[ waking up is... difficult. and a bit confusing, with memories of very strange dreams in her head. but they're only fuzzy, at first. as her eyes open, the only thing she registers is that she hadn't wanted to wake up. one dream's particulars escapes her grasp-- a happy one, beautiful beyond everything else... and it's gone, leaving just a horrible, wrenching sense of loss.

some point in the night, the nap had turned into bedtime, and she'd curled up with Lelouch whenever he'd come in. she thinks he's still asleep and she's glad for it as she turns to face away from him and cries.

later, she's stirring a cup of coffee at the kitchen table, maybe still a little red-eyed, and she turns her communicator on. ]

[voice]

Everyone here is strange... [ quietly. and not the best opening line ever, but it's a start ]


((ooc: Action's open to house mates, before she's in the kitchen, or after. Voice is totally open.))

LETTER RECIPIENTS

• John: a letter from Kohran.
  
• Roxas: a letter from Kitty Pryde (Evo).
  
• Sakura: a letter from Nakama.
  
  MASS MAILERS
  
• To Nakama, Ushiro, Sasuke (anonymously), vampire!Kamui, Fuuma (anonymously), and the Peregrine Mendicant: omamori from Subaru!
  
  PACKAGE RECIPIENTS
  
• Jun Ushiro: a copy of the survey from Sherlock Holmes.

[Action]
[As people around the dome begin to get up and go about their waking lives, there is one whose awakening was less-than-pleasant. She currently hurtles full bore through the dome, emitting a high-pitched noise of distress.]

Oh noooooooooo--! [The Peregrine Mendicant slept through her routes, and now she’s trying to make up for it with a high-speed scramble through the residential areas, giving every mail slot and mailbox a frantic once-over for outgoing mail before either shoving something inside or hurrying along.]

[If she was fractionally calmer, she might realize that it wouldn't have made a difference, given how many people were asleep. But, then again, PM has never been one to be especially rational when it comes to the mail. Try to calm her down?]

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((OOC: Since this is going up both late AND early, you’re welcome to directly post your letters here even if you didn't submit on the OOC post for the past two days. Click here for pen pal signups. Mail submissions for Day 118 go here!))

[action]
( You're not supposed to have blue hair. )

[video]

[Have a Mokou at a kitchen table, with a mug of coffee (or something steaming, anyways) in her hand, that appears to be untouched. She's face-planting into the Formica, and frankly sounds a little defeated.]

So. Did anyone else have a really fucking horrifying dream last night? And I don't mean exclusively bodily horrors...

Jesus Christ.

Like...some electric-powered ninja was chasing me, and there was a tiny little girl with a gun...

[She bangs her head against the table.]

( Waking up )

[That finished she set an encoded channel for the rest of the Defense Force.]

Was anyone up for the early shift or for Acumen's message?

[And she is just going to tighten the encoding a little further to those on the force from Allen's homeworld plus Suzaku.]

Could Road have done something to us last night? Noah of dreams, right? Maybe she wasn't thrilled about Tyki getting hurt?