Good evening, Marina! The sun is about to set and, as promised, tonight's special class is about to begin. [ The lights in the dome flicker on across the streets, in preparation for the impending onset of night. Neil isn't anywhere near the park, as is obvious from his vantage point. The projector cannot be seen in the frame, but there is the sound of something mechanical whirring and winding up not far from him. ] There's no formal lesson tonight, but I hope everyone gathered in the park -- or anywhere you can get a good view of the dome itself -- will still take something away from it.

[ The daylight fades out, and a bright source of light nearby illuminates his face. He's smiling wide as the projection of the desert sun over Africa is displayed on the inside of the glass just above the athletic complex fields in Sector 6. ] We have shown the stars in past lessons from an outside perspective, and it's easy to forget that we can take in the same kind of beauty from the ground with just the naked eye.

[ His own right eye, the fake one, reflects the light as the sky slowly shifts to images of sunsets. Is that a celestial body in the sky? Perhaps it was Venus.

He gives a quick glance over his shoulder. Time to wrap this up. ] I'll let you all enjoy the show, now. Have a good night, everyone! [ And he did mean everyone. With a two-finger salute, and a rather big grin, he ends the feed.

The projection continues on, showing still images throughout the next few hours including, but not limited to:

A solar eclipse seen from Japan.

The moon over the ocean.

And, for the finale, some choice shots of the Aurora Borealis. ]


(OOC: Event-style posting! Come in pairs, alone, tag each other as you like at any point before, during or after the presentation. Plenty of room on the bleachers on the field, and hopefully the mood~ will be suitable for the holiday. Enjoy the show -- romance is optional, but encouraged; feel free to use this as an excuse to get those cross-chocolate dates out of the way~

Neil will not be answering his communicator tonight. ♥)

[He isn't going anywhere near the sky display; he simply refuses to enjoy it the way a normal person would, for the completely ridiculous reason that Lacus is peripherally involved with it and he doesn't want to admit to enjoying anything she was involved with.

But he isn't completely averse to simply watching it from his home. He's out on the little balcony outside his room that the alchemists so kindly built, sipping at his coffee and watching a particularly lovely sunset creep over the sky.

Despite largely ignoring the fuss of the holiday, and having to work it in around emergency plans for the new arrivals, he did have his own little celebration for Valentine's. There are four miniature cakes in the refrigerator, with a little card bearing the name of each of his housemates -- even Alice, although he wasn't expecting her until this morning, though Euphie's will have to wait until she comes home.

He's retreated to his room, but he has every expectation that when Suzaku finds his cake, he'll come looking.]



((ooc: Closed to housemates, Suzaku thread comes first, maybe some awkward Nunnally tiemz?))

[Alois could have given Ciel the chocolates at home where no one else would have been the wiser after he had finishing making chocolates with Chibiusa. That would have been no fun though. Instead he had chosen to have Ciel meet him in the middle of the most public street in the dome and so he stood there waiting, rocking back and forth on his feet and holding the chocolates he had gotten behind his back.

He just knew Ciel wouldn't keep him waiting too long though.]

[All right, Axel. Let's do this.

It's a little early at night when he emerges from his room and starts to get things ready for Xion. First he heads over to the kitchen to take out the three little red velvet cupcakes from the fridge and set them out on the table along with a red box of chocolates--the mint kind that she gave him last year--and a small white box tied off with a pink bow. He'll let her open that later.

That done, he heads over to the hallway closet to take out a bouquet of red roses he'd picked up the day before and sets them right outside of her bedroom door. If she counts, there should be fourteen exactly.

Now. Once he's through with that he has to go back into his room to pull out this and lug it over to the table before setting it on one of the chairs across from the presents he's set out for her. And now with a sigh he props himself up behind the bear and hides. Here goes nothing.]

Xion, come out here, will ya?

((ooc: ...he's so cheesy today.))

[Guess who's scrambling onto the roof, Belle in tow? To be honest, Road hadn't wanted to watch the show from the roof - but when she thought about it, she wasn't keen on hanging around all those people in the park.]

Tyki, you're taking too long. [ignoring the fact that he can just phase through and sits down, neatly smoothing out her skirts. Belle curls up, scowling a kitty scowl, partly because they are on the roof and partly because Road is stringing a ribbon through her fur. the things she has to put with...]

[so guess who wakes up in the middle of the night (after sleeping uncomfortably on her chair with her head on her bed) to find a companion missing and her room partially ransacked?

That's right, it's the poor female protag. Anyhows, the first thing she finds missing is something... REALLY IMPORTANT.]

[sooo anyway the audio feed begins with her sounding calm... but if you listen carefully you can probably tell that there's some suppressed anxiety hinging there

also, there'll be a constant tapping of shoes in the background, suggesting that she's moving rather hurriedly.]

Three-four. (she really says that in Japanese here, as san-yon) Please get back to me as soon as possible.

[ Where has Wolfram been all day? Holed up at the Arcade of course.

Valentine's Day was bound to bring nothing but bitter and dark feelings, so he did himself a favor and spared himself from having to deal with anything related with this annoying day. One good thing came up from this, though- he's now really good at that game with the plastic gun controller and the walking undead targets.

Glancing out of one of the building's window, the blonde sees how the sky has become pitch black. Good, that means the festivities must be over.

One epic headache and very sore fingers later, on his way home he stops near the park to sit down on a bench. Damn it, is his head hurting because he played for nearly 14 hours in a row?

Sighing, he stays there for a couple of minutes, rubbing the sides of his forehead. ]