[The Peregrine Mendicant has taken the time to make herself more presentable--a good scrubbing in the bath to make her carapace shine, and a change of clothes into a multicolored pastel dress. She seems a little nervous at first, but her confidence blooms as she continues to speak.]

Greetings once more, Marina Asylum!

My name--well, title, but it functions as my name--is the Peregrine Mendicant. Once upon a time, I was called 'Parcel Mistress.' Despite the circumstances which lead to my exile, the delivery of letters and packages has remained my true calling. I have long understood the mail to be a beacon of civilization, and it would be a great honor to shine that light upon the dark depths of this ocean. For no matter how dire the situation becomes, for as long as a dedicated postal worker still lives and breathes, the mail will always be there for you!

Acumen, however, is not convinced. She... he? Does not understand that there is more to mail than a smattering of words stuffed into an envelope! Surely you all know better. Surely you can recall a postcard from family, a love letter, a well-timed package of treats! So please, let me hear your opinions and thoughts. If you have questions, I will gladly field those, as well.

Thank you.

( Filler action part lalala. )

[He turns on his communicator, looking worried.]

I... I think I might have hurt some people. I don't really remember it but...

[He sighs, looking down.]

I'm really sorry...

[With plans in mind,] Where can I find some pretty flowers?

( Ring around the posy )

ooc: feel free to tag Road's action! there will be no violence promise.

Me and Sakamoto are drink testing the new selection down at the club! Who else is in? C'mon, can't let all of Acumen's upgrading go to waste now!

[....Yeeep, it's gonna be a long, fun evening. The nobody seems to get loopy on alcohol fairly quick, but then- when you have no heart, it's not like the inhibition list is normally so long anyway.]