Well, lovely. The maze has vanished, as have the flowers-- now we can all return to even more aimless wandering. What a thrill this place is.

...I haven't seen a garden this bizarre and unkempt since my gardener's first attempts at lawn-care. 

[Pauses, looking away from the Cross's screen. He observes his flowery surroundings, looking calmer than usual. Even faintly amused.] 

If this is the way the Maze works every month, it hardly seems worth everyone's complaints. Thorns aside, anyway.

What the hell is wrong with this place?! 

[Muffled curses as he accidentally gets caught on thorns]

[The Cross is laying upon a flat object-- perhaps a bed-- so that the camera points straight up. Ciel looms over it, apparently having set the device down to change. From this angle, one can see from the tails to the collar of the boy's frilled shirt, as well as his frustrated scowl, as he has tilted his head to glare down at the many mother-of-pearl buttons that are decorating his chest. Brow creasing in utmost concentration, he attempts to undo said buttons. "Attempts" being the key word.]

Tch.

[After a minute of fingers slipping and buttons not-quite-making-it-through their respective holes, Ciel pauses to grind his teeth. His fingers seem to have gotten a bit knotted; he appears to be holding in a curse or two. He pacifies his obvious desire to swear by instead muttering under his breath.]

Worthless servant...

[He struggles with his buttons far-longer than any 15-year-old should, but eventually Ciel manages to work himself free of the top. He then drops it unceremoniously atop the Cross, obscuring the view. Eventually, he knocks the device in just-such-a-way that it  flicks off.]




[OOC: An idea that ocured to me last night while getting ready for bed. Because Ciel is a little bit helpless without his butler. T_T *nodnod* I'd hate to know how long it took him to get dressed this morning. ^_^;]

I can only assume by the array of alphabet buttons that this is supposed to be some sort of communication device. Might as well put it to good use.

In the course of an investigation for Her Majesty, the Queen of England, I somehow managed to wind up stranded in this unknown city, unable to get into contact with my usual... associates. I am interested in finding one in particular; perhaps someone has seen a tall, dark-haired man with red eyes and a black suit? He answers to the name Sebastian (much like a dog), and has a tendency to overuse his favorite word pun. Irritating though he may be, said man is my butler, and has broken our contract by straying from my side. If anyone were to see him, I would appreciate it if they were to let him know that it would be in his best interest to return to me post haste.

In the meantime, it is either obnoxiously early, or grievously late. Either way, I am going to put myself to bed before my annoyance truly gets the better of me.

And does anyone know where to find a good cup of tea in this bizarre ghost-city?