Hey, you. Lavi. You out there? You didn't starve or anything, did you?

[ a pause, a hint of something that may have been a snort. ]

It's not like I'm worried about him or anything, got it? He just hasn't been chattering as much lately is all. You get used to an irritant, and you notice when it up and leaves. Like there aren't enough irritants down here now. Is their little leader even around? Or did he go and starve too?

[Someone slept throughout most of the day. Someone woke up feeling particularly more hungry than usual. If you know his never-ending appetite, do not fear: he didn't eat everything in the kitchen.

He has, though, discovered ice cream. His thought process was probably something such as: 'Aa. There's a lot of it.' And, 'a lot of it' sealed the deal. Yoite's never had ice cream before. If he could taste, he might have taken his time. He might have savored flavors. The inability to taste, the vast hunger, and the habit of eating inhumanly quick meant he probably ate two entire tubs by himself in a little under fifteen minutes.

He's tense. More so than usual, and shivering.]

Just now, I tried ice cream. It was wet and very cold. [But not 'sweet'.]


[A huffy, jittery breath.] I think, I'm allergic.



[No ice cream also means, he's never had a 'brain freeze' before. |:]

[It's late. Super late. Actually, it's probably early. Super early.

Anissina is pushing along a little cart filled with little animal-shaped vessels as she roams about the dome, distributing her latest creation: Take-a-Deep-Breath-and-Relax-kun to be renamed to Speak-Your-Mind-kun later when it works...better than intended!.]

(OOC: For those of you awake, you should be able to find her just about anywhere! You shouldn't really notice the affects until tomorrow (Day 54).)

[It's quite late for anyone to be up and about at this hour - but Road has never cared about things like curfew or the dark. It's better to be up now anyway, with less people around.

Things are looking up for her at the moment~

She's at the graveyard and propped carelessly on top of a tombstone. Respecting the dead is just one big oxymoron after all.  There's several candles floating around her with a great big pink one in her hands.  Road's just idly playing with it, sweeping her fingers carelessly against the flame.]

Bother her?

[At first there is just the distant sound of water running. Close, but still far enough away that what the sound could be from is hard to decipher.

It continues for some time before another sound filters in. Humming. Someone is humming a cheerful, light tune, but still this is only sound.

A light, scraping, screeching noise is heard the sound of something wet slapping against something hard and flat echoes. Slap. Slap. Scramble. Something is knocked over just as something else is moved. There is clatter.

Clack, Clack, Smack, Thunk. Click. The video comes on.

( Are you night owls ready for a show? )

{OOC: Was this an accidental post? Let your character be the judge~}

[Just as before, the cork-board between the Shelter's common and dining room lays bare, except for a single square notecard tacked to the center. On it, in green marker, a question is written in neat, capital letters.]

HOW DO YOU HONOR YOUR DEAD?

[There are other, blank cards present, and an array of colored markers readily available for any and all replies.]

((ooc: For that it's worth, the font will be recognizable to those characters who remember him replying to the last round of comments; but the handwriting cannot be traced back to any notes he wrote in his normal handwriting.))