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06 January 2011 at 12:27 pm
Johnny Rayflo
Hmm...yesterday was Christmas, then we have New Years. So Valentine's Day will be in a week, perhaps? I heard about the celebrations last year, I'm so disappointed that I missed them.

[Love auctions are right up his alley.]

But with it coming up again so soon, it's best to keep it in mind, no? So tell me, what do you think "romance" is? What sort of romantic gestures mean the most to you?
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06 January 2011 at 02:13 pm
[After the event filled last few days, Saki's happy for some peace and quiet. Sitting at her usual table in the library, a new mess of books spread out in front of her; Eastern treatises on the possibility of reincarnation, and various biblical renditions, all of them flipped open to the Cain and Abel story. You know, just because.]

[Find her there, or outside the front doors having a cigarette.]
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06 January 2011 at 08:25 pm
Miko "Jennifer" Shibuya
[Jennifer has a camera full of pictures and she's not afraid to develop them! So she's just gonna spend a few hours in the photo lab at the education center looking through them all and picking at the best ones to send out later. So much to do! So little time. Especially with all the pets in danger at the pet cafe!]

((ooc: You can catch Jennifer between Sectors 2 and 4 before and after the photolab too if you'd like.))
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06 January 2011 at 08:41 pm
Subaru Sumeragi [皇昴流]
[the video clicks on to reveal Subaru, wearing some very silly polka dot pyjamas, in bed. His hair is a little mussed and he's still a little pale, but he's smiling as perky as he can be! There is a worried puppy in his lap, playing with the blankets. Maybe she's not so worried after all.]

I missed the party after all...! I'm sorry, Jennifer-san. I think I slept a lot longer than I meant to, but-- [he cuts off for a second, coughing rather violently, before continuing]-- I hope no one minds...! I didn't get to deliver the gifts I got, either, s-so I'll make them extra good since they're going to be late!

I hope everyone had a good time! I hope I can be around, next time, and not sick. [he smiles a little sheepishly; he's had a flu of death.]
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06 January 2011 at 09:03 pm
[a small black fellow comes into focus onscreen. Not Black like African-American or anything, like Bill Cosby; rather, he isn’t even human, instead covered all over by a rigid, obsidian-black carapace. He is dressed in an appallingly filthy tunic made of strips of cotton fabric, with a hood pulled over his head and a length of cable coiled into a sash over one shoulder. Proudly affixed to the “sash” is the label from an ancient can of mayonnaise. More wrappings hide most of his face, and his one visible eye, bright and beady, blinks into the video feed.]

[he’s seated on a snow-dusted sand dune, the contents of his upended welcome basket—notably the empty wrappers and containers that had held food and drink minutes ago—scattered around him, and the welcome brochure lying open in his lap. With the gentle rush of the ocean in the background, he clears his throat and addresses the residents of Marina:]

Hello? Hello! Hello! I believe this contraption is functioning correctly. Well, this is no time to mince words, so I’ll speak plainly.

[he takes a deep, shaking breath, obviously trying and failing to compose himself. His voice begins to rise.]

This is outrageous! Simply outrageous. This bit of paper—[he waves the brochure a bit]—claims to supply me with practical knowledge, yet I remain unsatisfied, and, furthermore, insulted! “Condolences”? Bah! I do not accept these “condolences”.

Although, the edibles are not entirely unwelcome, if wholly inadequate as tokens of hospitality. Hmm…

[spotting an overlooked jelly bean, he quickly plucks it from the snow and eats it. After a moment’s deliberation, he tears away the cover flap of the welcome brochure, crumples it up, and eats that, too.]
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06 January 2011 at 10:03 pm
Lyle Dylandy
[It's just Lyle, still not looking completely one hundred percent. Behind him, Frederick is rolling around]

Neil, I need to talk to you about something.

Haro?