A Quiet Groan of Change

[Trotsky]

Trotsky laughs, mostly because they were called 'Trotskyists.' A weird feeling to have a group named after himself.
"I would prefer the term 'Marxist-Leninists', although if you insist on Trotskyist... It could only help to bolster my ego." He says, as the tea begins to boil. He takes it off the range, and pours two glasses. He carries them back to Violet.
"Although the anarchists... They're a royal pain for everybody I suppose..."

[Lady Violet]

I laugh and take the tea.
"Yes, I suppose that would be strange for you. Strangely, there is no democratic socialist movement. I think there are a few dispersed amongst the "Trotskyites" or whatever I should call them. The group is far flung, disorganized, and reduced to a handful of stubborn idealists. It is safe to say that the movement would die off completely if we were to assassinate but a few key members. But I will talk about this no further."
I take a sip of tea and yawn.
"I always thought it was a shame that we could not see eye to eye or cooperate to some degree. Our ends are the same, it is simply the means to those ends that we disagree upon. The history of in fighting between the various socialist movements has discredited it in the eyes of many. If the world is ever to be made right, I doubt that will be accomplished by the 4th international alone, for in my eyes it failed long ago by divisions between various currents."

[Trotsky]

Trotsky is more upset than disheartened. "Unfortunately I do not know the history of my movement well enough to argue that point, but if what you say is true, then I would love to hear a call for a fifth internationale."
He sips his tea.
"Sectarian nonsense is a problem the far left has always suffered. Once people can see the world for what it is, everybody is greater than everybody else. It's an infantile disorder."

[Lady Violet]

"Then maybe it is something to consider, though I am not sure if a compromise can be reached presently. Hmm..."

I finish the rest of my tea and put the tea cup in the sink.

"I am tired, I should get some rest since I have another full day ahead of me tomorrow."

[Trotsky]

Trotsky follows Violet into the kitchen, and rinses out his glass.
"Alright. I will do dishes tommorow, since I have no world waiting for me. I'm going to stay up for a little while longer and read. Good night, Violet." He says, starting to walk towards his room.

[Lady Violet]

"Good night, Leon." I go to my room and get ready for bed. I read a little and doze off easily.

[Trotsky]

Leon heads back to his room, and fetches his letter. He brings it to Violet's outgoing letterbox, sneaking it inbetween some business letters.

He quietly heads back into his room and heads to bed. His night is filled with anxiety, wondering if they'll get the letter, and if they do, if they'll know how to see the writing on it.

[Koto]

Right while Tensuo had been asking how it works, Koto had made it to the Red Infinity home page, and she bursts out laughing after Tensuo finishs talking.

"Oh, sorry. It's just something they ahve on this site, and I'm pretty sure I know who did it. Hold on, I'll show you how it works after I send this e-mail."

Koto qucikly writes out e-mail to Wyrm, whom she hopes remembers her.

Hiya Wyrm, haven't talked to you in awhile. Nice job on the pic. with Stalin, which I'm assuming you did. I loved it, still not better then the naked pictures of Lady Violet and Lin-Sat (was it?) through. I hope you still remember Koto. Anyways, see you soon maybe.

She sends the e-mail before turning off her laptop. "Okay, I think the best way is to show you the parts. I'm not good at explaining stuff." She says while taking the cover parts off.

( Can't finish the post fully, gotta go before I miss the bus. )

[Oogie Boogie]

((Oh, sorry I am trying to keep my torture up. I don't want naything runing this session. I am sorry, but this event is fun so far. So I am sorry, choose to ignore it if you wish, or play along with it. Once again my apologizes.(sp?)

[Tensuo]

Tensuo looks at the strange devise as she takes the cover off, revealing a complex pattern of wires and circuts.

"Uhh... Wow. That looks complex..."

[Satsujin]

Satsujin puts his feet down and slides to a halt, stopping his charge right before reaching Tyhja. He glares at Tyhja strangely.

"Hmm. Not going to fight then huh? Well I don't want to hit someone who isn't fighting back. It isn't any fun... Well, I will make an exception."

Satsujin slams the pommel of his sword into Tyhja's stomach, sending him flying away. He burst out laughing as he turned back to the seal.

"You know, being trapped in the void isn't so bad with you around... If it were not for the fact that I despise being limited...”

[Phillippe Montaille]

"Ah, I know just the place, a nice french restaurant, wonderful ambient atmosphere and great food."

[Valodya Bassarov]

Time passes in long thin hours. Grindingly slow. It is raining out, and it makes Bassarov uninterested in going outside today. Hw only goes out to get the mail, which today features a strange letter.
He takes it back inside and doesn't know what to make of it at first.
He throws it in the junk mail pile, not really paying it much attention.
Bassarov then turns on the television to waste the day away and distract himself.
He doesn't like being alone.

[Tyhjä]

"No,I am ready to fight now."

Tyhja steps towards Satsujin and sets up a forced tangibility field for a half kilometer radius. Having done this, he attacks Satsujin with his super nova attack.

[Soren]

"Purge is such a freak." Soren says as he tosses the keys to the fellow nihilists.
"Okay, come on. We are going to this warehouse that Purge is meeting us at."
He looks at the coordinates and memorizes them so he can punch them into a teleportation booth.