured my first attempt would take me back here for the time being. Gotta get back to Mio though... She'll be annoyed if I'm not back by the morning.

[He's wandering the ship to see if anyone's okay. It's pretty late at night.]

[Tsukasa was making a list, tapping his chin with a pen before he jotted a few more things down. There was a list of priorities that he was making up and he was looking through it.

He was obviously preparing for something, the way he was leaving post-its everywhere for people. He was also looking for the various people as well, checking and planning.]

[Video]

Attention everyone, due to some specific circumstances, I will be going off-ship for a while with Major Mio Sakamoto. We'll be gone for however she needs to be done, although I'll try to send missives at various points in time. As such, I've left lists to specific people, as well as putting Hoshi in charge of the kitchen for the time being.

You'll be down one Rider and a Witch, but I feel like I need to accompany her on her trip.

[1] Video

Predesus can you please all report to the meeting room? I've decided now is a good time to get certain things out of the way. Interested parties can inquire on it.


[2]

[As it stood, Tsukasa had arranged the seating so that everyone was in a half circle, and he was waiting for everyone. Eri was pouting in her corner, playing with a piece of string as they waited for everyone.]

It was a frivolous waste of time. But it was something that Tsukasa felt needed to be done. And in his wisdom, built a stand and placed it in the busiest intersection of the Chalice. And plopped himself down.

( Psychiatric Help 5c )