[The communicator turns on and oh look there's another one of those trolls that have been appearing quite often. This one at first glance seems to have been dumped in the ocean at Sector 4. ... Yes, quite literally he had arrived right there in the ocean and now his precious clothes were absolutely drenched as he attempts to understand where he was right now. While he wasn't in the ocean any longer and was simply standing on the white sand dunes, the dolphins could be heard chattering away... In amusement. Meanwhile, the troll was not amused at his predicament in the slightest, actually he seemed... Almost morose. Last he could remember before he was suddenly in the ocean was that he had been dumped by his moirail when she no longer had a use for him and had then been rejected by her in the more red quadrant... Now, he was who knows where! Still just as alone! He really didn't have the heart for this but he wasn't about to look weak to anyone. Not when he was still a troll of royal purple blood, he still had that at least! It just takes him a moment due to there being no text option, but soon he realizes the communicator is being used to broadcast and he can speak into it in his own words. Do note his interesting accent, as he pronounces all his "v"s as "w"s.]

This isn't where I'm supposed to be at all, could someone fill me the fuck in? ... Also, where the hell is my weapon? I could have sworn I had it armed on me!

[Despite all the chaos of the day, Maya made her way to the Pet Café earlier and finally decided on a shibu inu puppy who looks a lot like a certain police dog (in training) she remembered from back home. After signing her contract, she's made her way to the park with her new companion, where the two met up with Pearl.

Maya's turned on her communicator onto video and is playing fetch with the puppy along with Pearl in the park for a bit before she addresses the camera.]

See my new puppy!? Her name is Missile Mk-II!

[Missile barks at that, wagging her tail playfully.]

[Fetch continues for a bit until something strange happens. The dog's coat slowly fades from a natural red to a purple tinge and then suddenly outright purple.

Maya stares at the puppy as Missile MK-II deposits the ball at her feet, wagging her tail and panting, as if nothing was wrong.]

M-Missile? W-What's wrong!?

[Maya turns back to the camera.]

H-Has anyone had a puppy suddenly turn purple?

[Missile cocks her head and adds:] Ditto Ditto...?


((OOC: Yes, Maya's somehow adopted a Ditto.

But it's not very skilled at copying...))

Um -- today is the first official meeting of the sewing club! Ehe. Ta-daaaa. [she gestures back at the room behind her, which is in the crafts room at the education center. there are sewing machines and piles of pretty cloth and Orihime's latest half-finished skirt and a stuffed penguin and a gold haro]

You don't need to have any skill level to come and hang out, if you're interested. We'll show you how it's done! And it doesn't have to be sewing either, if you like to knit or quilt or embroider or whatever you can do that here too... It's just more fun if you do it together!

Oh, and new people can play too!

So... come join us at the school crafts room~!


[backdated to afternoonish. event-style posting, so tag amongst yourselves, and I'll tag when I'm back from volunteering!]

[There's nothing strange about this scene at all. It's just Rei and Death the Kid walking together through the park, talking in low voices and occasionally smiling at one another.

Okay, some people might find the smiling strange. But really, there's nothing at all unusual about this.

Until you look slightly lower, and you notice that not only are their bodies quite close together, but their hands are intertwined. Now you might be wondering exactly what's going on here. And you'd be right to wonder. Approach them? Question Rei about this odd new development?]

((ooc: posting order = you, rei, kid. also, they're about the same height, so beware of moe overload if you try to picture this.))

[Day 76: What a busy day. If these temporary arrivals hadn't been, well, temporary, she would have sold the post office SO HARD to each and every one. But they aren't, so she'll just have to find it in herself to carry on.]

LETTER RECIPIENTS

• Ribbons Almark: a letter from the Peregrine Mendicant.
  
• Lacus Clyne: a letter from Lyle Dylandy.
  
• Neil Dylandy: a letter from Lyle Dylandy.
  
• Asuka Langley Soryu: a letter from Rei Ayanami.
  
• Gino Weinburg: a thank-you card from Ribbons Almark.
  
  MASS MAILERS
  
• From Ribbons Almark : to the attendees of the Marina Post Office Opening party, minus Q and Kefka.

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[Hi fourth-wallers! If any of you want to bother PM on her route or at the post office, please feel free to do so with [action] in your comment line. ♥]

[Mail submissions for Day 77 go here!]

((OOC: Gwendal von Voltaire from KKM! I know I should have posted before, it's total mun-fail and having too many tags already orz. But he's here now and he loves cute things -- lolis and HAROS are totally encouraged to tag! Don't be fooled by his grump, he's a total teddy bear underneath. <3))

[The camera clicks on, swaying about as though the user is fiddling with it. The face of a stern-looking man comes into view, his forehead furrowed in irritation.] This device is as useless as it is strange.

[But he speaks into it anyway, evidently deciding his need for answers outweighs his annoyance with the communicator.] I demand the terms of my release.

[There had been a lot of chaos today, but all was calm as Conrad stood opposite his younger self in the park, each of their swords drawn and ready. He could sense disapproval from several of the onlookers -- Gwendal, most notably. The only time his focused expression shifted was upon spotting a shock of black hair in the crowd, but the lapse was brief.]

[He couldn't afford to lose.]


((OOC: Yet another event-style post, though a smaller one. XD;; Onlookers are free to observe the fight and interact with each other. For reaction purposes, it will be a hard-fought match, but older Conrad will eventually win.))

[Over all, despite the general chaos of the day, it hasn't affected him too much. Speaking with someone who appeared to be Santa Claus had been strange, sure, but not bothersome. From the sound of things over the network there were many people who were having a much worse time than he was; it was kind of surprising how mellow the overall stay here had been. The only really exciting things that happened were Kamui showing up, and getting attacked by the monsters.]

[One thing that might prove to be more annoying, however, was the prospect of the flood of people that had come today staying in the shelter for the night. Sure, there was likely more than enough room for them all, but it was something Fuuma didn't feel like dealing with.]

[He had been planning on finding somewhere else to stay anyways and now was as good a time as any to start looking. So wandering the various sectors and looking for an apartment he goes.]

Which sector has nice apartments? I'm a bit tired of the shelter.

((OOC: Backdating this to before anyone he might talk to for fourth-wall showed up. Orz.))

[Have a very VERY startled Yuuki and possibly a scream. If you are there, she's standing outside in the light of the dome sun and staring down at her arms, utterly mystified. She doesn't look to be her normal self though. In fact...like an additional light or prism she shines, twinkling brightly. Further lighting the area she reels, completely at a loss for words, and more than a bit freaked and weirded out. This is her skin after all.]

Why- Why am I sparkling!?

[SHE IS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE DOING THIS. WHUT.]

[OOC: Backdated just a bit before sun-down. Just outside of the enterance to Sector 0. Someone finally took a few 'special' tablets in the actual light as opposed to the evening hours. Shocked. Sparkly vampire is shocked.]

[As evening approaches, you may find a man in a trench coat with odd eyes standing on a street corner in sector five.

If he spots you, he'll give you a disarming smile, and isn't he just charming don't you want to stop and chat?

How about a magic trick?]

Can't believe this...

Oi Gino or whatever the hell your name is. I need to talk to you. Like now or whatever.

People can get off my back now...

[Lockon sounded drunk, to the discerning ear. Most obviously, though, he sounded angry.

Furthermore, like all good drunk dials, this one was full of fail, as he accidentally filtered the message away from his brother, instead of to him.]

Lyle! Lyle!

You have a lot of explaining to do.

And I mean Right. Now.

[There's the sound of something glass breaking. Someone threw away their bottle too hard, into the trash. Muttering of "ow, fuck" can probably be made out.] --no, you know what? I'll deal with you later... [Transmission end. He'd had better get some coffee before he got home, or else he'll be inconsolable.]

(( ooc: characters are unlikely to get a response, but feel free to react! ))

How curious...hello?

[Alice has taken her communicator off and accidentally turned it on in her investigation. Faces and voices keep coming out of it, but none she recognizes.]

Well, this certainly isn't the Ascot estate.

[Shortly after hearing Neil's angry drunk broadcast]

Lyle, if you have a moment, I'd like to speak to you.