[Wandering around somewhere in Sector 2, thoroughly lost. He's talking to himself, so his tone is similarly quiet-ish.] Wh-what is this place? I-I can't be here, I have work to finish! The others, the rocket... I have to get to the hangar!

[Dahlia is speaking with her ordinary sweet and police demeanor, but those who are good at perceiving tones of voice will notice that she's just a little more stressed than usual.]

Mr. Terminal, I apologize, but it seems I won't be able to make our little rendezvous. Perhaps another time?

I need to be alone. Yes, alone. [she doesn't seem to realize she said that out loud.]

[Early into the afternoon, Vash wakes up in the hospital in one of the hospital beds. He's a bit groggy and feels tired, but the first thing he does is run his hand up to his right shoulder. It's still there, but he can tell the power of angel arm is gone. It's a calm feeling, and he sinks back into the pillows and grabs his communicator off the bed tray. What Vash doesn't know yet is that his hair is completely black now.]


Hey Conrad, it's done now. ...Are you busy right now?

Stupid giggly bastard, that I lost to yesterday. Where the fuck are you, and what the hell do you want me to do?

[Touzokuou had put it off as long as he could, but he has his pride, and it won't allow him to avoid Joshua all day. He agreed to be his slave if he lost, and he would. That certainly doesn't mean he is going to be happy about it, though.]

[He's been enjoying not having to do the prescribed activities today. And the promise of getting free tomorrow! And well...to tell the truth he misses talking to a few certain people, but it's not like he's going to call them out. After you hide for a little while...it's hard to just throw yourself back in there. So he's doing a little exploring of the dome he hasn't been able to do before. Currently, in this odd place with an overabundance of butterflies. Like many others though he's found it a good place to just sit.]

...does anyone know the rules about...er...romantic relationships? Are there some kind of rules?

[COMPLETELY UNRELATED.] Hey, Sora? If you want to go to that beach thing tonight, I'll go with you.

[Russel and Fletcher have received the future-viewing minidiscs from the bots at the party, and have gone off somewhere less crowded to view them. Fletcher looks his over first, then looks up at Russel and smiles at him.]

See, I told you. I'm sure everything's just fine back home.

[And he waits for Russel to respond before putting the disc into his headset.]

[ooc: event log! it's a party at the beach and everyone's invited. aside from decorations, the beach is filled with games, like volleyball and badminton, tools for making sandcastles, etc. there's also various food stands manned by robots, accompanied with benches and tables: fruit and barbecue, freezers with snowcones and ice cream, and ramen, of course. the dolphins are out and frisky, willing to play with inflatable toys to get attention from the partygoers. and later, they'll be fireworks!]

[and, of course, off in the shade of the park, the stand with the mini-discs.]

[comment to this post to establish what you're doing at the beach, and then comment to other people's comments to socialize with them, etc. most of you know the drill! if you want to do something in your own thread, you're also welcome]