[Moji feels restless. He's not claustrophobic, nor does he mind crowds, but an enclosed space does tend to pinch after awhile when it's the only option. So in the absence of anything else to do, he's walking Mochi up and down the hallways of the shelter, harnessed and leashed and garnering all kinds of stares and the occasional petting. For Mochi, of course.]

[ If anyone was paying attention they may have seen a blue shadow shifting restlessly throughout the shelter in some poor attempt to get some space. Too many people in one place for his liking. Eventually the teen alien gave up and found some place somewhat comfortable at least, tucking himself off on one side of the common room, perched on the arm of the couch that was closest to the wall. He didn't care that there was a bunch of potential non-smokers all crammed in one spot. He NEEDED some damn nicotine to calm his nerves and he didn't give a rats ass if they didn't like it. So he lit up without a second thought and took a much needed drag off that death stick ] ((ooc: Also feel free to run into him anywhere at the shelter. He's restless.))

Hey! Stop pushing, already. [the camera view is bouncing, but manages to show Komui being prodded by one of Acumen’s bots.] We were almost done! Just a few more adjustments.

[Gear is also being pushed, but mostly off screen] Come on, dude, we were right outside! It’s not like we were making a run to the rec center!

You’re standing in the way of scientific progress! This will not -- ow, stop that. I’m going, yeesh.

Dude, this bites. Hey--don’t poke the helmet!

It’s ridiculous is what it is -- hey, watch it! Stupid thing, who programmed you anyway? [Komui rubs at his rump, annoyed]

For real. [Gear’s glaring off in the direction of the bots, rubbing the sore spot on his back where it kept poking him] You’d think they would at least have let us turn it off.

[paaause] So... we fixed that power problem, didn’t we?

...Come on, bro, it only had enough power to last a few hours, right? [shrug. nothing too big just a foot or two.]

Well, yeah... before my adjustments... [ehehehe.... oops?] Well! There’s plenty of supplies in the shelter...

Wait. What? It can still be turned off right? [Ko, bro, you did not just say that.]

I think so! And anyway, if two feet of snow is fun, a little more would be extra fun! [who can argue with that?]

[The look on Gear’s face? They may have a problem. But he shakes it off with an uneasy laugh.] Yeah, right, it’ll turn off. It’s not like a few hours will overload it or anything. [He’s sounding a lot more confident than he is.]

((OOC: Komui’s dialogue is regular text, Gear’s dialogue is in green.

Snowed-in event is go! Starting tonight, massive amounts of heavy snow will be distributed everywhere, courtesy of Richie/Gear and Komui’s little snafoo. By the time the bots agree to let anyone out of the shelter, there’ll be between 8 and 10 feet of wet snow blocking you in. Enjoy, and don't forget to thank Komui and Gear for the lovely surprise~!))