[Cielo has fallen into a state of semi-ennui due to the lack of a need to hunt. He'd hoped that by joining in on things like the baseball game that he'd be able to get past this feeling, but it kept creeping up on him. As someone who was always trying to be cheerful about everything, he hated this. Unfortunately, there was only so much he could do here. The demon within him wanted out for more than just flying around, but it had no other purpose. There wasn't even any danger at the moment. Worse yet, he wasn't even sure what Sentience was actually feeding him, just taking her... its word that it had what he needed, and it had worked well enough so far.

Currently he's sitting on the observation deck, watching the dolphins swim around with an odd sort of detachment that he isn't used to. Anyone who approaches him will receive a bright smile, but it will fade as soon as they pass by.]

Characters: Wolfram von Bielefeld (open to anyone)
Location: Sector 5, outside the convenience Store.
Time: Morning
Warnings: None (yet)



{ ooc: Feel free to drop by to compliment his ~*~beautiful~*~ drawing skills. Pfff. }

Scientifically speaking, this is absurd. Perjury? Assault with a non-deadly weapon? I've never done anything like that! I can only assume that accusing me of such a thing is a tactic to scare me and break my focus. I won't be fooled so easily; I came a long way to take part in the training, and I won't be deterred.

I see that I've kept my belongings, though this new device is a bit cumbersome. That does not equate to uninteresting, however; I'd love to try and take a crack at the innards of it later, if that's all right. I'm quite good at putting things back together. Oh, I'm getting excited; Lana will flip when she hears about this.

So, where am I, then? This isn't the qualifying exam, is it? Well, if it is, then I'm ready, I suppose. Scientifically speaking, I have to be prepared for anything, so I do congratulate you on the surprise element. Murder in the ocean is a bit of a cliche theme, but still quite creative. It certainly is more interesting than, say, on a boat.

[She had done a good bit of exploring since her arrival and a fair bit of listening to the chatter on the communication device—most of it inane. She'd learned many things, but little seemed very helpful. She was beginning to wonder about these so-called healers. After all, she'd been pushing herself a bit too hard given her injuries.

She'd rejected the idea of asking for assistance directly, however as she found herself leaning heavily against a wall in sector 5 she was beginning to question the wisdom of her decision.]

((OOC: Anyone can tag. I don't care if it is a healer or not.))

[Early morning run is go!

He's skating around...well, the entire dome really. Where there's buildings he's jumping from roof-top to roof-top. On the ground, he's skating through the place as fast as he can.

Feel free to call out to him, he'll skid to a stop most likely. Unless you're Ikki. He'll ignore you then]

[Al's been wandering around the place, trying to get the hang of this place. He's slowly starting to get used to it.

Although. He's just found the pet cafe. And is currently in heaven]

You're all so cute~ [The teen's busy cuddling a pile of kittens, several more hanging off his shoulders. The kitty lover is just in pure heaven right now]

[Saix is in Sector Five, wearing a new (unmangled) coat, methodically working his way from house to house, apartment to apartment. He has a clearly defined objective now; it comes as a greater relief than expected. He is not alone in his search, however.

As he walks away from the most recent house, leaving the front door open, a large female doberman comes loping out from behind the building. He pauses, waiting for her to reach his side, before resuming his steady walk.]

[reaching out with an ungloved hand, resting it briefly on her head as she keeps pace with him.] Next, I suppose.

[After his talk with Grell, Len decides to begin to search for information about this... Agatha. This was really hard, since he didn't know where he was. Len is still in the garden, still wearing his sister's dress. But now he had an order to fulfill.]

H-hello? Is everyone hearing this...? [says awkwardly, not very used to this kind of communication. There wasn't phones back home, you see]

I would like to get some information about a person called "Agatha". If anyone were so kind to give me any kind of information, that would help me a lot.

Thank you.

[This was really like writing a letter. An oral letter, that is.]