[Nasuti appears to be settled back into the Trooper's home. Her expression doesn't give any indication of their being cramped at all, but perhaps that was the hidden blessing of being stuck in the shelter for several days.]

There are a few things I've noticed. Forgive me if these are redundant, I'm still somewhat new, though I guess not as new as some of you who have just recently arrived.

On a lighter note, is there any sort of reading-slash-book club? I noticed several of you, the new-comers and more veteran members both, have a particular fondness for the library.

Would anyone be up for something along those lines if one is not already established? If there is one, who organizes it?

On a more serious note--well, serious unless you consider the irony of the question--

Have any of you been convicted for 'abduction' or 'kidnapping' on your list of crimes?

[If you feel like wandering into the Shelter kitchens for a midnight snack, you’ll get a bit of a surprise: there are small tea lights scattered around on counters and floors, lending the dark room a soft, warm glow, and, just beyond the doorway, there’s a techpriest seated on the floor with her legs tucked underneath her. Her head is bowed towards the room’s interior, her hands are clasped in front of her face, and she’s softly reciting a prayer. A dish of incense burning close by is lending the kitchen (and even the hallway outside) a powerfully bitter scent.]

[How long has it been since she’s blessed the kitchens? Far too long, in her opinion. And with the Sanguinala approaching quickly, purifying the equipment she’d use to cook the holy meal was of paramount importance.]

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~!))

[ You can hear the sound of rustling and rummaging around. Finally, Toph decides to express her displeasure to the network. ]

I don't see why everything had to be cleaned. It was fine just like it was! Now I can't find anything.

Hey. [Always weird starting these.] So, the Devil's Compass has a pool table now if anyone is interested. There's a dart board too, [Thinking] and we still have drinks. It's the only place outside of the club you can get alcohol.

Sasha is here tonight too, so we've got pizzas, quiche, and pie. ["Pie" might have come out slightly sighed.] So, stop in. [Should he say bye? Awkward pause. Click.]

(OOC: It's a mingle! If you want to reply directly to the video you can. Please use Sam's comment, because I'm turning off comments!)

[ 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: ]

[The Doctor has something on his mind, Marina, and it's something that he doesn't want to keep to himself. Is it important? Who knows? The Doctor could write a thesis on the significance of toothpicks if the mood struck him. What is important is that the Doctor is in the mood to share, so on goes the communicator, and he's off, following the latest tangent to get stuck in his enormous Time Lord brain.]

Spring cleaning! Well, all right, winter cleaning. It's a brilliant idea, seasonal cleaning. Spend a day or two picking up all of those odd jobs you left off doing until you can't ignore them anymore. I never do spring cleaning, or winter cleaning, or cleaning in any other season you might think of. Too domestic. I'm rubbish at domestics. Besides, have you ever tried to clean a time ship that's bigger on the inside from top to bottom? It's next to impossible. You'll forever be missing rooms that she's moved about and getting lost in the archived sections and distracted by stuff.

[Believe it or not, he actually did stop to breathe once during the entire speech, but only once. Respiratory bypass systems: they're dead useful when you don't want to stop talking long enough to top off your oxygen supply.]

[New people were arriving today. But Marie wasn't watching for them this time. There would be time for that later. She hadn't forgotten. And she didn't want to neglect them but... something had been bothering her for a few days.

So instead, she could be found in the library, acting a bit strangely. Strangely because she's never done this before. It's not clear at first glance, what it is, but there are a number of books sitting at her side. She's reading one of them, and looks pretty focused.

But then, it draws a reaction from her. A soft, kind of giddy smile as she reads through the text.]

ooc: Marie is currently going through a series of books, interested in relationships and the emotion known as love. She's trying to keep a low profile but please feel free to pester her and ask what this is all about.

[It takes him next to no time at all to figure out the communicator, and when he realises that Lilo and the others are nowhere nearby, Stitch went on a searching spree for them. He can still be found, running along, looking around frantically]

Lilo! Lilo!

[His English is awkward, obviously not his first language. Finally, annoyed with how badly his search is going, he turns the communicator on. Maybe Lilo or the others have one!

Ooooo video screen. Helpful! Scanning for his ohana and wondering which of the many here put him in here] Aka boocha... [The alien mutters under his breath, words untranslated. It's probably guessable though, since he's a newbie here. He growls a little before speaking up again] Lilo! Nani? Pleakly? Jumba? [Come ooooon, if he's here, Jumba at least has to be. Where's an evil genius scientist when you need one?]

Hello~! Say hi, Dorian! [ A shot of an unenthused white kitten cleaning itself, instead of saying Hello. ] Dorian, that's rude...

Anyhow, first of all~! Neil, your little coat is ready. I hope it fits him. I couldn't find a ball that was the same size, so it was hard to guess...

Secondly, does anyone know if Acu celebrates Christmas? Orihime-chan and I were thinking it would be fun to have a Christmas party. And earlier I was thinking about New Year's, too... I thought it'd be a fun idea. [ A thoughtful pause... Survey time? ]

If you could, what would you guys ask Santa for this year~?

private to Hikaru ▶

Hi, Hikaru~! I hate to be a nuisance, but Miwako was wondering if she could stay with you tomorrow while the shelter is being cleaned? I think you said you had your own house... I don't think I know anyone else who does. We could play ping-pong, if you'd like~

[Sector 5 sees a lot of people over the course of a day. Many live there in houses or apartment complexes; many come there to shop for food or clothing; many come there to relax and have a meal; some even come for the entertainments offered by the bowling alley, the ice rink, or the Devil's Compass.]

[Everyone who might have passed through Sector 5 today is invited to thread out a chance encounter here, or a date, or a gathering of friends. Just tell everyone where your character is and what they're doing, and go!]

[ 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.

[Video]

[Good morning, Marina. Sheik, not normally one to show much emotion, looks almost overly composed today, his face expressionless and blank - but for a hint of sadness. There's a white puppy in his lap, looking almost subdued.]

It seems that Link, the Hero of Time, has been returned to his rightful place in Hyrule.

[He pauses for a moment, stroking the puppy's soft fur almost absently.] I wish to care for the puppy in his stead. Is it permittable to switch ownership from one to another?

And finally... [And his voice takes on a definite exasperated tone, here.] I will require lodging tomorrow. I don't suppose the annual cleaning day could have occurred when it was warm enough to remain outside?

[Action]

[Later, Sheik can be found making his way down to the Pet Cafe, a wriggly puppy in his arms, so he can formally re-adopt her.]

[Well, he's hardly about to kick her out as soon as she gets settled...]

[Later, perhaps some playing in the snow in the park may be called for, Sheik's expression distant and a little pensive.]

[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.

[It took him a lot longer than it had before but it's done. And Gear sits back to happily stare at the little, oblonged robot beeping at him. The red light of the single camera flickers, almost like blinking.]

You know, as satisfying as it is to build things and know you did it right...when you're done, all you can ask yourself is: What next? And there's plenty of time to wonder around here. There is such thing as too much time, man.

[Is that some bitter-sweetness from one Gear? Maybe, but he has just the idea to fix this!]

So a question, everyone. What kind of things would you like to see in this place? Any machines Acumen hasn't built? Appliances that your world has that this place doesn't? Toys that would make this winter more fun? An automated snow-blower for your backyard? [He chuckles a little after the last part.]

[Super-genius with boredom, what madness may come of it?]

Well, now that things have settled down~

I wanted to thank those of you who helped me out during the time when I was returned to my younger form. I didn't remember any of you at the time, which was why I was confused. But thank-you for trying despite that~

[Her tail is wagging away happily. Oh, she supposes she should add, since that the newbies have just arrived...] And yes, for those of you who are new, I am a wolf~ Not everyone here looks human~! [Playful Ammy is playful and happy]

[The Doctor's been behaving himself for a change (more or less), and as the day wanes, can be found seated in the library, pouring over a stack of books. A tower of about eleven books is on his left, and two more stacks totaling twenty-four books in all are arranged to his right. The latter set of volumes constitutes the reading that he's finished in the past hour, the smaller stack being the books he still plans to complete before leaving for the night.]

[At first there is simply silence, broken by the occasional rhythmic tapping of metal on metal, Davros staring into the camera.]

There appears to have been... a misunderstanding.

[His voice has an electronic, ringing tone to it, currently calm and calculated.]

I have overlooked my list of crimes, and I object to such judgemental and base accusations!

[Davros' face paints a clear picture of barely controlled outrage, and it takes him a few seconds to bring himself to a level where he can continue, his voice, however, is still noticeably agitated.]

I do not accept this mockery of a system. On whose authority do you determine the right to imprison and restrict our movements? This AI, this... Acumen?

[He spits out the name like a bad taste, his voice now beginning to increase in pitch, taking on an almost sarcastic tone]

I am not yet ready to be carefully deposited into the nearest care home like some decrepit relic! There is important work to be done! On which note, how exactly am I to continue my activities within this facility? I can hardly perform the suggested exercise or manual labour, and my research is of the utmost importance! To have it interrupted is unacceptable!

[The camera moves to clearer show his lower body, encased in his life support. A ball and chain is haphazardly attached to it]

How many more indignities do you expect me to stand? Is it not enough that I am reduced to the state of an invalid, I must be restricted further as part of some perverse joke?

[Amy is looking directly at the communicator, face marked by a strange combination of concern and irritation.]

“Rory, River..."

[There is a slight pause, uncertain if it’s right to try to contact him given all the hassle he just went through to get a lower profile.]

“… Doctor – if anyone can hear this, please tell me what the hell is going on. This isn’t funny. Parental negligence!?"

[Amy is visibly seething.]

“This Acumen needs to get its facts straight. I won’t lie and say I’m innocent of all charges, but don’t you ever dare suggest that I willingly allowed that to happen. And how does it know all this stuff to begin with? Please don’t let this be another one of your damn personifications or whatever again, Doctor.”

[ 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?