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[Hello Marina, have one extremely offended pint-sized dragon.]

Prison?! You gotta be kidding me! I ain't no criminal! I didn't even commit any of those crimes you got listed! Well I did kinda break the Great Stone Dragon but that ain't the point! And I ain't assaulted nobody. 'n fact, I oughta be gettin' a medal. Bitin' butts is unhygenic and nasty.

[Scowls.] Mulan better not be doin' anything stupid without me. That girl's gonna get herself sliced in half if she ain't careful.

And what's this thing on my head? A spoon?

((OOC: SO LATE. OTL We'll say that he was curled up in a ball with a massive headache yesterday, so this is his first day fully awake and out and about.))

[ wandering around the kitchen at Casa de vi Britannia, sipping some coffee. eventually, she turns on her communicator and asks: ]

Where's my dog? [ sounds more amused than anything else ]

[Her explorations had taken her easily from Sector 5 to Sector 6 and she had taken to looking around the Athletic Complex: walking around the open field with the perfectly kept grass and the bleachers; the gymnasium with the... strange devices that should aid in conditioning the body; the training hall where some of the practice equipment were familiar to her; and the dance hall with its mirrors and... some machine with buttons.

Clad in a long-sleeved blouse and a long skirt, a small basket with bread, apples and a bottle of water hanging by her elbow, she wandered, studying and observing...]


(( OOC: Sasha can be encountered anywhere around the Athletic Complex :D! I only ask you to say it somewhere in your tag where you'd like your pup to meet her. :3 She'll share her food too ~))

[For once, Hikaru is sitting quietly in thought.]

What kind of stuff are you supposed to write about in a penpal letter? I've never had to write one before.

[ making his way back from the shelter on another blood pilfering acquisition trip. his route takes him through Sector 4, and that tree he'd sought out before. despite his bag laden with his perishable goods, he stops by it and maybe tries to listen. The tree does not speak to him, but it is comforting, anyway.

Eventually, though, he moves on toward his apartment. ]

[Someone's learned how to use the filter.]

[Filtered from Spike]

Ah, excuse me, but can someone explain to me what a lamaze class is?

Gin has left. This is most distressing. He was my friend.

In the interest of replacing him [no sense mourning forever] I'll be taking applications for new friends beginning [wait for it] now.

Tell me what makes you unique, special, or otherwise not mind-numbingly dull. A description of your past. Briefly. Oh, and I suppose your name as well.

[Isolated locations seem best for introspection. Considering what extra abilities are required to reach the top of the bell-tower, it certainly qualifies. In a way it seems like trespassing; perhaps he has some unconscious desire to be stumbled across by those who already laid claim to this place, for its familiarity to what they’d left behind. Twilight Town had never been more than another world to him, just like all the others. He’d resented Axel for making attachments to that place—their home was destroyed, why was he replacing it? But that was a lifetime ago, in perception if not reality.]

[He’s shelved far too much, pretending certainty and conclusion when there was none. It’s easier to repeat that he’s sure, that he’s already decided, that he knows what he’s doing and what he wants. Even if he can’t tell whether or not it’s a lie. It was bound to erode eventually, and it seems eventually is now.]

( Day 67 )

(((OOC: Up on the bell-tower you'll find Saix. Just picture him sitting there looking vaguely concerned, with a gigantic thought ballon over his head full to the point of bursting; he's having the Nobody version of an existential crisis. Feel free to interrupt him! Bonus points if your character's method of getting up there is unorthodox and strange)))

[Hei was in the education center, sneaking through the hallways. There were classes going on and he had no intention of being roped into attending one. But he was looking for something. Something specific like an empty classroom with a projector. That wasn't to much to ask was it?]

[Oh, and disregard the folder he has in his hands. It's nothing!]