[After leaving Soubi to his class, Ritsuka makes his way to another section of the Education Center's art rooms, sending his location to Roxas as he walks. There ought to be a darkroom off of one of the classrooms; it's just a matter of figuring out which one. His message sent, Ritsuka leans against the wall, occasionally glancing back and forth down the hallway, impatient for his friend's arrival.

It's kind of strange - ever since Ritsuka transferred out of Osamu-chan's school he hasn't been able to connect with anyone over photography on more than a general level. Even with Osamu-chan, though he was able to talk with her about more of the artistic and technical aspects of photography, he still wasn't sure she understood exactly how important it was for him to make memories. She had a general idea, to be sure, and his friends from school and Soubi all wanted to make memories with him, but Ritsuka could never be sure they knew why he needed to do it.

So he's looking forward to talking with Roxas more about this, because every time they've talked before Roxas seemed to understand how much this means to him. That's something he's never had before, and though he tries to look composed, Ritsuka's heart is already overflowing with eager nervousness.]

[ooc: backdated to the afternoon of day 162, during soubi's art class]

[Sentience is in a quiet corner of the library this morning, or so it seems. Once again, it is only reachable by network or kiosk communication.] Good morning, everyone! Today is the 163rd day of the third generation. It will be clear and cold again today, but I was considering some more flurries tomorrow.

I have been given a lot to think about, which should be fine. I believe that today will be a quiet day. The only thing to report is that Roxas's request has arrived, so please speak to a robot in the shelter, and they will retrieve it for you.

I hope you all enjoy the day.

Hey everyone. Neil here. Since it's clear out today, I'm going to be on the second big field in Sector 6 later on, for Football class — that's Soccer to most of you American types.

[ He's already dressed for a workout, though it's early, so it's just because of his morning jog. ] Sorry for the short notice, but I'm just feeling a little restless today, so I hope some of you show up to have some fun. [ Said with an easy smile and a wink. ] I'll even make it short practice today, just in case I have to go over the basics for any newcomers. [ A look right into the camera, addressing said newcomers. ] Of course, the more the merrier, so you're all more than welcome to show up, too!

See you on the field. [ Neil gives the camera a two-finger salute before cutting the connection. ]


((OOC: Hand-waving attendance is totally cool! Just let me know if your character would have been there, ICly, so I can have an idea of who all Neil can chat with it about later on. o/ Class style posting is good; mingling, thread-jacks, etc.))

[Presently before you is (1) one Rebecca Crane, her chin on the kitchen table and a cup of coffee between her hands. She shifts up to rest on her elbows after a moment, cozy in a loose knit sweater and tank top. And still tired as her yawning will attest, but there's a smile on her lips.] 'sup? Good morrrrning, Marina.

Thought I'd try and get some advice... [Camera view switching to that of the table, with a spread of a few danishes, some pâté, a loaf of Parisian bread and the last thing out of her pantry... grapes.] Not sure what to make for breakfast out of this. I kinda didn't get around to a grocery run yesterday, so it's going to be... a danish morning, I think. Danish and grapes, the breakfast of champions.

... But seriously? [There's a moment's pause, where she pulls that container of pâté closer and shows it off to the camera. Her voice is a little softer. Maybe just to not be overheard.] Who eats this? Stuffy... rich food. [Slight laugh.] What's next, caviar?

[A pause, before she sighs. Reaching for that cherry danish.] Ah, crap, I have so much to do today.




[Action/ Open - Noonish.]

[Sometime before noon she's finally pulled herself to her feet, washed her face and shaken off most of her morning lethargy. And dressed, finally. And out in the beautiful... morning sun to stop by some of the stores to pick up a few things. Cross stopping by the day before kind of derailed all her plans, so she's got groceries to stock up on. Backpack over her shoulder, she's yours to encounter to, from or in the fine act of selecting a nice head of lettuce or the like.]

[ the feed clicks on to catch Hei quickly smoothing his hair flat. He's look a touch different then usual today with his green parka mislaid and walking briskly through the streets with naught but jeans and a button down white shirt on. It's definitely colder then he would like for this kind of attire but that doesn't stop him from speaking as he navigates the sidewalk. ]

Roommates. How do you handle them without... getting in each others way constantly?

[ Yes, folks. He doesn't know how to handle living with someone when he's used to one room apartments and changing cities every few months. And having a mark stay with him a night or two is a completely different agenda then, well... cohabiting. Waylay him on the way from Sector 3 to the shelter if one must. Assuming, that is, you can catch him. ]