Good evening, Marina.

My name is Sherlock Holmes. Some of you may recall that I conducted a brief survey about the prison's criminal record. As promised, I am broadcasting the results. Those of you that have asked for the actual documentation will have already received it, or else it is in en route by post.

The sample size was fourty-two individuals, including myself. Answers were only drawn from thirty-eight, as many refused or otherwise did not give me complete information for tally. Four of you - that is nearly ten percent - did your best to have your fun with me.

( Long Data Inside )

[ One can hear the occasional twang throughout this delivery. He's toying with his violin, idly tuning the instrument. Sherlock does not love anything, but this is as good, in some ways, as a drug when it comes to pacifying him. ]

I am open now for intelligent discussion regarding the results. You may also request a copy of the documentation of this survey - if this is the case, you may be asked to pick it up yourself. This is at my discretion, as I have received one death threat and most instances of confrontation are arduous to me. Provide your name if you want the documents by post.

(( OOC: Sherlock is lounging in the library. If you're there at the time, you can see him chattering into the communicator and plucking at the violin. He's only broadcasting his voice right now, but any media of response is welcome.

Results may be remedied as time passes. I was a derp and forgot to have him ask this or that to complete everything. ))

[It starts with one light at first, lifting itself from a roof nearest the beach--a solitary lantern glowing and drifting away on the light breeze. From one come many, several burning glows bursting to life and rising up above the trees and the buildings, lanterns of all shapes and sizes floating along like a river of lights. They bob and weave around each other, lightly bumping to change their directions, similar to stars high up near the apex of the dome, the waters below sparkling from the glow.

At the beach there are several tables where inmates may receive a lantern of their own to light and send on its way into the sky, joining the others as they burn through the night.]

[The lanterns are all around the dome, but they will eventually make their way to floating above the waters at the beach. Feel free to see them just about anywhere outdoors! If you want the full effect, check out the full scene from Tangled.]

LETTER RECIPIENTS

• Road: a penpal letter from Akito.
  
  PACKAGE RECIPIENTS
  
• Gazelle: a package from Akito.
  
  NEW PENPAL MATCHUPS
  
• Kanaya & Rapunzel
  
• Kohran & John

[Video]
[PM is seated at her desk. Just barely on screen, Castell can be seen chilling out and nibbling a bit of thawed shrimp. He's also inexplicably wearing a damp lobster-sized kerchief around his upper torso segment.] Greetings, everyone! I am the Peregrine Mendicant, the post master of the Marina Asylum Postal Service. If you have not heard of us yet, please stop by sometime!

Er, but that is not the point of this video. We need volunteers. It is not a daily job so much as one for emergencies or busy days! In exchange, you will receive an extremely flattering uniform and the prestige and pride that come with knowing you are serving a higher cause.

I only require that you are reliable and trustworthy. [Narrowing her eyes, her generally sweet and kind voice takes on a slight edge.] Violating the sacred trust between the postal worker and her recipients is a punishable offense. [And then, brightly and smiling again!] Is anyone interested?

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