( Some seriousness under the cut? )

Ahahahaha! Is that... Is someone making toast? I think it's burning!

[OOC: The post is only voice after he turns on the NV.]

Who: Neil Dylandy / Lockon Stratos (I), Ribbons Almark
When: Early afternoon, Day 80
Where: Sector 5, Convenience Store
What: Neil happens upon Ribbons by chance, and feels the need to have "words" with him about recent events.
Warnings: Mild violence and language

( Never question / No excuses / No regrets / I'm ready when you are, sir )

[It's been a while since Conrad took his cats out to play. He felt bad about that, but with events lately he'd just as soon keep them inside. Brownie tearing up his bed last night was a good clue, however, and so here he sat, in the park, half his attention on the cats as they batted harmlessly at flowers and half on the stone he was using to sharpen his sword.]

[He'd been feeling rather strange since defeating his younger self in combat, and since the situation with Guilford, but even that isn't enough to keep him from smiling.]

[Day 80: It's a slow day for the postal service. Not that PM is concerned about its usage--yesterday had quite a bit of running around! The bigger problem is the lack of work to keep her busy and focused on things that aren't unpleasant. On the bright side, perhaps she can visit with people after office hours conclude. Or write some letters. Or go get a new book to read. Or anything else.]

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PACKAGE RECIPIENTS

• Axel: a bag of pretzels from Wolfram.
  
• Spike: a package from Fai.

[Mail submissions for Day 81 go here!]

[After he's gorged himself on lunch, Allen heads to the arcade to wait for Asuka. He's dressed down a bit, with Timcanpy riding happily on his shoulder, and will be entertaining himself with Pac-Man until she arrives. It's sort of a lazy day today... Maybe everyone's preoccupied thinking of things to write to the people they're missing.

[So, maybe it's more melancholy than lazy. But there's nothing wrong with a little of that. And he definitely prefers it to having some sort of crisis to handle where lives are at stake.]


((Feel free to encounter him while he's playing around at the arcade~))

[There is a soaking wet angel heading towards Sector 3 and he looks very irritated. Well, why wouldn't he be, right? It's like he just narrowly managed to escape a drowning experience or something. Not that... angels could drown. Just saying.]

[Anyway! He is trudging along grumpily instead of zapping around since his last flying experience had dropped him right into a swimming pool... --Shush, Cas is feeling a bit out of it today. Go ahead and say hi! ... Or block his path and bother him.]

[ He stood inside of the unoccupied shelter room that had been selected for today's... well, perhaps "procedure" was the best way to put it. Gino stood beside him, and Guilford gave him a weak look as his hand rested on the doorknob, awaiting Orihime's arrival.

The full weight of what was about to occur was catching up to him, and though it was set to relieve his burden, he could not but feel some apprehension. He was about to ask a young girl to use magic to remove his curse. When did he step from the history books into the pages of fantasy? ]

This is all so very strange. [ He said with a sigh. ]

[ Done! Complete! Off duty! No more cleaning or rummaging or sorting or giving. a. flying. f-- ] Hey, watch it! Blind girl coming through! [ She'll yell at whoever made the mistake of getting in front of her and her blind cane as she stomped through he shelter's halls, dragging her ball-and-chain along.

Normally the subtle tapping meant to warn her of obstacles has been turned into violent sweeps in front of her. Terezi doesn't even stow it until she's in front of the door she needs to be at, using the base th slam against the door. Her voice, if such a thing was possible, was torn between equal parts pleading and anger. ] Nepeta! O-pen up~!

[ How many hours has it been? How many days? Is she just going to "wake up" sometime soon, and have this all be some strange twist on the stupid game they were playing back home, or is the reality just going to keep bearing down her until she wants nothing but to taste blood?

...and not in her "psychotically curious" way, either. ]

((ooc: Thread with Nepeta closed -- except maybe to Tavros if he hears all the noise. Anyone is else welcome to almost get run into, if they want, along the way!))