Miles nodded. "A case of 'Criminal Personality'," he explained. "It's one of Kay Cee's creative charges. She has appointed herself the prosecutor, Lucille as the Judge, and myself as a witness. I assume the defendant is defending himself in this case." He added after he sipped his cup of tea with his pinky out, "Because of who the judge is, the trial is set at 7:30 PM and the lighting will be dimmed, but if you want to see it, you are welcome to."

Kay Cee argued, "It's exactly how the book says it should go!"
"It's not," said Franziska. She pointed at the display shown in a magazine. "The foolish fool's argument becomes increasingly foolish, as does the fool."
Kay Cee countered with a display in a professional's book. "Take that! The fool here is you." Usually, Franziska's argument had big holes like that.
Their argument continued with Ms. von Karma's protests and her claims of perfection.

Miles looked up at the clock while he drank his tea. By the time those two stopped arguing, the time was 7:18 PM. The sun already started to set. In fact, it would be night in two minutes. "Even the sun grew tired of their fighting," he said.

"It isn't until tomorrow," Kay Cee pressed, "7:30 tomorrow, as in 24 hours from now. You could get away with going back to your own territory until then." She sighed.
Miles asked, "Did I neglect to mention that?"
Kay Cee patted him on the back. "Yes. Yes, you did. But I'm sure I mentioned it plenty a while ago. For some reason, people don't pay much attention to me. I've got no idea why! I always say the most important details! And what was up with that blonde? His mouth kept moving but all I could hear was a 'Whooooooosh' sound!"

Miles gently pushed her outside of the house as she ranted. He closed the door behind her.
"OI! NOT FAIR!" Kay shouted from outside. She walked to the pitfall in a huff. Sunset already passed. Lucille was going to wake up soon enough. At least the carnivore was nicer to her than the prosecutors.

Raphael's AT was... different.

Picture the largest tundra you know. Now imagine the floor is paved, and that there are some trees in big vases thrown here and there. If seen from above, though, the trees draw a big spiral. In the middle of that spiral lies a house. But not any house.

A big, green building made of metal, somewhat resembling a green whale coming out of the ground. Next to it, somewhat smaller, a cathedral-like building. Both buildings have a small lawn, a picket fence around them, and in front of each one, a suburbs-style mailbox.

"The Bonne Family", the one in the left read. The one of the right had "Judge Magister Gabranth and Sir Raphael" written on it instead. The letters "ael" were crossed out.

From the green house, came the sound of metal being hammered. Sir Raph noticed that when he left the house he shared with Gabranth.

"Ow come on! It's 9 in the morning! Do those guys even sleep?" He mumbled to himself. "They have nothing to plunder here, and no blue boy to fight. Why do they keep creating weapons of war?"

"Perhaps, Sir Raphael, because they have no duty to fulfill." Said a voice behind him. An armored man walked over to him. Apparently, he had been by the door the whole time, and Sir Raph hadn't noticed him the least.

"And do you? Also, call me Sir all you want, but I am not Raphael, that's an old man's name. I'm Raph. I keep telling you this." Raph said, somewhat bugged by this bad habit of Noah.

The latter didn't answer, and instead walked away.

"Hmm, not in a talking mood. I guess I'll go play chess with Bon then.", Raph thought, walking towards the green airship whale house thing.

((Gotcha. Skipping to day in the middle of the post.))

A pale, bony hand found its way to the top of the pitfall's ladder. The nails exceeded a normal length. The nocturnal creature hoisted themselves over the edge to meet the night's fresh air. "Ell," it called the puppeteer by her true name. A pair of pale eyelids opened to reveal slightly glowing bright red eyes. The mouth opened wide with a signature toothy grin. All of the teeth kept sharp points for ripping apart prey. Long, messy, de-pigmented hair reached down to her hips. She not only had a 'disheveled appearance'; she looked as if she were a wild animal. Despite that, her black dress was quite clean and new.

"Lucille," Kay Cee said. She bowed. "I have your breakfast here." She handed the carnivore a large bag. "I'm sorry it couldn't be beef, but that's how the cookie crumbles, I guess." She laughed.

Lucille accepted the gift with a smile. "I wish everyone could be cheery like you and I," she said. She laughed, too. "Don't you sleep at night?"

Kay Cee shrugged. "I can wait a few hours to sleep, I think. There is something I would like to speak with you about." She sat precariously on the edge of the pitfall.

If Lucille pushed her.. If she did that, would anyone really notice? Yes. Yes, they would. She would no longer have a home as well. Once again, she decided not to eat Kay Cee. "Of course, Ell."
The curtain drew on the night.

The alarm rang in Kay Cee's house. 9:18 AM. She loved that time for no real reason. She peeked out through the blanket. Not very much light fell through the window. She got up. At a closer glance, she saw the rain pouring outside. "Ahhh. This is going to be a good day," she decided.

Kay Cee searched her refrigerator for large meat products. Yes, plenty. She could still feed the carnivore without being eaten. She crawled back into bed.

Franziska walked to the edge where she met those strange people yesterday evening. She decided that she would meet them in their own territory that time. She disappeared into the fog. After quite a while of walking, she found an AT, all right. It wasn't Sophie's, however.  She wandered through the territory, but followed the sound of metal banging together after she started to hear it. Two houses appeared at a distance. "The Bonne Family," she read out loud.

From the whale-airship-house-thing's (from now on called the Gessie) window, someone looked at the man outside. The noise ceased. Two other bigger figures came to the window as well. They watched Basch for a while longer, before arguing a bit.

And soon, one the Gessie's big hatches opened, and Bon Bonne walked out, walking over to Basch.

"...Baboo." He said. He turned and waved at his siblings who were still at the window. They disappeared from sight. It was just Gabranth acting strange - nothing new. The noise resumed.

"Baboo?" Bon asked the man he thought was his neighbor. "Baboo boo?"

"You mean to tell me this is not your territory." Franziska deduced, "You came from this way before and do not know the owner of this one, meaning a new territory recently appeared between our two. It most likely happened while we were sleeping." She thrust her finger forward. "I was going to meet you in your own home. It seems I got up too late for that." Her hand rested on her hip once again.

She watched from a distance. If there was anything of any interest, it was the giant thing talking at Basch in some foreign language. Kurama's reaction to it and the resulting chaos had an element of entertainment. Sort of.

Kay Cee woke back up slightly less tired. Pfft, only a few minutes passed. Oh, well. Time for a bath!

Basch stared, wide-eyed.
"N-Noah?!"  He gasped.  Then his face broke into a wide grin.  "Brother!"  He ran to the armored judge, throwing his arms around him.  "You're alive!  I can't believe it!  It's a miracle!"

"Hm...  So old Basch has a brother..."  Jareth mused.  "Interesting.  I wonder how I could use this to my advantage..."

"Look...  He's so happy."  Sophie said quietly.  Kurama nodded, then noticed that she was crying.
"You're such a wet blanket, Sophie."  He said, patting her on the shoulder. 

Erik examined the large robot.  It seemed to be quite happy as well.
"Er, hello... strange thing." He said warily.  "I assume your master is somewhere nearby?"

Kurama watched Franziska leave.
"She's a unique character, I'll give her that."  He said approvingly.
"Don't think Sophie heard you, fox."  Jareth said from his perch in a tree, pointing.  Kurama turned, and Sophie had indeed moved on, walking up to Bon and the other Gabranth.
"Ah, Noah,"  Basch said excitedly, "This is Sophie.  And that's Kurama, and over there is Jareth... Where is Erik?"  They looked around.
"I-I never saw him leave..."  Sophie murmured.  Jareth was silent.  He saw, of course, but he didn't feel like divulging.

Erik appeared in Kay Cee's territory.  He looked around, hefting the small sheaf of papers under his arm, then set out walking wherever his feet felt like taking him.  All he wanted was a quiet place to finish composing his aria.