LETTER RECIPIENTS

• Sasha: a letter from Naoya.
  
  SOMETHINGS*
  
• From Sakura: various somethings for Fuuma, Sasuke, Itachi, Akito/Agito and Kaito.
  
  NEW PENPAL MATCHUPS
  
• Mileina & Ibram Gaunt

[PM is in a poor mood today. Last night was extremely difficult. Forget Ribbons; she has no idea where WV has been all day, and it worries her more than she'd care to admit. More than once, she's considered giving him a call on the communicator, but if he's not ready to talk, it might make things worse.]

[She may seem extremely distracted or even a little short-tempered today, but she'll still do her best to be helpful and polite to passersby.]

[Click here for pen pal signups. Mail submissions for Day 115 go here!]
((* With apologies to Yaywon.))

[Anyone close by to the beach will find one (1) Eridan there, taking a break from the construction of his shiphive by standing around outside the residence. It was taking him a lot longer to build it than he thought it would due to he had been doing this all on his own, but at least he was getting somewhere every day. Otherwise, living with Vriska at the apartment he's been at wasn't so bad. Even though she did get on his nerves just about every second they were anywhere near each other, but that wasn't anything new to him. After yesterday, however, he wasn't as alone with the construction like he had been. With him was his new pet, a shiny Horsea named Caligula Ciaphas Descartes-Bonparte de Spinespitter ... Or just Caligula, for short.

The little Pokemon he had picked up may be much more colorful but he was a lot like his old lusus when they had both been younger, building the shiphive together with the help of the drones left on the planet that were there for the young trolls. Just, without the drones -- Not that Acumen's robots hadn't helped a bit.

Either way, here Eridan was while he watches his new pet float about the beach area. Get too close and Caligula will most likely shoot water right at you. Note that water is the least of the worries, the ink he might shoot if threatened is even worse.]

[Feferi's spent most of her time at Marina on the beach- and even more time with her goggles on. Well, when the video feed flashes on this time, the goggles make sense, because it looks like she's just gone for a swim in the water. There are also a nice amount of extraordinary sand castles, the kind with towers and moats and little windows and everything. And a mesh bag never a bucket of seashells that she's collected.]

You all should flounder on over and play with me! There's a lot of reely exciting things to do on the beach, and I promise not to be a grumpy gills! It'll be fun!

[ It's been quite some time since the last time he took his little bearbee for a walk and since Wolfram is bored and today's weather is pleasant enough, a walk with the pet is due.

The blond prince walks and walks, occasionally laughing and smiling at the bearbee that flies above his head and after some moments, he sits down on a bench nearby. After a few clicks of the communicator he enables the video feed. ] ... What do you do when you're bored? [ Josak is gone and his life has become even quieter than before. Wolfram isn't curious or interested in the life of others, but he is running out of things to do to keep himself entertained when he is on his own. ]

[After his morning workout, Ciaphas Cain changed into some civvies and ended up in the one place he has never been before: the pet cafe. Seated on a bench, he stares blankly out a window as the animals frolic around his feet with an unsettling brand of cuteness.]

[Getting the kid a pet seemed to be the best way to divert some of his attention away from breaking into Cain's room to sleep/cry on his bed, among other entirely unsavory activities. The trouble was going to be finding one that the sea troll would find appropriate, and he had a feeling Eridan was going to be extremely picky. Cain taps his mechanical fingers on his thigh and avoids eye contact with the animals. Especially the technicolor pokemon. He couldn't get out of here soon enough.]

[This is a unicorn. But not just any unicorn, oh no. This unicorn has a pair of red cat's eye glasses, a gorgeous purple mane, and a diva's glare that would make a pop star jealous.]

Well! I've never been so insulted in all my days! First I'm kidnapped, then arrested, and now imprisoned? Do any of you know who I am, hmm? No? I am Rarity, and I am a lady.

[Sticking her nose up and tossing her mane? Yes, very yes.]

Just you wait till the other girls hear about this. They'll have me freed faster than Rainbow Dash can clear the clouds in Ponyville. It's one thing to capture me, but to place me in an area with such horrid decor... Do you intend to torture me as well? I mean, come on; a blind pony could do a better job. I could go on.

This is complaining, by the way; you haven't even heard me whine yet.

... You won't like me when I'm whining.

[The camera feed turns on and the view is shaky, turning every which way and accompanied by the sounds of two girls. At some point the feed shows a bowl of green slime that looks far from edible.

And yet there is a gray-skinned hand reaching into it.

A few slurred words follow after the slime-covered hand disappears along with a chorus of wispy laughter.]

"So I told him... hahahaha ... I told him he had to just go. Just go! trust me and just... heheheehe Gooooooo"

"Holy fuuuuuuuuck... that is so... soooooooo funny... I just-... I just woooooooow..." [The camera view turns on them and lo and behold are Terezi and Vriska, faces colored teal and blue and smiling. Vriska is leaning against Terezi and drawing little shapes on the floor with the slime. Then she momentarily stops.]

"... You hear something?"


[ooc; TZ is teal and Vriska is blue Taking place at sundown in the shelter common area. Teresi and Vriska decided to play truth or dare. This post takes place a little after they get into their 'game', one of the dares being 'eat sopor slime' (which canonically is not supposed to be eaten and can cause brain frying, to put it simply). Yup. Also, action is available but we can't guarantee we'll tag every reaction comment.]

[ video ON, and Suzaku hesitates for a moment ]

Good morning, everyone. As most of you I think know, I'm Suzaku Kururugi -- and I teach the sex ed classes here. I... well, since Acumen's decision a couple of days ago, I've been wanting to hold a -- special class.

[ tiny pause ] So, today's class will be a little bit more -- practically-oriented. Um. If you don't feel comfortable with that, of course you don't have to come...

[ dissolving into flustered now. ]

--Anyway, everyone's welcome. You don't have to be taking the class normally.

[ tiny pause ] Thank you.


((ooc: Suzaku will be in the classroom, ready to answer any questions, or you can talk to him over the network! ALSO KAREN IS HERE in a special guest teacher capacity. /o/ So she may threadjack? Sound good, baby? ♥ Top thread is for you~))

[Because someone foolishly released this child back into the wild, he is literally going wild. That is to say, he's running around the entire facility doing what John's do best: BEING COMPLETELY STUPID AND WASTING TIME. No joke, that's what he does. He'll be at this all day too, oddly enough. Actually, he'll be playing with the windy thing until he's more or less reduced to tired laughing and what not. Feel that random little windy breeze?

Yeah, there might possibly be the work of the giggling doofus over to the side.

Are random objects hovering for a short time?

Yeah, that's probably him too. At least for a little while.]

Man, this is kind of tiring. I don't remember getting this exhausted before. Maybe that's because I haven't had this thing for very long, but I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to get this tired.

[Breathing heavy? Yupp.]

But who cares!? I'm free at least, free at last!

Guess I don't do well in chains. Hehehehe!



((ooc: Yeah... He'll be doing this all day. Feel free to run into him anywhere and at any point in the day.))

I must admit that I still find myself in a mild state of incredulity. To be spirited away to a penitentiary in a nebulously ascertained area by means unknown, is in itself cause for indignation. To do so in the middle of my ensuring the propagation of my species makes it more so. Particularly when, as you say, it is 'best' for me and the timeline from hence I hailed.

[the irritation in her voice is clear, but after a small pause and sigh, it lifts a little]

I apologize. Little will be achieved from griping. If those in charge of this facility and this machine, Acumen, was it? If you are listening I beseech that you at least return to me that Very Important item which you have taken. I assure you it is by no means dangerous.

If any others are listening, which I believe must be the case, then of you I ask to enlighten me. Whatever you can tell me about this Marina facility would be most appreciated.

[There’s just sniffles at first, as a little girl tries to reconcile over 600 hours in her world with several days in interdimensional prison. She wishes the six hundred hours were just a dream, but her wrist is broken and splinted, which can only mean…

Suddenly, the whole prison gets to hear heartbroken wailing.]

Equiuuuuus! [It’s the only comprehensible word amongst the sobs.]

[[OOC: OH YEAH spoilers up the wazoo for Homestuck]]

[Vriska should have been awarded a medal for lasting as long as she did just watching Eridan build his hive. Really, could anything have been more boring? Of course she tried giving the stubbornly stupid seatroll some helpful pointers on how to build, but he preferred being stupid and ignorant to her beautiful and amazing carpentry genius.

It was just as well. She grew bored of being ignored watching and so she left him. How someone with a cast on their ankle and no crutches could get away and not be noticed is anyone's guess, but Vriska managed well.

So now she was in Sector 2 - specifically the pet cafe. Back home Vriska never put herself around many cute and fuzzy beasts, there wasn't much point. That was Nepeta's area of interest, not hers. Yet here she was and surrounded by cute fuzzy furbeasts. Vriska took a seat on a nearby bench, her ankle flaring up from her walking. She'd never admit it but it wasn't so bad in here. It was quiet and while she was alone she didn't feel alone and that was...

A fuzzy beast began to rub up against her good leg. She stared down at the offending cat not really feeling up to pushing it away just yet. A few minutes of silence broken by soft purrs coming from her leg past before the huge spiderbitch looked away and reached a hand down to hesitantly pet the cat's head with an index finger. Oh man what the everloving fucking Hell was this.]

[Saguru can clearly be seen on screen in his normal suit, with two buckets behind him and a mysterious cooler next to him. Given there's some food ingredients next to the buckets, like vanilla, some people might jump to a logical conclusion that someone is making ice cream. They would be correct. He's clearly in the shelter common room!]

If anyone else is interested, I'm making homemade ice cream after it was pointed out to me that this area is sorely lacking in such. I'm prepared to make vanilla, but if anyone has any other preferences, just head over with whatever flavourings you'd like, some ice and two buckets.

Kamui, head over whenever you feel like it; it's a little tiresome on the arms to do it alone.

Eridan's trying to commit genocide again! And I'm not going to stop him. It's your job now!

But you should probably hurry up and stop him before he kills someone. Because he'll do it on porpoise, and not even care. I've seen it happen!

Oh, and while I'm blubbering about all this, you should probably keep an eye on him around Sollux too. Without a moirail doing their proper duty, Eridan will get into too much trouble, and maybe kill people. .... Again.

What in cod's name is a Japanese anyway?

[A young and drawn face flickers onto the view screen. He looks haggard and moderately sick, accentuated by the ashen gray of his skin, and there is a steady tic under his left eye.

When he speaks, it is with a pronounced lisp, and all of his sibilants come out as soft "thh".]

Yes. Yes. Exactly fucking this, because when I said, "We have to get out here," I of fucking course meant to an interdimensional fucking prison.

Just.

[Two thin hands come up, and he buries his face in them and gives a watery little moan.]

If I. Didn't feel like ralphing over my new fucking fashion accessory.

[A pause as he straightens and deals a "savage" battery of kicks to what can be assumed to be the iron ball, as you can hear it roll ponderously offscreen.]

I would look every one of you ridiculous fuckpod slurpers up and flood your brain with malware, because I know one of you nookfucks did us in with this.

[He levels an skinny, accusatory finger at the screen, and then pauses, finger curling back in as he considers something. His eyes go distant as he thinks.]

I don't think this is part of the game... I'm pretty positive I didn't program any kind of prison level.

And I'm positive this place isn't fucking Alternia.

[He snorts, and his lips quirk derisively.]

I would have been dead by now, otherwise.

[Just as evening starts to fall, one of the parks in Sector 4 has been festooned with streamers, bright lights in a variety of colors, a big upraised dais, tables of refreshments, and music. It looks like a perfectly normal party from the outside. Optional masks are provided in little bins beside the dais, but you're responsible for your own costumes...!



...And if you're dressed as a character, the moment you step onto the dais, you will believe yourself to have led that character's life for your whole life. This effect will last until "midnight", in this case Sunday, even if you leave the party.]

[In the middle of the night, when most good little trolls and humans are tucked into bed, Feferi Peixes is out and about. On a very secret mission. She's actually pretty good at sneaking about, but because she never changes clothes, she's slinking around in her usual rainbow-y getup.  

She stops at the corner of an alleyway beside the convenience store. And then, as stealthily as she can, she sneaks into the alleyway.]

((ooc: Lobster liberating post for Feferi and PM. I'm going to leave it open, so feel free to interrupt or join in on their antics at any time!
Also excuse any horrible typos from me. I'm on my phone and don't have spellcheck at the ready.))

[Cheryl is sitting on a bench in the park, looking vaguely uncomfortable and tense but she isn't trying to hide anymore like she had been doing for the last couple of days. The pamphlet from the greeting basket is on her lap but considering that she had pretty much memorized it over the last couple of days, she isn't reading it at the moment and is instead looking around for signs of life. She didn't want to admit it, but she was getting kind of lonely out there.]

[Voice]

Alright...all of you [kinda awkwardly, she definitely isn't used to the idea of talking to a whole bunch of strangers through the communicator yet] I have a question. Just how dangerous is it out here? I mean, vampires? Really? And I'm pretty sure I saw someone flying around earlier. What kind of people [things?] are around here?

Attention everyone!

I'm sorry to interrupt your dinners if you're eating dinner now. Or whatever you do afterward if it is now after. If you haven't eaten yet you should try the ramen place. It's really good.

Oh, um, but...I have something very important to tell you all!

Diva is dangerous, and you should stay away from her! She might turn you into a vampire! ...Or lick you.

Okay, I think that's all. Oh! Except she's got long dark hair and blue eyes and pale skin and she's kind of pretty.

[As promised, he hasn't gone near her!]


(OOC: Backdated to evening.)

Ho-hum. Can't they spice this place up a little? Where's our entertainment? Our song and dance with our wonderful meal?

[They're grumbling again, still managing to snicker under their breath even as one sharp claw idly stabs at whatever it is they have on their plate. Being chained up is not doing anything good for their mood.]

We think that these walls also need some color... Maybe a splash of... red? [It's how they phrase the statement so innocently that makes it entirely too suspicious. They laugh uproariously after, pounding at the table with an enormous fist.]

Oh! But we're just kidding... mostly.

((ooc: Any chain gang members are welcomed to be eating dinner with this crazy boyo! And, of course, everyone else is free to do so as well! REALLY I JUST WOULD LIKE TO RP WITH YOU ALL, MMK, ilu. ;; <3))