When it comes to such simple matters...

[The plaza is empty today, quiet, as the snow continues to bear down on the village on day four of the November snowstorm. Not a soul can be seen. Near the entrance of the plaza, at the four-way intersection, there are two large piles of snow, one on the left and one on the right. It seems so... normal.

Of course, this is Luceti. There's no such thing as "normal". The moment someone comes near the plaza, a snowball comes flying out from one of the two snow piles. Afterwards, the ones responsible reveal themselves, stepping up from behind the snow piles.]

Ready, Red? Let's get 'em!

Heh! You don't even need to ask. I've been waiting for this all day, Gold.

[You have just entered into a snowball war with Gold and couragefighter. What do?]

((ooc: Joint post with couragefighter! That's all I do these days, I guess. Order will follow as You > Gold > Red. Threadjacking is also totally allowed, and even encouraged!))

[It was one week ago Gold had been yanked from Luceti, taken off to be personally experimented on like so many before him. It was so typical, really. Big things happen around Gold, and he has to play clean-up. He tries to play clean-up, and the Malnosso get in the way. And once they're all done with him, they ditch him somewhere random in Luceti. Friggin' Malnosso.

Gold sat on the ground in his spot in the forest when he regained consciousness, right where they dumped him. Eventually, though, he grabs his journal, attempting to send a message.

What follows is not a message, but just... failed attempts at sounds.]

... ... ...! ...

[This goes on for about 30 seconds, before there's the sound of a fist colliding with the bark of a tree. Probably the most discernible noise on the entire broadcast.

Okay, talking isn't going to work. Let's try a different approach. Writing. Gold hated writing. It was so much more work than straight up talking. But there's nothing he can do about it right now.]

[Written]

Need help. Come quick.

- Gold

[Yeah... That'll work. Keep it short and simple. He can explain later, once someone comes.]

((ooc: Just wanted to get this up before I left. Tags will come tonight after work!))

[It's been a week since his group and so many others had returned from the Southern Farmlands... Since they returned from the heat of war. Some people died out there, both friend and foe, and many more were injured. Of course, Gold knows that all too well. Masaomi broke his ankle out there, and Gold's been accommodating him in his house ever since they got back.]

So, everyone's holdin' up alright after last week, right? Man, between that and that damn experiment, February was way too busy for my tastes.

But... You know, part of me really kinda misses that place we were stayin' in for the battles now. A sweet room with anything we could possibly ask for, and a giant robot to fight in? Hey, if goin' back there means gettin' all that back, then sign me up already! Sure beats this dump, at any rate.

[And now for some conversations directed at certain people. Fuck yo' filters, he doesn't need them.]

...Speakin' of, they... didn't let you keep Gurren Lagann, huh, Simon? ...Oh, and, uhh... Oi, Mikado, Frey. I got a proposition for you two, if you're willin' to listen.

[It's been several days since the experiment started. Gold was beginning to think he was in the clear. After all, he hadn't changed at all, even for a second.

...Someday, he'll learn it's never quite that simple. He woke up today and sleepily trotted off to the bathroom, ready to start his day. He sleepily blinked and stared at the mirror for a moment, before realizing he definitely was not himself. Worse yet, he knows who he is. At that moment, his journal clicks on, as if to spite him. His voice sounds womanly, like someone in their late 20s, and definitely NOT like someone who would be speaking this way.]

Aw, come on! You gotta be kiddin' me! What kinda sick joke is this?

[Later that day, a 'woman' can be seen heading towards the plaza, presumably towards the Seventh Heaven for lunch. Like hell 'she' was about to let this experiment ruin 'her' day. Feel free to intercept 'her'.

Even if 'she' is actually Gold. Seriously, how's a guy supposed to enjoy being a woman when that woman is his mom?]