[Training at night is taking some getting used to. The quiet alternately aides and frays Conrad's concentration, depending on which stray thought happens by. An image of Diva and Ashton, safe and cuddled up in their bed, and he's focused on nothing but the swing of his sword. Wolfram's voice, filled with hate, drifts through the dojo riding a draft of chill wind and his form is set unforgivably off balance.]

[betrayed you and became a monster ... revolting, blood-sucking animal ... no better than a leech]

[He pauses his routine -- another unforgivable slip. He's heard that tone in Wolfram's voice before, and some of the words as well, but. This... was different. Now he had a new Master, and a new brother. He had somewhere he belonged --]

[No. Alarming, how quickly his thoughts turn that direction. Was it the uproar over vampires that was being raised, or his instinctive bond with Diva finding its true footing? What is it that makes turning away from his old life seem almost palatable?]

[He looks down at his sword, feeling the weight of it, the balance (a gram or two heavy on the hilt) for which he'd had to adjust, accommodate. Refused to accept anything less than perfection, not with such an important goal at stake. And now... now he realizes, looking at his other hand, that he doesn't even need it anymore.]

[Having spent a good portion of the day before resting, Minako needed something to do, to burn off the excess energy she had from all the rest - and what better way to do that than to explore the dome?

She'll be walking about just about anywhere in the dome today, so feel free to approach her~]

[ Neil was wandering the dome this morning, glad to have the collar off. It's not without a purpose -- he was to meet Lacus at some point to scout out potential sites for their community service idea. Until he found her, though, he was just wandering around Sector 2 and 3, making the occasional note on a small notepad he had.

He wore a black turtleneck to cover the small marks from where he fussed with the collar the other day, along with a simple pair of jeans. Haro was tucked under his arm -- mostly out of habit from the past few days, where Haro's close company was all he could manage without getting shocked. It made for a very strained couple of days... but it could have been worse. ]

Haro! Hello!

[ ...Neil knew that the greeting wasn't for him. Was he so distracted that he didn't notice someone approaching? With an amused hum, he turned to face whomever it was that Haro happened to notice. ]

I guess here when you don't see someone for three days, they're gone for good, right? No point in looking.

[Does she sound tired or sad? That's just your imagination.

A beat, then:]

Sorry, but can someone take my DF shift today?

["No point," she says, but she looks anyway. Find her anywhere public, chances are she'll peek her head in just for a few minutes. The only exception is the arcade, where she stops just short of the doors and walks away.

Eventually, she'll pop into the defense force building and check the dispatch board. Just not... yet.]

Okay! So I have two days to learn how to make awesome chocolates!

Yes, I know it's not really the custom, but I don't caaaare.~

Who wants to teach me? I promise I'll be a really good student!

[Zelda is in the kitchen this morning looking through a dessert recipe book for ideas. Since Valentine's Day is coming up, she thought it might be nice to try and make some chocolate-y treats for her friends. Of course, she's never done anything like this before, so she might need a little help. Or maybe a lot of help, judging by the way she's frowning at a particularly complicated cake recipe.]

Good morning, inmates, it is the 103rd day of the third generation. The weather system has converted, and spring like temperatures will begin to take effect soon.

In two days' time St. Valentine's Day will be observed. According to records, it seems that a large date event was held on the last occurrence with remarkable success. Inmates are free to organize an event if they wish to this time; there is no need to speak with me concerning this, save if any materials or organizational assistance is needed.

Earl Lloyd, your request may be retrieved at the entrance to Sector 0.