[Having set a date beforehand, Ribbons was at the ice-skating rink, waiting for Lacus. He had changed into something that could withstand the colder temperatures and was now tying the laces of his skates.

He had never skated before. He silently prayed he does not embarrass himself too much...]

[Josak is in Sector 5 today, looking at the empty shops and houses that could be used as a boutique. He's even dressed in one of his more practical designs for the occasion. One should always look their best when out shopping after all. Using a house could make the boutique complicated to decorate, but having a parlor and sitting rooms would be nice. He has a general idea of what he wants and when he finds it, he'll know.]

Oh, Jennifer.~ If you're not too busy today, I would love some help in my search for the perfect shop.

[ Mischief managed Hospital escape get! His head is feeling (slightly) better, and he is carrying his project under one arm, but a walk (hobble) is needed in order to clear his thoughts.

He's made his way to the convenience store and in the camera's view, there's a cellophane-wrapped pair of yellow cakelike things. ]

Been wonderin' about these for a while... [ He tears the pack open and pulls one out, turning it over and testing its squishiness. ] Huh. Looks kinda like sponge cake. Never seen a sponge cake this yellow...

[ The angle shifts as he puts the communicator on the shelf across from him; it shows Lavi's face -- he's been patched up pretty well, though his few bandages are nothing compared to Kanda's -- and he grins, holding up the cake. ] Salut!

[ Takes a bite! And then makes a series of faces from surprised to horrified to sick before he disappears from view. ]

The hell is this thing?! [ Dramatic gagging noises. ] Think I'm gonna die...


((ooc: Lavi has tried his first Twinkie. Feel free to laugh at him.))

[The feed clicks on to show a battered but mostly intact Ling somewhat smiling into the camera behind the backdrop to the shelter common room, moved there so the clean-up in Sector 5 could progress.]

Don't suppose anyone saw a young man about yea high with blond hair and blue eyes running around late last night did ya? I just want to make sure he was alright after that creature attacked us...

[All he wanted to know was if Len was still around when the computer sent everyone back home. Wasn't much to ask was it? Not knowing was going to make his food taste sour and there was no telling how long Greed was gonna take to recover after taking so many hits last night. That'd be the worst. Mid-bite when the homunculus woke up. Worst day ever.]

[After classes, Chad goes to the fields of Sector 6, choosing to warm up with punches to a training post. He is making sure to keep his throws controlled. He and Ichigo will spar, but just as Ichigo does not have his sword, Chad will not use his Brazos. But there is someone whom he has not forgotten.]

Inoue, do you want to train?

[Clad in a pink kimono-- though lacking her trademark red jacket-- and geta that click clack rhythmically against the pavement with each step, Shiki is wandering through Sector 5. It's not quite night out yet, but she's slept most of the day away and she's restless.

Partly because she didn't get to kill Asagami yesterday. That machine thing said that the people who came were all gone, so with that fact and that she can't find the girl anywhere, Shiki figures that she was one of those to leave; on top of getting away from her. (How unfair. Her luck really is the worst)

And the other reason... The underground shelter is suffocating. Too many people, too close together. She wants to be alone and isolated and separate from the swirl of daily life.

...Maybe she can settle into one of these abandoned places in this quiet sector. She knows they're mostly deserted due to her tearing through them in search of Asagami Fujino, but she didn't really have the chance to see if one suited her tastes at the time...]

[Midori's found the Pet Cafe.]

[It was only a matter of time, really. She's kneeling in a corner, attended by three kittens in various stages of affection and consistent thwarted attempts at crawling up her.]

[Giggling, she dislodges the grey one from its grip on her dress for the umpteenth time, setting it down, and moves to attend to the ginger one, meowing plaintively and butting its forehead against her hand.]

[When the broadcast began, Ashton took a deep breath. He wasn't quite sure how to begin, even though he's had all day to think about it.]

Um, hello everyone. I would have made this invitation more private, but... I'm not even sure who all knew them, or who might care enough to come, so...

In two days, I'll be holding a-- [What was the better word, again? Oh yeah.] Wake, for Gyoro and Ururun.

They deserve to be put to rest, properly. [Something in his voice tightens, but he doesn't break.] It's the least I can do for them.