As soon as Prince logged on, she knew something was off. She scanned the area, trying to find...whatever it was that was causing her faint, almost nonexistent anxiety. Everything seemed to be as usual. Infinite City wasn't being attacked, the sky was still blue, and Kenshin had not become an unbearable chatterbox (which would have signaled the end of life as we know it, and possibly the end of the world as well), although Sunshine was currently talking some poor citizen's ear off. That was perfectly normal, though. Although unable to shake the feeling completely, Prince surmised that she must still be a bit paranoid after Western Wind's recent attack during the concert.

As she walked through three halls and the courtyard, Prince couldn't help but notice all the stares and double-takes the people around her were doing. Yes, she was Second Life's spokesman, and the Lord of the land, and the infamous Blood Elf...but surely this was a bit overboard? The "off" feeling returned to the forefront of her mind again.

"MY MOST BELOVED HIGHNESS PRIIIIIIINNNCEEEE! YOU HAVE ARRIVED!" Gui ran up behind her, leaping to glomp his beloved elf. "PRIIIIiiinnce…?" Gui trailed off, uncertainly. "Is that….you?" Prince looked at the bard clamped on her back, his arms around her. Since when was he so hesitant?

"What do you mean 'is it you'? Who else looks like this? AND GET OFF ME!" she yelled, punching her professor in the face. After mauling him a bit, Prince continued on her way, deep in thought. Suddenly, she tripped over an uneven stone in the floor. "Ouch, that hurt…why me?" Prince groaned, head hanging, knees hurting. "I'm the lord of this castle, and it chooses to trip me!"

"Is Mama hurt?" Prince looked down at her pouch; an adorable – and teary-eyed – face stared back up at her. Remembering the flooded library from the bleeding paper cut incident, and not wanting to endure YuLian's monetary wrath again, the pet's 'Mama' hurriedly reassured him.

"Don't worry about it, Meatbun! I'm fine! I just….wanted to get a better look at the floor, that's all! I'm fine!" Thankfully, Meatbun was easily quieted down, and Prince gave a sigh of relief.

A few doors down from her room, where she realized she had left unfinished paperwork, Prince nearly walked right into Wicked.

"X-Xaio Lan? Are...you okay?" Wicked asked, blushing slightly.

"Yes..."

"Are you...sure about that?"

"Huh?"

"N-nothing. I'll...see you later."

As Wicked dashed off, a very confused Prince entered her room. She crossed the room, collapsed onto the bed -

And quickly stood up and ran to find Lolidragon.

Lolidragon was in her room, planning the next set of costumes for their Infinity Band. A scary smile was on her face as she drew an outfit for Prince which was practically the definition of skimpy. She barely noticed the sound of someone sprinting till they were almost at the door, where they suddenly paused, trying to catch their breath. The door creaked open just a bit.

"Lolidragon?"

"Yes, Prince?"

"Could you...get me a bra?"

I do not own ½ Prince. I have neither the creative nor the awesome capacity needed to write something like that. I do, however, own the shirt I am wearing. It's a nice shirt. I think it looks good on me.