[ The Sanguinala celebrations took a tad longer than expected, but Kohran did promise to Setsuna that she will see him so she can meet his "friend". At least, she had controlled her alcohol intake this time 'round, and some hot milk tea at the coffee shop seemed like a good idea.

While waiting, looking out the window, she idly wondered as to where Dani is -- another person she hadn't heard from in a while. One by one they were leaving... ]
 

Nena Trinity has returned, and this time Michael has arrived as well.

[Short. To the point. He wouldn't expect a response from anyone who didn't want to. He was just warning everyone so there weren't any surprises later followed by angry misunderstandings like last time. Though, it wasn't like Nena and Michael had been very secretive about their arrival.

His tone also left no question as to his feelings on the matter. He was not a happy camper.]

[ On the video screen: an expression-less gold-plated robot, who adjusts the focus of the video several times, fussily. ]

Hello. Hello, is this thing on? [ He taps it. ] All right. [ He straightens proudly. ] I am C-3PO, human-cyborg relations. I am a... recent arrival to this planet and only seek to be of assistance to the residents here. I am fluent in over six billion forms of communication and would be glad to assist in issues of protocol and diplomacy.

[ And then he sighs -- or at least, it sounds like a sigh, even though he doesn't have real lungs. ] Oh, what's the use? I'm sure I'll be in pieces before morning.

[ On that despairing note, he turns the video off. ]

Good morning, Marina! [Have a very smiley pink haired girl on your video feed!] For anyone I haven’t met, I’m Lacus Clyne and I’m very glad to meet you.

It seems as though we’re all going to be in the shelter today, so we should make the best of things. I was thinking that we should get together and have a big winter banquet! Anyone who wants to help cook should please feel free to come to the kitchens and assist, and if not you should still come and enjoy the food with us.

Dinner will be served at 5 in the main cafeteria, and after that maybe we could have fun playing games and watching movies together. I hope everyone has a good day, and I hope to see everyone at the feast!

[A few minutes later]

I just learned that today is also Ritsuka’s birthday! To celebrate there will be a cake and some special desserts and decorations. [as many decorations as they can find without access to the store.] Everyone please, stop by to wish him a happy birthday!

***
((OOC Notes: Mingle post, open to all! Reply to Lacus by [video] or there are several action options: [cooking] any time before 5pm ICly, [dinner] a huge buffet of almost anything you could want, or [after dinner] for card games, board games, and movies throughout the cafeteria and nearby common rooms! Your character is in no way obligated to be at all of these, but they could be if you want~

Also! A link to Ritsuka’s birthday party will be added once it goes up. There will be cake and lots of special desserts and pretty decorations in one area of the cafeteria.

If anyone wants to intentionally or unintentionally sabotage the food, please contact me OOCly before you do so. Thanks and ENJOY!))

[Frederick is out of the borrowed room with the announcements and has determined that he is going to figure out where his friends are in the shelter. Meeting others wouldn't be such a bad thing either. Never mind the fact that Frederick took off without anyone else...

So Frederick is rolling around the hallways of the Shelter, peeking around corners and into the common rooms. Unfortunately haros aren't very good at stealth. He pauses in his quest to look around]

Hello? Hello?

[ooc: Frederick, Lyle's haro, is out exploring. Feel free to encounter him anywhere in the shelter. Lyle can also join later in the thread if you want, but for now, just the haro]

[ video; filtered from Tieria ]

Good day. This is just a small request and reminder...

Mew! Mew!

No, Spot... [ ahh, getting batted by a tiny kitty who wants to play ;A; ] —Wait. [ He closes his eyes, raising an open hand gently as if to gesture, "PAUSE, PAUSE" to his little friend there. (He's sorry, Spot. ;; He can't play now.) Though, poor Setsuna looks tired. What has he been doing until now? ]

Today is Tieria Erde's birthday. [ And raising a photograph of his pretty best friend— ] If you know him, please send him a wish. [ ... especially you, C.B. people. :'D ]

Mew! Mew~ Mew~ [ ffff ]

[ Though, Setsuna shortly comes up with an idea, and folds open his milk carton. Upon catching the sweet scent of milk, Spot walks over to it and starts drinking it contentedly. Afterwards, the kitty happily jumps unto Setsuna's head, and just kind of nests there! ... Well, at least he's relaxed now. ]


[ action ]

[ Setsuna was secretly busy ever since last night, preparing everything that he needed for this evening's dinner. While Tieria is out, he does the final arrangements, running about back and forth all around their apartment.

Checking on the food, doing a little extra cleaning... And all this time, Spot remains nested on his head. Anyway, he didn't forget anything, right? ]


[ ooc | Action is closed to Tieria and Moji. But! If your character wishes to personally drop by at their apartment, they can do so. (Just in case anyone wants to talk to Tieria to wish him happy birthday/give him a present/whatever.) No need for permission, just indicate so. ♥ Setsuna might even invite them to stay for the birthday dinner.

edit; Tieria mun said that Tieria will now be answering birthday greetings or such in this post. Feel free to call him here! All calls meant for Setsuna are automatically filtered from Tieria, still. But if it's directed at Tieria, then Tieria will answer. c: ]

[Graham's expression is serious, and understandably so. There's quite a lot to think about right now, and a lot to take in.]

To any comrades of mine who may have been brought alongside me here: this is Captain Graham Aker. I ask that you contact me as soon as possible.

[He would have ended this post right there, but he's been struck with another thought.]

To anyone else who may be listening... Do you accept this place as your rightful punishment? Or have you been wrongly imprisoned?

Would you say this is adequate justice?

Good morning, inmates. It is the 144th day of the third generation. More inmates will be integrated into the facility today, so please be aware of this disruption as you go about your day.

Today, the annual cleaning process begins. Again, the first stage requires an evacuation of the shelter for 24 hours to allow for thorough cleansing and maintenance. Please be prepared to relocate during this time period. It is not optional.

Those who require alternate housing for the night are encouraged to make their way to Sector 5. The bots will lead you to an appropriate apartment building with adequate accommodations.

[This especially applies to new arrivals, and all new arrivals who are restrained will not be given a choice.]

Inmate Hiling Care, the items you requested are available for pick up at the entrance to the shelter in Sector 0.

LETTER RECIPIENTS

• Alucard: a letter from Orihime Inoue.
  
• Roxas: a letter from Kitty Pryde (the younger).
  
  PACKAGE RECIPIENTS
  
• Lyle Dylandy: a package from Orihime Inoue.
  
• Sasha: a package from Buffy Summers.
  
  DEAD HELD LETTER OFFICE
  
• Jennifer Shibuya: a letter from MOMO.

[Even if it weren't for the hubbub around the impending Shelter cleaning, PM is having a hard time settling back into her normal routine. It's not that delivering mail is any less satisfying than it was before she gained new memories, but despite her best efforts, the mail lady/queen's thoughts wander to heavier problems universes away.]

[Still, one thing grounds her. Jennifer's disappearance is disappointing enough that she pauses and sighs outside the Shibuya residence, but she hopes for a hasty return. After all, it's not as though Jennifer is really gone. She tucks the letter away safely and plans on getting MOMO a new penpal in the meantime.]

[Click here for pen pal signups. Mail submissions for Day 144 go here!]

[ action; sector 5 ]

[ It's lunch time, Setsuna is peacefully eating at a ramen shop, with open books surrounding him. Occasionally, he writes something down on his notebook.

As usual, he has that strange, pensive glance. Though, as it is winter, he looks rather drowsy from the cold. The sleepy set of eyes is probably most obvious. ]


[ video; filtered from Tieria no spoilers for you, Erde-san ]

Good afternoon.

[ lol, hi. There, again in sight, a milk carton on the table among the pile of books. This is not expected at all!!

But nevermind about that, maybe that notebook page full of crossed-out ideas is more eye-catching. ]

Marina Asylum. How do you determine an appropriate "birthday present" for someone?


[ video; private to Lyle ]

Lyle. Are you occupied at the moment?

If you are not, I would us to meet at Sector 5.

Hello. [She didn't sleep much last night. The announcement could wait, but she doesn't think it's going to get easier, so sue pushes ahead. She wants to be strong for his sake. To make him proud of the way she's handling his business in his absence and so that Suzaku and Nunnally won't have to worry about her too. She can be there for them instead.]

I regret to tell you all Lelouch vi Britannia has left Marina.

I will be taking over all his administrative duties at the school. Literature and Philosophy classes will be put on hold until a replacement can be found. If anyone is interested in teaching one or both classes or taking up teaching cooking, art or any other subjects we don't currently offer, please contact me. Thank you for your time.

Setsuna! Stop stealing my cigarettes! Damnit! It's not cool!

[ooc: Someone's having unintentional withdrawal because of Setsuna. He meant to send this just to Setsuna... Have fun]

[Not having Lyle home last night, combined with Anew's irritation (she can't really call it anger), resulted in a lot of baking. Her kitchen is so full of cakes and pastries and cookies that they're bleeding into the small dining room and even the living room coffee table -- where one of them has a distinctly haro-shaped dent in the top. At least the resulting pictures improved her mood.]

[Sighing, she slides the third loaf of bread into the oven and decides she's going to have to make a trip to get rid of all this stuff. The shelter certainly could use some of them, and maybe the coffee shop? At least they won't go to waste.]


((OOC: You can catch Anew on her way to the shelter common rooms or the coffee shop with a cart full of impressive looking baked goods! Castmates and boyfriends who need to APOLOGIZE, ahem, can go ahead and see her at home. ~_^ ))

[ When the broadcast starts, the camera is propped up on a shelf in a closet. There is a small hill of cloth that blocks the bottom half of the video, but what can be seen is the top of someone's back. It must be a woman's, because of the straps of a black sports bra that can be seen -- well, it's either that, or Neil has started cross-dressing.

And people will recognize it's Neil (or Lyle, to those less observant) because of the distinctive long brown hair, or just in the voice that calls out. This was not an accident. ] Alright, Marina. You win. [ His voice sounds a bit... higher. A touch softer. Though it could be because he sounds like he's in a great mood. ] This is hands-down the weirdest thing to ever happen to me.

[ He turns then, to face the camera, and it's then clear what he was talking about. His lean, muscled chest has two new additions held back by that black top, there are distinct curves to the hips and waist showing above the belt of his jeans, and there are even subtle changes to the angle of his chin, nose, and--

No, that casually amused grin is still his, even with slightly fuller lips. ] How long do you think I'll be like this? A day? Two? [ A little laugh. He grabs a light blue shirt off of another shelf and pulls it on. It's a little tight for obvious reasons. ] ...think I should get a new wardrobe? Lacus' dresses aren't exactly my style.

[ Then, hands on his hips, he twists so he can look down at his backside. ] At least the jeans still fit. [ If quite snug. ]


((OOC: Open to action for anyone at home, or visitors. There are decorations outside, so trick-or-treating is encouraged -- but Big Sis Neil will only be passing out homemade goods and none of the tainted candies.))

[A bit before "sunset," a softly smiling Lacus appears in the video.]

Good evening, Marina. Thanks to an inmate request, tonight we are going to observe a lovely meteor shower in the night sky using the star projector. I have arranged viewing areas on the beach with some light refreshments. However, you should be able to see the meteors from anywhere in the dome.

If anyone would like to see star patterns or other sky-scenes from their own worlds, please don't hesitate to contact me. If you have photos or descriptions I can make a program for the projector quite easily.

I hope everyone has a pleasant evening.

( And about a half-hour after dark... )

[ action ]

[ Currently in a front of a convenience store, Setsuna stands there with a faintly blank expression. But if one can look harder, he's actually pondering about something.

Pondering. While drinking out of a milk carton.

He's thinking about what he could practice cooking for breakfast today. He's getting sick of butter and toast. Plus, it's about time that he moved on from just toasting bread. ]

Hm.

[ A light glance to the side, he notices one of the bots pass by peacefully. He would ask the bot for thoughts, but... they don't even eat. It would feel silly.

... He'll just make a short network inquiry instead. Afterwards, he can properly shop for what he needs. ]


[ video ]

[ Setsuna slightly lowers his milk carton down. Though, the straw is still visible in view. The background clearly displays the front of the convenience store. He remains with that unchanged expression. ]

Marina Asylum. Good morning.

[...] I wish to inquire: What is your preferred breakfast?

[ and a tinier voice, while eyeing to the side (he didn't mean to mumble this one): ] Do the bots eat?

[Lyle's used to someone else being in the bed with him so he is completely unaware that something was different as he sleeps. He should have been considering something had changed quite a bit between when he had fallen asleep with Anew and now. For the moment though, he is blissfully unaware]

[ooc: closed to Anew and Subaru]

[Lyle spends a few minutes making some notes on the board, making it a bit easier for the students. Frederick is sitting on the desk watching Lyle write, flapping periodically. Economics isn't exactly the most exciting of the classes offered, but he still takes the class seriously. He makes the notes on the board to take up some time until class starts and the students file in and take their seats as well as for Tieria to come in.

When it is time to start, he turns to address the class] Alright. Let's begin.

[ooc: characters can tag for either before, during, or after the class]

[The woman who shows up on your screen this time Marina, looks upset. In many ways. At times it may appear clear that she is torn about this whole situation.]

I will only say this once - my name is Soma Peries. I don't care why I've been brought here. I accepted the weight of my crimes long ago. But why should I be punished here? You are not the ones with the right to place judgment. [No, that was the people that she had hurt. Back home. But even so...]

I ask you now... who are you all, and why are you here? [Her voice is a bit cold and calculating like the ex-soldier she is, but there's a hint of the well-meant concern and curiosity there, buried underneath her harsh exterior.]

And... Allelujah Haptism... if you can hear this... [Clearly she's not pleased, or comfortable with this at all, hesitating a bit. She huffs.] ...don't make her worry. [The same as 'don't make me worry', but Soma won't admit that.]

So it's true...

[At first all that broadcasts is a soft, thoughtful male voice, but this is soon followed by a delicate young face framed by shaggy golden brown hair. Anyone who saw Nakama's picture of the pilots hanging in her living room just might recognise him. His eyes are gentle, totally unfrightened, and he speaks with a measured calm that doesn't seem to be at all forced.]

Hello, everyone. My name is Kunihiko Moji, and I just got here. I'd like to thank the people who made the basket and the pamphlet, since they've helped me figure out most of what's happened, but I do have a question for anyone who might have more information on these doubles who were apparently sent to replace us? Any help would be appreciated.

[A brief pause, and then, a bit more seriously:] And if any of my friends are here, I'd like to talk to you. I think there's something you should know.