[ a gasp of hard breath and Harry has rolled, snapped on to his knees, with nothing but the aftermath of a bludger to the head reminding him of the pain of a few moments ago, or so it seems

he could nearly grasp it in his hand, the pain of your skull sliding in to two and the way your stomach draws up your throat, as if the hole in your head means that your insides leak upwards. but all there was to feel was the hard ground and the absolute anger in his chest.

if he had found McLaggen that very second he would have hexed him in to a fucking puddle. only that, the next second the anger waned and fizzled out on his dry tongue. his wound, it seemed to rushed fingers, had healed and he was no longer clad in quidditch robes; rather, the greying pyjamas that Harry associated with the hospital wing.

a city, so far away from the turrets he knows that he cannot begin to say, and he's here wandless and cloakless. the one moment he didn't have both of them on him. --Ron, and Hermione and Dumbledore.

Harry Potter is a boy blinking a bit stupidly at the communicator and slotting his glasses back up his face. treat him nicely, he's got all the sense as someone who's just received an angry meteorite to the back of the head ]

I've been wondering for a bit, but did anyone actually compose a list of people that has gone missing? [she remembers hearing something about it from a somewhat familiar voice (Hermione)] I've been meaning to find out if a friend of mine has left the dome or not.

Please get back to me. Thank you.

[He hadn't heard from her in a while. He'd checked the life signals while at the Defence Force HQ, but he - no, surely the machines had been wrong. Right? So now he's asking - anyone he can.

Because Hermione can't be gone. She just can't. She'd always been talking about finding some way out and why nobody had left a note and surely she wouldn't have just disappeared, would she?

... Yeah, the kid's in pretty heavy denial right now.]

Excuse me, has - has anyone seen Hermione Granger?

[He's trying to keep the fear, the desperation out of his voice, but it's not working too well.]

LETTER RECIPIENTS

• Alma: a letter from Nunnally.
  
• Touma: a letter from Euphemia.
  
  MASS MAILERS
  
• To everyone: postcards offering romantic advice from Nepeta Pouncellor de Leon.
  
• To student council affiliates: a mass mailer from Nunnally.
  
• To Nepeta and Nakama: invitations from Minako Arisato.
  
  PENPAL RE-MATCHES
  
• Evo!Kitty = Roxas
  
• Allen = Jeanne

[Under the cover of rainfall, PM sets out on her route carrying a fashionable umbrella and wearing a poncho. That might seem like overkill, but her precious (and already water-proof) mail bag must be protected! And given her use of the umbrella to create a makeshift roof over each mailbox and mail slot to ensure dry letters, the poncho helps prevent rain from pouring down the back of her shirt.]

[Her demeanor is as it would be on any other daily route: so upbeat that it may as well not even be raining at all. She barely even seems to notice the thunder and lightning.]

[Click here for pen pal signups. Mail submissions for Day 112 go here!]

--I can't believe they're celebrating Holi. [He's kind of thrilled about it, and laughs.]

Holi is a festival of colors. I'm not sure if there's religious significance to it or not, other than that it's for spring, but in India people would throw colorful liquid or powder on passersby. And if you say to them, "Pardon me, but it's Holi," they're supposed to forgive you.

It's a lot of fun, if you can relax enough for it. If not... [sly] maybe you should stay indoors today?



((ooc: Respond to his voice post here! Otherwise this is an EVENT POST. Comment here if you want your character to get powdered, or if you want to lurk and throw brightly-colored water at other people, and other people will respond to your comment to oblige! Calling all pranksters, goofballs, and trolls!))

[ her tone is gentler than usual, as she's trying quite hard not to offend anyone ]

People are seriously- seriously managing to leave this prison and no one's recording it. Really, I think that's silly

I'm volunteering myself to keep a record of it, and I really hope that people will report these disappearances. It's quite interesting, really.

[Well, today's the day. He picked out a house, and Harry agreed to move in with him. It was a little nerve-wracking, but the only way to get over that was to plunge right into it.]

[Otoha walks over to Harry's room in the Shelter and knocks on his door.]

Harry? Are you ready?

[Someone's up early this morning. He wants to run, but human legs aren't really what he feels like running with - he'd get tired out too easily.]

[Tobias runs through his mental list of options, and picks one, making sure no one's going to approach him mid-morph. Once he's sure the coast is clear, he lands, and morphs, sticking his head through his communicator so that it goes around his neck. He'll have to be careful about the time, but a quick run won't hurt.]

[So there is now a German Shepherd dashing around the park with a communicator around his neck, running as fast as his legs can take him. He stops every so often to pant, but then goes back to running.]

LETTER RECIPIENTS

• Orihime: a letter from Euphemia.
  
• Kyouya: a letter from Euphemia.
  
• Subaru Sumeragi: a letter from Euphemia.
  
• Wayward Vagabond: a letter from the Peregrine Mendicant.
  
  MASS MAILERS
  
• To everyone: a mass mailer from Nepeta Pouncellor de Leon.
  
  PACKAGE RECIPIENTS
  
• Sakura Kinomoto: a package from Ken Hidaka.
  
• Nakama: a package from Ken Hidaka.
  
• Cross Marian: a package and note from Euphemia.

[Another day of mass mailers! PM decides to enlist the help of her volunteers for this task, so any of them that shows up is welcome to help her with the route. Despite seeming more preoccupied than usual, she is in good spirits, as the mail always uplifts.]

[Click here for pen pal signups. Mail submissions for Day 108 go here!]

[Video/Filtered to Harry and Hermione]

Harry? Hermione? There's something I want to ask you two.

[/Video]

[Action]
[Otoha is not patrolling today. He still has a while until his night shift, so there's something he's been meaning to do.]

[From what he's seen on his rounds, sector 3 seems to have the most suitable houses. He's not sure if they'll go for it, but it's worth a try.]

[[ooc; Otoha is poking around and looking at houses. Feel free to encounter him in sector 3 or on the way to there. :D]]

[The communicator shows grass, the early morning park, and the corner of a basket, but no people. Still, there's a voice coming through the communicator.]

Hey! Can anyone hear me? Hello?

Is this even working… probably not, but what the hell.

[There's a bird's screech, and the corner of the basket moves a little.]

How the hell am I supposed to hunt with this thing on?

[Harry has, once again, found his way to the pet cafe. He's settled peacefully on the ground and is reading what looks like a book. Closer inspection would reveal that said book is actually a photo album.

...Even closer inspection would reveal that the pictures move.

The little black puppy Harry was with earlier is nosing interestedly at it.]

Yeah, that's my mum and dad, and - and I dunno who those guys are. You reckon they were friends?

[Looks over at the puppy, who...takes this opportunity to nose at Harry's glasses.

So. One cute puppy, one cute kid, in the pet cafe. Feel like bothering either of them?]

( A dream is a wish your heart makes~ )
[Video]

[The video clicks on to see a familiar, but vastly changed face with the same dark eyes and shaggy hair. The eyes are wide and confused, there's a tenseness to the features, pinched.]

What happened?! N-No one said drinking alcohol would make me turn into an adult!

{OOC: Canon-update! Alma's memories are coming to him now, so expect some confusion and big mood swings. Action open to Team Free Will household and a few others like Yu.}

LETTER RECIPIENTS

• Wisely: a letter from Minako.
  
  MASS MAILERS
  
• To Everyone/Sakura's friends: chocolates from Sakura.
  
• To Everyone: host club invitations from Tamaki.
  
  NEW PENPAL MATCHUPS
  
• Sasha & Cecile Croomy

[PM is better today, which is to say that she's pulled herself back together. Psychological scars are not wiped away from conversations or visits from friends, but they certainly help a lot.]

[Doing her mail route also helps. It's downright therapeutic, really. Today she has a little assistance from Harry Potter, who is flying dutifully around Marina on his broomstick to delivering Sakura's chocolates!]

[Please put PM or Harry in your headers for who you'd like to action tag, please. ♥]

[Click here for pen pal signups. Mail submissions for Day 103 go here!]

[ it's been a very, very long night, but Suzaku is still in the Defense Force Headquarters the next morning. earlier than usual, in fact, since he skipped his morning swim. and breakfast.

he'll be pacing HQ, looking more than a little bit run-down, all morning. ]


((ooc: Joining the DF today? Hoping to start a task force? Just looking to offer condolences because of how sucky yesterday was? :D Suzaku was off the communicators after last night's disaster, but he's here and physically available now~.))

[Harry was in his room when he heard Euphie's little announcement. In a rare, rare moment of common sense, he decided to stay where he was. Well, the reason was pretty obvious: he's unarmed.

... However, what he can do, he will. In a very quiet, low voice:] ...To anybody who that lady was targeting: if you need a place to stay until this blows over, I'm in my room in the shelter and...I don't think she's anywhere nearby. [A very long pause as he creeps quietly to his door to listen, then goes back.] ...yeah, she's not here.

Hermione, Otoha, PM, Alma - anyone - are you all right?

Well. [ the strains of a voice which is evidently more high-pitched than it usually would be, between each word the hints of a controlled and well-thought out panic ] Er, yes. Well! Acumen.

[ A deep breath and suddenly: a million words, though slow and practiced ]

Whilst I can’t totally contradict the crimes you have charged me, I can point out a number of flaws in your "argument", mostly regarding your definition of "known criminal".

Furthermore, rather, [ gaining confidence, and with it, gaining speed ] the argument here is that I am not under your jurisdiction and, thus, not someone you are allowed to imprison, nor do you have the right to confiscate my belongings- and when [ peppered with anger ] has it ever been morally just to kidnap and imprison someone without a fair trial during a ministry-implemented exam period!

This is a complete breach of rights and as an [ almost-silent snort ] authority figure, I would have thought your priorities would be  imprisoning real criminals- of which there are a fair few skulking about, I'm sure you know - and not just people who- who, who had to- who were morally obliged to smuggle a stupid-. Well.

At any rate, [ through thin lips, and finally her steam begins to escape her ] I look forward to proving my innocence officially.

[Harry is, once again, doing some more exploring of the dome! This time, his wanderings have brought him to the pet cafe, where he is sitting down, looking curiously at a little black puppy. It's strange - the only dogs he's ever known are Aunt Marge's and the less said the better, or Fang who's way too big but nice, or Fluffy, who is...a three-headed hellhound. There's just no other way of saying it. So he's not used to puppies, basically. This one seems okay, and it doesn't look dangerous...

And it's actually very friendly, Harry realizes belatedly as he ends up with an armful of warm puppy. Said puppy nudges his hand and barks - but not, Harry realizes, in an angry way.

It wants...something? Harry's not sure what, for a moment, but he figures it out pretty quickly: dogs like being petted, right?

... This really isn't so bad, he decides.

tl;dr: there's a kid in the pet cafe befriending a puppy. Bother?]

[Ryu sits up in bed, holding his head. He feels like he's going to throw up, which is… unusual. He leans against the wall with a 'thunk'.]

( Canon update ahoy. )

[And now he was back, but he'd never left. He reaches for his communicator and turns it on.]

[Voice]

Has anyone else… remembered things from back home? Like, you were there, but you couldn't have been there because you were here?

[Alma's confused, but he should be used to the feeling by now. Nothing ever makes sense to him anymore, and the more he tries to it's like he's sinking into the mud the more he struggles. But Castiel didn't make him leave like Alma thought he would. Alma spent the day angry and frustrated and he still feels lost. And when he doesn't know what to do, asking questions is the only thing he knows how to do.]

[Voice|Filtered from Black Order Members]

Is someone who betrays you really your friend?

[After a silent pause.]

Is anybody even up right now?

[It's really late, so he wouldn't be surprised if everyone was sleeping. But he still wants to talk, wants to hear from someone. No just anyone...him. He's the only one who can understand.]

[Private to Yu Kanda]

...You must think I'm really stupid, huh?