[the clothing store is busy today! there's a gaggle of girls in here, trying on prom dresses, cute flowy tops, winter jackets, tight jeans... it's a montage from every girly movie you've ever seen, for half the day.]

[if you come by to get some winter gear or any clothing, maybe you'll catch Orihime trying on yellow sundresses a little wistfully. mmm. it's not... quite...]

[...this is a silly idea. she laughs sheepishly at herself and moves to find something else]

[He isn't quite sure how it came to this, but he is in the convenience store walking down an isle he had never intended to use. Clinging stubbornly to his shoulder in a precarious yet graceful balance of weight and determination is a small black cat. She is a tiny thing and yet she has refused to release in the pet cafe. Her resilience was so obvious that he stopped trying to make her.

This is a very odd situation. A week ago he would have refused her easily. But for some reason in the course of his conversation with the man at the pet cafe and the kitten's refusal to leave him be thereafter...he gave in.

He should probably find himself more pathetic than he does. Give him time and he most likely will.

And that is how he finds himself at the convenience store collecting supplies for a small kitten and then returning to his residence, all the while not sure what he is doing and why this little black animal is intent on remaining with him. Cats choose their keepers, but why this one chose him is beyond his comprehension.]

{OOC: Do not ask me how this happened, it just...happened. Feel free to run into him at the store, on his way home, or when he gets there if there is a reason for you to be at his house.}

Alright, bub... [It's a little hard to understand him with that cigar clenched between his teeth, and he's puffing furiously on it even as his claws slide free with a threatening snkt. Strange, though. He's too angry to notice that the pay is lasting longer than usual, and the cuts, simply, are not healing.]

You've got three seconds to tell me what the hell's going on here, and maybe you get to walk away with your guts intact. [Prison? Yeah, right. More like one of Magneto's schemes. He's coasting along on that dick's motorcycle one minute, and he's stuck here with this thing on his face the next.]

[Someone's gonna pay, big time.]

((OOC: Sound familiar? Yeah, that's because Wolverine was here during the 4th wall, but he doesn't remember it at all~))

[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... )

[In the late afternoon, Erik strolls along the beach, free of his ball and chain. He pulls his hand out of his pocket, and floats the bottle caps he took from drinks at the club around him. It's almost relaxing, and not a very strong use of his powers, so he makes them rotate faster and faster. He considers flinging one at the dome… but that probably would either do nothing or be a very bad idea.]

[So, he sends them whizzing ahead of him into the sand and pulls them back, playing target practice with imaginary enemies.]

[Bother him?]

[The man looks into the communicator, and then stares down at the basket in front of him.]

A welcome basket, hm? I suppose I should be thankful. The pamphlet was helpful, at least.

[Still…]

I have some questions about this 'Acumen'. First… what is an artificial intelligence?

[Computers, they do not make sense.]

Secondly, how is it able to 'replace' people, and what makes it think that it knows better than us? Sometimes crimes are needed in order to do the right thing.

[… Hm. Okay, well, this question doesn't have to do with Acumen.]

Third… is there a Charles Xavier here?

[He's not even going to go into how insulting it is to have this iron ball around his leg. Metal. Around his leg. That he can't do something about.]