And the world, she ends tonight. I will be amused if anyone besides my fellows understands that.

Last night, the two rock bands of the system decided to hold a major joint concert, with Reno throwing an afterparty. There was liquor, there was karaoke, there was much to enjoy. Half of the system got sloshed, half blew their eardrums out, and any who escaped previous torment were put to work at the front. I myself happened to have an... encounter. (To the system-mates: please, be more discreet when engaging in... certain activities.)

Xigbar, for all the drinking he did, remained relatively sober. He happily scrubbed algae from tanks, a job that is less than enviable, whilst Elena did most of the other front work.

The child (D, for she is a child to me) had another setback. This time, though, instead of crying for Cid, she cried out for "Uncle Mil". I find this touching, as it shows how deeply she holds the man in her regard already.

I just managed to awaken the body, and am a tad bit groggy. But the others and I will be around all evening to discuss things/chat/what have you. We have a day off tomorrow, which we are all looking forward to.