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[ Just less than a day before the Talent Show and right after comes the prom. The invites have been delivered to the Post Office first thing that morning -- that was the first order of the day. The second one was to look for something matching to wear with Hiling.

The third, he was somewhat expecting, but is always a pleasant surprise. He thinks he does owe Jeanne the favor of helping her choose something as well, after him asking her to pick a tie for him... ]


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Good day, Marina.

I would like to inquire as to who is now taking care of Trés Magnifique -- the fashion boutique opened by Josak Guerrière, as I will be requesting for a bit of help with regards to clothing alterations.

Thank you most kindly for your time.
 

[Revive is at the convenience store before going home after work. Hiling would be coming over later and he wanted to have food for when she arrived. His kitchen was pretty much cleaned out at the moment. So he is wandering through the convenience store looking at the different food products, trying to decide on something to get that she might like. She wasn't exactly the easiest person to buy for]

[He pauses in front of the frozen foods, staring at them the glass. It would be easier]

But she'd probably able to tell.

[Well, that was disappointing]

[ooc: sorry about spamming with him tonight ^^;;]

So, does anyone here have money? [Allen is very relaxed this evening, reclining on his couch with his dog and playing idly with a woman's wallet between his fingers]

Of course there isn't any money in this place. It's all just worthless pieces of paper and lumps of metal, since everything is free. But I'm curious if anyone still has their wallets from when they first arrived, and what might be in them. We probably have a lot of different currency here, when you actually think about it.

I want to -- compare.

[and possibly con you into giving it to him! ♥ ]

[Subaru is the familiar face on screen, in early afternoon. He fidgets, but overall, he's getting better at these public broadcasts. Behind him, there's the distinct appearance of a kitchen, and... some smoke. If you squint, you might be able to see what looks like a muffin pan, with lumps of something black and smoking inside of it. They might have been muffins. "Muffins" might be a stretch now, however.]

A-ah... I was just wondering, if... anyone had any idea how to... make desserts? E-easy ones? I, um, I tried to make blueberry muffins, but they... [he hesitates, flushing a little bit and casting a look behind him.] They didn't turn out. All four times. I don't want to waste anymore blueberries.

U-um, recipes with fruit are the best! [let's not talk about his fail anymore!] Thank you very much!

[and then he bows at the feed, before cutting it off. If you happen to be in the house at this time of day, you may have smelled the tell-tale smell of smoke (which can also be known as "Subaru tried to cook again"). Feel free to come investigate. At least he made sure to put the fire out before it destroyed the stove.]

LETTER RECIPIENTS

• Nakama: a letter from the Wayward Vagabond.
  
  MASS MAILERS
  
• To everyone: an invitation to the Marina Academy Promenade.
  
  NEW PENPAL MATCHUPS
  
• Sasha & Buffy

[There is something different, today.]

[The intrepid mail lady moves through the dome at high speed, working to deliver each and every bit of mail entrusted to her care. For today, PM travels upon MISS IRIS RAINBOWROAD, her brand new mail trike! It is unpainted for now, but PM doesn't even care. She's having a blast.]

[And, for once when it comes to these things, she is not responsible for the vehicle's name.]

[Click here for pen pal signups. Mail submissions for Day 131 go here!]

[There is a girl in a tree. She's not very high, but she still looks proud of herself. Her sandals are lying on the ground at the trunk as she leans back against the bark, looking out over the park. The long pink hair doesn't exactly blend in with her surroundings.]

[Private video to Cross]
Cross? I was wondering if you had a moment. [She doesn't sound worried or serious. She's just studiously polite before breaking into the topic.]

Uh, hey... [everybody.] Slow night at the [Pause, because why does he work here again?] Devil's Compass. So, all drinks half off. [Weak laughter. It's funny because everything is free and, okay, maybe it's not that funny.] We're in Sector 5. Just look for the sign.

Oh, right. It's a bar in case you weren't familiar.

Dean, Cas, you know where it is. [Hint. Hint. Nudge. Nudge. There are things to talk about. Lots of things.]