[ Neil is dressed warmly and waiting with a cup of tea by the kitchen window. It faces the street so that he can see his guest for the day as she approaches. He's been worried about her since they have had to put off their talk for a few days, now. The man can only imagine how turbulent things must seem now for Euphie, with her brother gone, but he'll of course do anything he can to help; even if that something is just to lend an ear.

Before she can knock, he's already opening the door for her arrival, Haro peeking out from behind his feet. ]

Good morning, inmates. It is the 150th day of the third generation.

The weather will be cool today and inmates are advised to continue dressing as appropriate for the winter season for the time being.

Inmate Subaru Nakajima, the materials you requested are available for pick up at the entrance to the shelter in Sector 0.


((ooc: Also, yesterday all of the training equipment was renovated and is now much sturdier, if characters want to notice this change!))

[Oh, look, she lives after all!]

Marina—that is the people of Marina—I was wondering if anyone else had flowers in your room when you returned there after the facility-wide cleaning. [She thought everyone had gotten flowers and it was just a nice touch from Acumen, but then no one else had mentioned it, so now she's curious.]

Ah, that's all I think. [You may now continue your regularly scheduled lives.]


(OOC: I should probably mention, that you did not. No flowers for you!)

Card game tonight. Devil's Compass. We don't have money so you might want to dress in layers. [Were you just invited? Was this supposed to be private to someone? Am I asking questions that won't be answered?]

[Also, if you're nearby you just saw her walk through that tree without looking up. Alarming.]

[Link is picking up a piece of wadded paper and shaking it at you. Yes, YOU! Littering is despicable!]

I strongly suggest with the cleaning only a few days complete everyone should do their part to keep it in excellent condition. If we are to be in prison we might as well be in a pristine prison.

[Ew, he's holding someone else's trash. Is that gum?]