[It's been a long day. Allelujah has been trying to make sure Akito, Agito, and Lind aren't dwelling too much on the loss of Kaito and Gazelle, and... well. He needs to take a break for himself at some point, right?]

[So he sits here outside the house, looking up at the false sky. It's getting dark... but he doesn't mind. It's kind of peaceful like this. Who would have thought you could get such peace in a prison? Even Hallelujah is relatively quiet right now.]

[After making his requests to Acumen, Zero walks around the dome to do some thinking. As typical of late, he finds himself in front of the pet cafe. Permission had been granted allowing him to choose a pet from within. Still, the act of actually entering the cafe and picking one out wasn't something he was quite ready to do.

Back leaning against the corner of one of the windows, Zero looked out over Marina as the fingers of one of his hands slid slowly across the glass. To most onlookers it would appear as if Zero wasn't paying attention at all to the chaos left in his wake on the other side of the glass. Four kittens of various shades clambered over themselves to capture the hand, knocking each other over in the process.

A little tiger striped brown kitten clamped down on the ear of the orange kitten, eliciting a painful yelp from the orange kitten. Zero removed his hand and buried it into the trench coat he was wearing, the kittens suddenly vocalizing their upset with his removal of their toy as they pawed at the glass behind him.]

[His selfishness told him to keep it to himself - it was more important to keep his secrets than to protect others - but eventually his good nature won out. This has to be done.]

Hello, I'd like to speak to someone from the Defense Force. Particularly if there's anyone who keeps any sort of record of the more dangerous people here. Thanks.

[He keeps his voice level and businesslike, and uses voice rather than video, in the hopes of keeping away acquaintances who might assume the worst. Did it work?]

((ooc: sorry for the double post today, but he insisted on getting this done right away. won't happen again!))

[Rose is standing out in the snow, face turned up to the sky. She's wrapped up in a colourful scarf wound several times around her neck. She's got a hat on and a fluffy coat. Her hands are buried in her pockets. When she breathes her breath wafts out in a cloud.]

Anyone know which planet's stars we're lookin' at? I mean, I'm assumin' they can put just 'bout any of 'em up there or they could make up their own.

LETTER RECIPIENTS

• Kunihiko Moji: a letter from Kohran Li.
  
• Jeanne Francaix: a letter from Hikaru Hitachiin.

[PM steps out into the snow for the day's route, clothed well against the cold.]

[Although she doesn't exactly look different, the former mendicant certainly carries herself differently. She stands taller thanks to the disappearance of her habitual slouch, and she looks markedly wiser and calmer as she takes in the sights of the prison with different eyes. Still, despite the change in demeanor, the mail is going to get where it needs to go in as much a timely fashion as ever.

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Out of curiosity, does anyone have experience with alternate realities, transdimensional displacement, and pandimensional travel? I've been there and done that on all accounts, but I'm curious to know how much of a common denominator that is within the prisoner population.

[ tampering with time and other realities is, after all, one of his listed crimes. angel is also not an expert on the scientific how to of dimensional go betweening. he's just regurgitating things fred said that were committed to memory a long time ago. the mystical and supernatural end of that spectrum is more where his expertise lies.

and later in the day, angel can be found in the training hall, going through some tai chi forms. ]