LETTER RECIPIENTS

• Orihime: a letter from Alucard.
  
  MASS MAILERS
  
• To Yuta Takizawa, Alma Karma, Ava Wilson, Sakura Kinomoto, Wayward Vagabond, Jennifer Shibuya, and Rogue: a package from Kamui (Fuuma Monou).
  
  PACKAGE RECIPIENTS
  
• Kohran Li: a package from Kunihiko Moji.
  
• Kamui Shirou: a package from Kamui (Fuuma Monou).

[It's a strange day. The post office, in the morning, was empty, still, and quiet.]

[When at last came the staff to operate and deliver the mail, PM was entirely absent. And again, during the late afternoon route, no PM.]

[The volunteers bustle about, though, making sure that the day's mail is delivered despite her self-imposed, day-long vacation at home. Not that it is much of a vacation to her. Still, she is not entirely missing, as she converses with her volunteers on the network, in private channels and in brief exchanges.]

[Volunteers on duty will be linked in this post if they want to have open action threads!

Duo Maxwell
Miranda]

[Again, sorry for my fail in not sending these out last week, orz. Click here for pen pal signups. Mail submissions for Day 142 go here!]

[ This lady is dressed warmly, hood of her heavy green cloak pulled down to her shoulders, white knitted scarf around her neck. In a jovial but determined voice, she calls out -- ]

Touma Hashiba.

I am hereby calling you out on plans we have made over the last baseball match -- that on the day of the first snowfall, we shall have a snowball fight.

Where would you like for us to duel?


(( OOC Please Read : This post is so very open to all! I would like to draw your attention to the ooc plotting thread in the case your character wants to join in, and the fight will be postponed for better organization on another day. If you feel like handwaving your character voicing their interest, please respond to the ooc thread, or leave an ooc tag here. ))
 

[Agito's in a foul mood after yesterday. After being put through being forced into a younger form and being dragged around by his other, and now the fact that it's newbie day, a day he despises, the dark is not in the best of moods at all. He can be found tearing through Sectors 3 and 4 on his AT, just restraining himself from destroying something. He's not that far gone, and he's not stupid enough to bring Acumen's wrath done on him. The small scars his AT leave behind are enough as it is]

Fucking hell, it's always the same here. [The sound of his AT can be heard whirring in the background] Stupid shit like yesterday happens, and now the bunch of new shits who sound all the same. Stop fucking whining about being brought here, useless idiots.

Why is this place so fucking boring? [It's easy to tell he's irritated. He has energy to burn and no one to take it out on. The shark is bored as hell. It's not really a good thing]


((OOC: Feel free to use this to call Akito or Lind as well, if they need to be contacted))

[A tired-looking Ukitake is on his way to the shops in Marina, intent on procuring a few supplies in advance of the snow. He's bundled warmly in several layers of clothing, once again wearing traditional Japanese garments suited to his status as head-of-house for a noble family of minor standing. He's in search of some additional blankets, a fresh supply of tea, and a few medicaments that should help him to endure some of the difficulties the colder weather might cause him due to his already poor health.]

[ooc: Hiatus, might lag, but aiming to meet activity. :) Thanks for being patient.]

[For those of you in the Noblesse household, you may be rudely jolted from your daily activities by a very loud, high-pitched shriek coming from the second floor.

For those paying attention to the network, you will be greeted by a very panicked and very female face, speaking in a voice several pitches higher than normal.]

D-did anyone suddenly turn into a girl?! These....these aren't real, are they?

[And if anyone is at all confused as to what 'these' might be referring to, his look downwards should clear that right up.]

((ooc: action is open to housemates, if they'd like! also, val is too lazy to make icons, so shinwoo looks something like this.)

What's Halloween? There are lots of people talking about it and going trick or treating, but I don't know what those things are. Is that the reason that Akuaku gave out these baskets of candy? They're pretty yummy, but I don't think I like them. After I ate one, everything became bigger! Now, my clothes don't fit me anymore.

[For those wandering around the park, you'll see a pink-haired toddler sitting on the ground and wearing clothes that are too big for her tiny frame. Somehow, the toddler manages to set the communicator to her lap before glaring at the candy wrappers littering the ground. Not to far from her, stands a basket full of candy that seems to be missing a few sweets]

[Have a video of a ten-year-old girl who might look familiar to those who know Zelda. Yup, she had one of those strawberry gummies, and as a result, all her clothes are now too big for her. Which is why you only get to see her face in this video. She captures just enough so that people will recognize her, since her voice is now that of a child's.]

Are there any women who would be willing to do me a favor?

[Guys are free to respond, of course, but she won't be asking what she needs from them.]

[See a Fuuma, once again taking over a kitchen in the shelter to make a great big mess and not have to clean it up himself. Because he is lazy. More importantly, he's got ten large pumpkins, and some carving tools - the kid friendly kind, save for maybe one big sharp kitchen knife. There is also two bowls, one for pumpkin guts, and another for seeds. Why waste them when you can toast them and eat them, right? Right. He also managed to get a book of patterns to carve, for those not-artistic people like himself.]

Since Halloween's tomorrow, I thought it might be fun to carve some Jack-o-lanterns. I've got ten pumpkins, so I wouldn't mind some company. Or you can just take one home, if you'd like.

[Five days since his... minor argument with Karen, and his hands are healed completely. Now he just has to wait two more days. And then...]


((OOC: Open to everyone! Also if you want to do mingle-y things, that's more than welcome, I don't mind. But he does only have ten pumpkins, so first come, first serve.))

[ 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?

[good evening, Marina! As the artificial sun cruises on towards the artificial horizon and the shadows begin to lengthen, someone has finally finished setting up a small table outside of a lovely home in Sector 4. On the table, several different kinds of autumn vegetables, including beets, carrots, turnips, and and cabbage, are carefully arranged. The garden, seen behind the table, takes up what was once the large front lawn of the house. Around the base of the table sit a collection of ripe, orange pumpkins (of course).]

[WV is standing behind the table, wearing a beaming smile despite his arm still bandaged in its sling. He addresses the communicator:]

Greetings, fellow denizens of this prison! My garden was first begun and subsequently tended to in an effort to lead a more self-sufficient existence. I trust that you will all be inspired by its successful Earth cool-season yield. Please, do visit and admire the vegetables, and select some to consume in your homes.

[ His morning was a complete and absolute nightmare— heck, nightmare doesn't even begin to describe it.

Trying to pry his mind off upsetting flashbacks, Wolfram headed to the butterfly pavilion for a stroll. As he wanders through the location he remembers something he has been putting off for a while: He had, more or less, agreed to meet a certain someone some time ago. That thought wasn't particularly pleasant either, but dealing with Jennifer was much preferable than thinking of the creep he woke up next to. A date hadn't been specified but he is sure that if he were to contact her, she would gladly make a room on her agenda for him.

Unsure of what to expect or what he should even say, without much thought he clicks a small sequence of buttons on the communicator. ]

[ Voice | Private to Jennifer ]

Good morning, Mrs. Shibuya.
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{{ ooc: Feel free to run into him if your character is nearby :] }}

[ Good morning Marina~!

Were you sleeping alone last night? Well now you have company!

Were you sleeping with someone? Well, you're still sleeping with someone, but maybe you'd like to give it a look-see, before you get too comfortable.

Are you sure this is your room? You might want to check though -- who knows if you're using the same design of lampshade or if your bed really is set up against the wall...

Whether you are in your own room or not, one thing's for certain, you're in for a surprise this morning! ]


(( OOC: Many pardons for the late, but here be your Morning After Prank all-purpose post! Do your threads here if you are so inclined, or make your network freak-out posts~ Have fun!

ETA: I have used the reveal table as a handy Thread Index. I'll update this as the event rolls along [last updated: 22 October, 12:40 p.m. EST] ))
 

[It may be early, but Cloud looks like he's been up for a few hours at least. He's already dressed in his usual black ensemble, sans sword harness, and his hair is as tamed as it ever gets (in effect, it looks like he let a bird style it and then gelled the result into place).]

I've been hearing about the Defense Force since I got here, and I'd like to know more. Anything you can tell me, really.

[There's a flicker of static before the image comes into focus. not that it's much of an important image. No, it's a sleepy eyed, dark haired woman peering into what has to be the camera on her device.]

Hullo. I have a question, and a few things to clear up, too.

[She pulls back to show that she's sitting at a small desk, a mug between her cupped hands.]

Let me get some things straight. One, you kidnap me and drag me here because of crimes I've committed. Okay... alright, that, I can see. Two, we're fed and kept pretty nicely, but it's still prison, or whatever. Gotta admit, I wouldn't expect that from being locked up or anything, but the place is nice enough.

[And now she leans back in, favoring the camera with a mildly put upon look.]

That's all well and good, except the whole locked away part, but I just have one question.

Is it really so hard to get some decent coffee around here?

Upon entering Sector 4, the very large tent that stands framed by the beach is quickly noticeable. Closer, one can see colors dancing upon the white sheets, like opalesque spires under the moving onyx sky. As you enter one of the wings of the tents, grass give way to wooden flooring, and chains of white blossoms and gold ribbons line the sides. The open dance floor in the center bids one to look up to whimsical white-gold lamps, balls of light dancing in seas of violet, blue, green and pink organza. The fabrics fall down pillars adorned with leaves and flowers. Tables set in white and gold with jewel toned flowers sit at the four wings surrounding the dance floor.

... but it is far too early to take a seat. Smile and greet your fellow attendee, take the hand of a friend, and dance to the music.



There are large tables with finger foods and punch (not spiked -- save it for the after-party!), and very little space near the walls (sorry, wallflowers! You won't get away so easily. ♥ )  After a large number of people are gathered together, Jeanne stands up on the small stage set to the side of the dance floor and taps on the microphone to get everyone's attention...



OOC STUFF
+ Info post / thread index (please read this first!)
+ Jeanne's greeting speech!
+ Prom King and Queen announcement. (Spoiler: It's Euphie and Kanda.)

[ The feed clicks on showing Jennifer fluffing up a flower arrangement she just put together. ]

That should do it...

[ stepping back to admire the handiwork before shrugging ] We have a few leftover flowers here and it'd be a shame to let them go to waste! If you want me to make a corsage or set aside some flowers for your hair I'd be happy to do so. Just let me know what colors you'll be wearing!

[ unabashed smile ]

Of course, if you're not going to the prom that doesn't mean you can't have a vase of flowers for your windowsill either. Flowers can always brighten up a room!

Good morning, inmates. It is the 132nd day of the third generation.

A reminder that inmate Jeanne Francaix is arranging a Promenade on behalf of the Academy this evening. Please direct concerns or requests to the appropriate party. In an attempt to allow as many inmates as possible to attend the Promenade, newly arrived inmates will not be required to perform their scheduled chores this afternoon and evening. In addition, those new inmates who had been scheduled to have their restraints for two days will have them removed this evening, before the Promenade. Inmates with more serious crimes will not be released from their restraints early.

The dome is now preparing for autumn. Again, please take that into consideration as you complete your summer activities.

Inmates Jeanne Fránçaix and Felicia Tayber, the items you requested are available for pick up at the entrance to the shelter in Sector 0. Inmate Danielle Harrington, the items you requested are now available in the library.

[ Wolfram has been following the network all day long. He already knows what a prom is and what is supposed to happen at the event, but there is a topic that has yet to be discussed: ] For those who are planning to attend the prom with someone... How are you going to ask them out?

What is the best way to ask someone to go with you to the prom? [ Simply asking "Go with me!" seems a bit... lackluster. No. Blonde demon here wants your most romantic and creative suggestions, Marina denizens! ]

[Good morning, Marina! Here is that friendly, harmless looking gentleman from just the other day again. Long, prematurely white hair, traditional Japanese clothing that looks a little big on his spare frame, genial smile and cheerful tone of voice. How could anyone find him guilty of anything?]

It appears as though Acumen has decided to make my stay here permanent. I now find myself properly arrested, tried and sentenced. Or rather, unfairly arrested, tried and sentenced, as any crimes I may legitimately have committed have already been judged by those with the authority to do so.

Ah well. I suppose there's nothing for it at the moment but to become accustomed to the settings and see what might be done going into the future. Oh, look at this! "Public drunkenness". My, my. Our jailor is rather enthusiastic about its job, isn't it?

I wouldn't be at all surprised if my replacement finds himself arrested as well. I'll be amazed if Kyouraku doesn't have him getting into trouble in less than two weeks.

[Welcome back to a picture of Flynn's face. Only he's got a better idea how the enchanted box works, and his brows are knit. And he happens to be sitting on the floor.] Okay, so I get that the gesture's nice and sweet and yadda yadda yadda—but whoever's laying out the baskets around here is a little bit late. [Holding up cookies. Free? Just like that?] How do I even know any of this is still good? And what's the catch?

… I don't know about you, but I've heard the story of the old lady and the poison apples oooone too many times. [Yep, spinning an apple in the air before dunking it back into the basket.] And can't you deliver these in person? It's creepy waking up and bam there's a basket.

Also, Rapunzel.

Rapunzel.

Can you tell me why I happened to wake up in your closet this morning? Maybe People Who Live in Towers do this sort of thing all the time, but I gotta say… it's not easy on the neck. [Rubbing it.] I think I'm going to be stiff all day, …ow. Just leave me on the floor or y'know, wake me up. How did you even manage to get me in there? And why did you do it?