[It's so late that you can reasonably get away with calling it "early" when PM gives up on sleep. After throwing on the bare minimum of clothing to deal with the weather, she leaves the comfort of her home. Her sour mood, compounded by exhaustion and newfound anticipation for the next day, just serve to make her feel even colder than the weather alone is responsible for. The bath house seems like a good idea, so she sets out, stepping quietly so that her shelled feet make minimal noise on the walkways.]

[Once she's there, though, a thought occurs to her. It pains her to involve other people in her business, but she doesn't really know how else to handle it. Towel wrapped tightly around her, she hesitates in the changing room for a bit as she draws up the desire to make the call, shuffling out into the main baths as she does so.]

[Voice]

[PM speaks softly, almost in a whisper, because although she hopes people take the headset off when they go to bed, she can't be too sure.]

Is anyone still awake? And is willing to discuss, er... feelings?

[At worst, she might get a few trolls trying to talk to her about troll romance, but even that would be an improvement over the current situation.]

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((OOC: sorry for two posts so quickly, I had this one planned before the mods told me we needed a mail post :3c ))

[Lovely day for being in any open, common area of the dome, isn't it? Of course there is a chance of kissing bot, but it's always something in the underwater prison.]

(OOC: Check out the OOC post for details. Pucker up! Edit: Links for those with loading problems!)

[ Ahhh. When will the winter end? It's easy to feel restless against the cool weather.

Sinking his head a little, Setsuna buries his face against his scarf. As he waits for a certain Captain, he's seated on a park bench.

Earlier today, he received a quick audio message. (He got hung up on before even reacting.) Graham told him to come and meet here for a favor. As he glances up the "sky," he just idly daydreams while waiting.

What should he cook for lunch, he wonders... ]

[The video feed flickers on to a tired troll, he is obviously wondering if this thing is working by the look on his face. It takes a moment before he lets out a grumble and then freak-out mode takes over completely. Eyebrows furrowed as he began his rant.]

Well, I was just getting used to the idea of getting clubbed to death in a doomed fucking time-line but I guess that would be too much fucking charity on the universe's part, wouldn't it be? Obviously so because NO, fucking no, instead I get to deal with this. Har, har, fucking har, Mcnubbyshitpants, you never get off the fucking metaphorical hook that easy. No, I have to fucking dance around like a rabid banana creature with some mental deficiency flinging my fecal matter in everyone's general direction to repay my debt of being a general failure of an existence. I thought a doomed time-line was supposed to entail you know, fuck, I don't fucking know, maybe BEING DOOMED? Or am I not lispy enough for that shit?

I doubt I can fucking deal with this ball and fucking chain for much longer before having some sort of fucking rage stroke from my bloodtubes all collectively and simultaneously bursting from the pure unadulterated rage pumping through them. It's my body realizing that I am a complete and utter failure and cannot even be doomed correctly, no, instead this utter hoofbeast shit has to happen so it's taking matters into it's own claws.

That is so fucking fitting. Of course Karkat Vantas, you cannot just fucking be doomed properly, that's not how things work, you have to FUCK THAT UP too. Defuckinglightful!

[There's a pause and a loud groan, followed swiftly by a frustrated noise that resembles what one could assume a cow giving birth sounds like. The sound alone gives new meaning to having a cow while at the same time giving claws down a chalkboard a run for its money. The ugly noise was matched with an ugly facial expression, overbite making it's debut while his eyes squinted into a glare.]

Tangoing past that crap with the gracefulness one might assume someone has when there are fucking ants in their pants... I demand someone fucking tells me what the fuck is going on this moment, not that I want to talk to any other asshole inhabiting this shit-hole I'm SURE.

[It didn't take Hiling long to figure out Ribbons was missing again. She had wanted to thank him for the pink cardigan and scarf she was now wearing, but he was nowhere to be found. There won't be any announcement of his disappearance. Instead, she intends to find a way to distract herself.

Her pet project seems like just the thing. Hiling claims a room in the education center with all the tools she needs as well as the supplies she acquired from Acumen. She's building something by the looks of it. Eventually it will be her Mobile Suit simulator, but for now she's just getting started. Every so often, she'll move back and forth from the laptop to the parts she's messing with.]

[the video flicks on to a shot of Luna staring at something off-screen. It must be very interesting, because she is totally not looking at the camera.]

I don't think it's very fair for us to be here. [she starts off, no doubt these words are ones that everyone has heard!] We are underneath the ocean after all. The mermen and the other creatures that live in these waters must be terribly inconvenienced. I wouldn't particularly enjoy having a giant dome built across my home. I'd have to swim around or over it to get to the garden, and that would take more effort and time than it would have just swimming straight across.

[she pauses and for a moment it seems like she won't continue.] Has anyone asked them what they think?

[anyone who comes across sector three will see Luna walking slowly in a...spiral. Yes, that's right. If she sees you, she will probably approach first!]

[Today is quieter around the shelter -- and there's less food. It's getting kind of cramped in here, isn't it? And boring. There are plenty of games and entertainments left over from the party, but everyone is gathered together and... finding things to do.]

[So what are you doing?]

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!

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((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!))

[ Oz slammed his fork down, effectively blocking Break's bid for his cake. ] I'm surprised at how calm everyone is. They've hardly protested at all about getting kicked out of their house. [ mm... cake. ] Do you think they're just being quiet?

[ Break, rather put out by the effective block to his cake-pilfering ways, elects instead to snag a piece of the chocolate torte sitting at the edge of the table, keeping Oz's elbow company. Let it never be said that he wasn't exceedingly spry for his old age. ] Mmm, you're right! I haven't heard a single peep out of them. All like little mice, hiding away. Why do you wonder that is?

Maybe we should ask them. Of course, we'll have to make sure they're telling the truth.

[ Another pop of cake into his mouth, chew, swallow. ] But what if they don't wish to tell the truth?

Then we'll have to dare them into giving it up. [ Oz sips at his tea before turning to the network device sitting on the edge of the table. ] Wouldn't you agree? [ yep, they've been talking to the dome this whole time. ]

[ From Break's shoulder, a clacking voice pipes up. ] Truth or dare! Bet they're too scared for dares!

[ So, who is up for a little game of truth and dare, hmmm? ]


((ooc: tags will come from both Break and/or Oz. Feel free to thread jack in reaction to whatever truths (or dares) the others might come up with. Green font = Oz, Blue font = Break, Purple font = Emily))

Alright, Acumen.

[No, Simon has not read the pamphlet. He hasn't even seen the welcome basket. All he needed was the welcome message to be provoked. He doesn't realize that this won't get him in direct contact with Acumen. He probably doesn't care.]

JUST WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK I AM!?

[You can't keep the leader of Team Dai-Gurren down, not when he's got a fiancée to save. As far as Simon's concerned, this is all he has to say. But he still decides to add something to that.]

You know it -- my name is Simon. Simon the Digger, and leader of Team Dai-Gurren. And if you think that you can stop me - stop us - then you're wrong. I don't care how far below the ocean we are, or if you think separating me from the others and Gurren Lagann will stop me, you're completely mistaken. Don't underestimate me. Don't underestimate us!

I will find her, and I will save her. I will fight like hell, and I will never give up!

[Blah blah FIGHTING SPIRIT!!!!!!!!!!!!]

[And then after a minute, his voice lowers. It's much more somber, and only a few notches over a whisper, but that determination is still present.]

Wait for me... Nia. I'll find you. I'll get you back.

[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?