[After that strange, hectic day where Nakama had to experience both the thrill of hearing a familiar voice from home and the horror of realizing that it was Koyemshi, she's been keeping mostly to herself. Working hard, sewing or reading well into the night, trying to shake off the unpleasant feeling that had come from seeing that face again.

Why not a pilot? Why not Daichi, or Maki, or even Kodama? Why did it have to be him?

She's also been giving Ushiro a good deal of space - while she was able to ignore Koyemshi, simply turning off the feed not long after he started talking, she knows that Ushiro wouldn't have been able to resist. He would've gotten angry, and there would've been a fight, and those always leave him shaken up. So she's sitting on the stoop of their house in Sector 4, trying to decide if she should go talk to him or give it more time. Dealing with Ushiro is so complicated.

Anyone who's walking by is free to approach the pensive girl, though she may not be too responsive at first.]

----- [ Action/Closed ] -----

[ Just less than a day before the Talent Show and right after comes the prom. The invites have been delivered to the Post Office first thing that morning -- that was the first order of the day. The second one was to look for something matching to wear with Hiling.

The third, he was somewhat expecting, but is always a pleasant surprise. He thinks he does owe Jeanne the favor of helping her choose something as well, after him asking her to pick a tie for him... ]


----- [ Voice/Open ] -----

Good day, Marina.

I would like to inquire as to who is now taking care of Trés Magnifique -- the fashion boutique opened by Josak Guerrière, as I will be requesting for a bit of help with regards to clothing alterations.

Thank you most kindly for your time.
 

[ (1) Action]

[if you’re strolling by the waterfall in one of the parks early this morning, you might catch sight of a hooded figure, draped in voluminous, heavily-embroidered white robes, kneeling beside it. Is it somebody squeaking in a bit of meditation before they start their day?]

[not quite. There’s a welcome basket sitting next to them, with the contents undisturbed except for the open bag of pretzels… and what is that they’re praying over? A communicator? That earpiece looks a bit strange, and the screen isn’t shaped quite right, either. And there’s something else: three large, articulated metal tendrils, emerging from folds in the back of this person’s robes, are hovering around the device. Two have some kind of specialized attachments on their ends, but all three are tipped with a good-sized claw, and these are opened menacingly towards the communicator, twitching a bit.]

[OOC: Felicia refuses to put on the communicator until she’s put it through some close scrutiny and cleansing rituals, so tag in with “(1) Action” in the subject line to interrupt her and say good morning! She won’t understand you, of course, but you can still give it a shot. (Only folks from outside her canon tag this option, please!)]

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[Video | (2) Action]

[the scene on the video does a nauseating summersault of blue, green, and white as Felicia turns the communicator over in her hands, but resolves itself into a view of the grassy hillock beside the waterfall once she clips the device over the sleek augmetic that serves her for a right ear. Felicia herself, now front and center, gives a cautious, yet friendly smile to whoever may be watching.]

Well! A vox, pictscreen, and translator, all at once—what an intriguing little piece of heretek this is! Completely unsanctified, of course. Any devout servant of the Omnissiah would break it to pieces in an instant. But, as it seems I’d hardly be able to get anything done without the thing, perhaps some transgressions may be pardoned, under the circumstances. Isn’t there another soul here who speaks proper Gothic?
[she chuckles dryly]

Oh dear, but I am getting ahead of myself. Magos Felicia Tayber of Perlia, reporting. To ask the first of innumerable questions, now that I’ve a way of reaching a wider audience: just where, in the name of the Emperor, have I fetched up? On what warp-cursed rock the Eloquois Ocean is located on, I’m afraid I haven’t the foggiest.

[OOC: put “Video” or “(2) Action” in the subject line for this option. Cain and Gaunt, tag in here!]

[ Ugh. His head literally feels like a giant piece of metal landed on it. As the video transmission starts, Setsuna has a hand on one side of his poor, aching head. He narrows his gaze faintly. Despite that, he looks calm enough.

Hospital dress, hospital room— Looks like the stoic one is back and awake after long, long dream.

That is what he thinks, anyway.

Does he have to blame Neil or Lyle for the food last night? Maybe even Tieria? What are the chances of that? Oh, but then again— If it was food that caused him to be hospitalized, it wouldn't be his head that's aching, huh? ]

... Why am I here?

[ He could've sworn he was just at Tieria's place a while ago. ]

[ This is kind of exciting, as evident by the way Subaru's body is practically humming when she cuts the feed on. She is seated on a bench in the skating arena, putting on some plain-looking inline skates, and dressed in her normal workout gear. ]

Ah, hello everyone! I've spoken to some of you before, but now that Mr. Suzaku made it official, I wanted to introduce myself.

My name is Subaru Nakajima, and I'm a new addition to the Defense Force as of today! I hope my previous experience in threat suppression, as well as search-and-rescue operations, can be of help to others. [ Smiling. ] Aheh, I also enjoy training a lot, and I'm not a bad cook!

[ She stands up, and bows. ] I look forward to working together with you all. If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to call me, or come find me here at the rink. [ Gesturing behind her. ] I'll be here practicing until late. See you! [ With that, she ends the connection for now. ]

[Oz is standing outside in Sector 4, looking up at the water dome that serves as their sky. His hands are shoved into his coat pockets and he's perfectly still. The only movement is the rise and fall of his chest as he takes, slow, calming breaths. When he finally does speak, it's broadcast out to the masses.]

Huh. You wouldn't think a thick layer of water could mess with the sun and moon cycle. [But it obviously does. And all of Oz's hard work to be in control of the wolf inside seems to be slipping away from him.]

Buffy? Sam? Got a few minutes?



ooc: Only the voice is broadcast. But feel free to run into him for action.

[Lind's in a pretty good mood today. With everything that's been happening, he's thoroughly amused by it, and now he's got energy to burn.

So the original is busy riding over the rooftops of the dome, mostly around the shelter but also going from sector to sector occasionally. The tricks and stunts he's amusing himself with seem practically suicidal to a watcher who doesn't know AT. Just barely getting his feet under him in time for a landing, and leaping again high into the air to the point where he couldn't possibly land without killing himself, yet he manages to, and then it all repeats again, with various tricks thrown in.

Once in awhile he stops, landing at ground level to pause and decide on which way to go next. He's not really showing off...but an audience is always welcome. Anyone familiar he spots while overhead might get called out to. And anyone who calls to him will probably just make him show off more]


((OOC: Catchable just about anywhere in the dome))

[Every grave in the yard is covered in one or two flowers, courtesy of Sakura. She puts a few more on Gyoro and Ururun's grave before moving on. She doesn't cry. Instead she places the flowers as nicely as possible around one of the graves.]

How are you, Itachi-san? I'm sorry I couldn't come sooner to see you. [arranges the flowers a little more and smiles]

[ooc: a 'year' since Itachi died ;-; you can catch her coming to and fro from the graveyard as well]

[The video flickers on and the screen reveals Tamaki sitting on one of the sofas in the shelter common room fiddling with a rose in one hand and looking as though he is in very deep thought. His face is serious for most of the time before he begins speaking, but after a good thirty seconds his expression changes to something between a smirk and a smile while he glances at the camera from the corner of his eye.]

In this world there are those who are blessed with beauty and grace, the greatest gifts God could have ever bestowed upon a living creature. [He raises the rose he'd been holding to his nose and takes a good long sniff before setting it down and turning his attention back to the camera.] I, for one, thank the heavens above everyday that I am one of those fortunate few in possession of such rewards. That is not the message that I have for you all today, however. You see, it is my belief that the duty of these people with such exquisite looks to bring joy to everyone around them in any way they can - a duty which I place before all other things in life.

[Another pause, this time so that he may close his eyes and imagine lines of women admiring him and men doing all that they can to be him. It is a wonderful fantasy and it makes him chuckle lightly.]

A Host Club is a club designed for the specific purpose of sharing this beauty and giving such joy to its visitors - in short it is the perfect setting for carrying out the heavy task of bringing all the happiness in the world to those less fortunate than us! For this reason I have made the decision to establish one here in this prison as some of you may already be aware! [Suddenly, his arms shoot off to the sides as if he were welcoming everyone to step into his arms for a great big hug.] I would like to invite all those who might be interested to join us and utilize your gifts to the best of your ability! I am certain that among all of you watching this today there are plenty who are worthy of the title of 'Host'!

[And as an after thought, Tamaki turns his face away from the camera, brings the rose up to his mouth and just mumbles the next few words. They aren't really something he's proud of.]

We will even accept Hosts of the female persuasion.

What d'you miss right now?

And ''my home" doesn't count as an answer.

[The dome has been too quiet for his tastes. What, doesn't anyone ask burning questions anymore?]

[Lyle is seated just outside the cafe, working on a cup of coffee. His cigarette is burning out in the ash tray in front of him. He glances over his notes for his class today as Frederick rolls around nearby]

[He's not completely absorbed in what he's doing. He keeps glancing up to see what else is going and make sure the haro hasn't rolled off somewhere]

[After a few minutes, he decides it make an announcement]

[Video]
Hello, Marina. This is Lyle Dylandy, one of the professor at the academy. I wanted to inform anyone who was interested that I'll be teaching the economics class this afternoon. I hope to see you there.

[Today she begins her work - she's got a large hand-lettered sign (MISSING PERSONS) and her first list of the missing, so she heads to the shelter entrance and pins up both. Then she turns on the voice function, putting on her best Official Voice.]

Hi, everyone, this is Mako Nakarai. I wanted to let you all know that, starting today, lists of people recently missing from the dome are going to be posted in the shelter entrance every morning. There's a big sign overtop, so you know where to look... or where not to look. [Since Acumen was so sticky about that point.] Go ahead and ask if you have any questions, or even suggestions like a better spot to put it or anything like that. I... I hope this'll help, even a little.

[Then she switches to private:]

Mitsuru? I got some information about doing the lists that you should probably know. Are you available right now?

((ooc: please note that names will appear on the list the day after the person disappears. you can find her in the shelter or call her on the network!))

[ It has a been a long, painful day for the Colonel-Commissar. Starting with the scramble call to the dojo, on to rather unexpectedly violent sword-training session with Cain, in which no less than 3 separate students saw fit to go blade to blade with him, to some painful memories which had recently come back to him, Gaunt just needs a bit of a rest. So here he is, storm coat, returned cap, and camo cloak all wrapped around him, sipping lemonade in the rain during the evening.

He looks very tired, all 50 of his long years weighing on his lean, tall frame. His lips are set in a thin, pale line, and he just stares out into the middle distance, as though staring at something that no-one else sees. And... oddly, there's a white Columbine flower peeking out of the gold frogging on the front of his shirt. So there he is, out in sector 4 near the memorial Gardens. ]

[Starting from about mid-morning, the education center's craft room will be open and ready for the members of, and those curious about, the Sewing Club! Piles of fabric and patterns are there for those without inspiration, and of course, there are plenty of sewing machines open for those with it. There are also snacks and drinks set up on nearby tables, and relaxing but upbeat music wafts through the room.

There was a (handwaved) announcement earlier in the morning, with directions to the building and the room, so anyone is free to drop by and see what it's all about.]

((ooc: if you'll only be there for a short or particular time, please indicate it in the subject line! otherwise, just have fun XD))

[ video cuts in on Riku in his room in the shelter, curled up on the edge of a sofa with quite a few books beside him. the light isn't on, but since there are various candles around with a dim glow, he can see--not that being in darkness would scare or hamper his sight, anyway. kid walks around with a blindfold and can see, after all. his knees are bent and his feet stay on the sofa. besides a sweatshirt with a hood, the bottom portion of his face is obscured with a yellow scarf. he doesn't seem bothered by all the clothes he wears. ]

Do any of you live alone, or with the friends you have here? [ he looks at the camera afterwards. he shifts, not really caring if his question sounded personal or childish. ] And if you live alone, do you like it?

[ private: to Roxas ]

Can I talk to you?

[ /private ]

[It's late but Mushu is wiiiide awake. Why? Because after several days of sleeping in trees and in random patches of grass, Mushu has decided that he is going to find a bed fit for a Guardian! Well, an ex-Guardian. Problem is, he doesn't exactly know which houses and rooms are empty and which ones are occupied. The thought of a room having furniture as being occupied hasn't really hit him yet -- he's just going along the assumption that all rooms naturally come with furniture.

He'll just explore until he finds one he likes.

So he's slithering around, a thin red shape not too noticeable in the dark. Mushu kind of wishes Crickee were here. Nothing like a little henchman to get things going faster. And the cricket was a pretty handy lookout. But unfortunately, he is all by his lonesome and he's got to act according.

To his right is a building, rather unassuming in nature, with a window slightly ajar. Exhibit A. With considerable speed, he makes his way into the building, peering around for whatever might be inside....

( misc ooc notes! )

[ On one of the pews near the front of the open church, two figures sat. One, dark-haired in a trench coat, sitting straight and contemplatinve, while the other, lighter-haired in a rumpled jacket leaned his head on the other's shoulder.

Or perhaps they're just looking around, going about their own ways, looking at the stained glass and watching those who come and go... ]



(( OOC: Joint post for Castiel and Gabriel! The thread between them is closed, but do tag in and just say which angel you'd like to talk to! ))

[Feed clicks on, and there's Minako's upbeat voice and face here, yep!]

Hey, Nakama~! This is Minako. Are you free now?

[It's been a busy couple of days for Yosuke - much of it's had him ready to get away and clear his mind for a bit. Having found his go-to place, he's hanging out at the playground. Maybe you'll find him hanging upside down on the monkey bars, or maybe sitting on a swing. Wherever it is, he looks pretty relaxed, and if you know Yosuke at all, it's pretty obvious it's the most at ease he's been since he showed up in the dome.]

[He's not verbalizing the way the last few days have played out, obviously. With the first two weeks being nothing short of traumatizing, things are starting to settle down - and his conversation with Nakama the day before at his party has him thinking about a lot of things... most of them good.]

[The thought of Nakama's words crossing his mind serves as a reminder. He had something to say on the network! So he does just that, turning on the communicator and smiling brightly into it.]

Hey - uh. Nothing really exciting or important here. I just kind of... wanted to thank everyone who showed up to my, um... birthday party yesterday. You guys made it an awesome birthday, seriously. Seriously. It means a lot to me, hehe.

Sorry if it seems kind of lazy to do it this way, but it was all kind of a blur since it happened so fast.

Thanks again, guys!

[He winks into the camera, then shuts it off. He's totally making the best of this day, awwww yeah.]


[ooc: Action is completely open. Those who would've showed up to Yosuke's birthday are more than welcome to handwave it and we can assume they were there - you're also more than welcome to tag the post still, if you want! ♥]

[Lind is not in the best of moods today. As much as he'd like to move on past what's been happening lately...it is really hard to pretend you're fine when you've suddenly lost your world, you know. Particularly when that person is right there, but there's nothing you can do to regain it.

He's already talked with his youngest brother about this, though he suspects it was more because Agito's not impressed with him worrying Akito about this. Despite that, the dark's left him with a new idea, and he's thinking on it while trying to keep appearances up. That's kind of hard to do though.

For the moment, he's resting on a bench in the park. The grass nearby has several dozen lines criss-crossing it where the ground's been torn up, scar marks from his AT. One leg is drawn to his chest, head resting against his knee. A break from the riding, and to think...]