[It doesn't really hurt anymore. Her stomach has been well treated and wrapped and she's on pain medication. She's lucky.

She's lucky Faith got there when she did. She's lucky they have such advanced medical facilities. She's lucky she'll be able to go home tomorrow.

Euphie isn't sure she feels lucky. She isn't sure what she feels at all. She just keeps thinking about the blood that was on her dress. She's clean and in fresh clothing now of course, but it still seemed like she could see it. Her blood. Wasn't it?]


( OOC )

[Just like yesterday, Tamaki can be found sitting at the piano in the music room of the Education Center but unlike yesterday, he's not making this a public show. He plays a few random notes before making a call to Judith to tell him he's ready to play for her.]

[filtered to Judith]

Princess, if you are ready to listen I am prepared to play for you again. [He pauses for a moment, realizing something.] And should you prefer to have a live show it would be my honor to walk you here! [wink!]

[End filter]

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[Once that's over with Tamaki stays at the piano for a little while, just playing around with the piano a little more. He has no where to be and he really does enjoy playing so what's the hurry to go back to his room just because he's done playing for Judith?]

[ Neil, who is suspiciously absent from the field this evening, sounds a little strained as he makes the call. Mechanical sounds are evident in the background, along with the occasional tinny echo of the haro units as they work. ] Alright, so... long story short, there are some-- [ A grunt, followed by what sounds like a something metal snapping. ] --technical difficulties which is forcing us to cancel tonight's astronomy class.

But! If we get this figured out by tomorrow night, we will still debut the-- [ His voice gets quiet as he turns his head away from the microphone. ] Lacus. Tomorrow night, right? From Sasha? -- Right. We'll debut some charts provided by Ms. Sasha for display, and she will give us a lesson on the zodiac.

[ Another snap. ] Damn! [ Sigh. ] Alright, sorry again for all this. Hope to see you tomorrow! [ He ends the call. ]

((ooc: For day 120 by the way! Any new responses will come after he's done undoing the damage he did to the projector.))

[He's tried to break out of his SEELE/NERV-imposed sleep schedule, but so far he's still up with the morning announcements and ready to start his day.

On this particular day, that means wandering the residential sectors, starting with Sector 2, looking for a new place to live. Oh, the shelter's not that bad, but it is crowded and a bit stifling. He liked having his own apartment in Tokyo-3 instead of always being under the feet of the Old Men, so he figures he'll go back to that.

A roommate wouldn't be so bad, though...]

So, um...

[Fidgeting as the screen flips on, a girl with long brown hair worn up high in a ponytail (for once) glances away from the camera, red decorating her cheeks in a soft hue that glows. Fingers twisting, she tears them apart to curl into her skirt, a nervous habit that also serves for embarrassment. She licks her lips, speaking carefully as she continues.]

Ehee--I was just wondering, but,uh...is there anyone who tutors? I mean for some of the classes here in school...

[Looking a little sheepish, she laughs awkwardly before closing her eyes and giving a small sigh. Boy, asking really is kind of embarrassing.]

Good morning, inmates. It is the 121st day of the third generation. Today will be hot and sunny, and cooling off in the evening.

According to a crossdimensional matrix of Earths today is the Summer Solstice, the longest day of the year and the traditional beginning of summer. This morning, the beach will be closed to set up for the celebration of the Solstice. Please do not disrupt the facility robots or divert them from their tasks. Inmates who do so will be prohibited from the festivities.

This afternoon, please enjoy the number of activities set out on the beach, as well as food stands incorporating festival foods from various Earth countries. For those who are of age and choose to partake, there will be one stand serving alcoholic beverages. Please do not attempt to bring your own alcohol to the beach. Any attempt to tamper with or remove the alcohol from the beach is prohibited.

In the evening, this system will be providing fireflies throughout the dome for relaxation and reflection. As a forewarning, they will be impossible to injure or kill.

Inmates Duo Maxwell and Maya Fey, the items you requested are available by the entrance to Sector 0.

((OOC: An event post will go up on Wednesday for the event! Also, please remember that Acumen posts are for kiosk requests, only! Reaction posts to the comm are encouraged!))

[It's early, as in very early just barely past the morning announcement early. And where is Richie?

Inside the coffee shop of course. Where else would a guy be when he's been trying to keep himself awake so as to rewrite from memory every single experiment or schematic he had drawn since arriving in Marina. Having a photographic memory with a brain that holds information like a million gigabyte hard drive isn't a bad thing--usually. Except for when you have to copy it all down.

But who needs sleep anyway when there are so may other things he could be doing with his time? And coffee is much better than the little "pick-me up" pills he'd invented--or at least safer.

Just don't disturb all the coffee cups in front of him that have been stacked into a pyramid or the papers that look like someone spilled ink--and maybe coffee--all over them.]

[There's a fine line between a victorious laugh and a madpony's laugh. Rarity's triumphant laugh toes that line.]

I've done it! I've made my first client-requested outfits!

For our lovely, hard-working mail lady, a dress fit for both a walk in the par or a night on the town. It is the most lovely shade of pink, is it not? I daresay you'll look lovely in it.

For Link, I think your princess will look wonderful in this gown. I know you said simple, but I couldn't help myself. I had to add a bit of dazzle to it.

And for Kanji, I think you'll like this. I've never made a jacket before, but I daresay it suits your style. The leather was a bit tricky, but I did it!

I do hope I met your standards; these were fun to make! Remember, Carousel Boutique is here for your fabulous clothing needs!

[He didn't really start to feel it until he was done with morning training and now -- not uncontrollable, but it is extremely uncomfortable. Just enough to never let him entirely forget. Good thing Conrad's patrols aren't until this evening. But it does beg the question of that to do about it.]

[Blood packs in the shelter are plentiful (if unpalatable), and Diva needn't know. But if he should find someone willing, was that so wrong? -- No, he shouldn't think that way. But once the thought is there...]

[He settles himself down at the edge of the park, shelter elevator in plain view. As are plenty of passersby, which his eyes follow for just a little too long.]

((OOC: hungry vampire is twitchy. It won't be hard to notice that he doesn't seem to be feeling well, but he absolutely will not attack anyone so feel free to sit down for a chat.]

[Since he hadn't gotten any angry calls on the communicator about someone burning down Kamui and Subaru's house, he's guessing the surprise party went alright. Not that he had sent an invitation to anyone he thought might cause much trouble on their own, but who knew with putting that group of people in a room together. Fuuma was pleased the plan had seemingly gone off without any problems though.]

[Now he was faced once again of his increasingly annoying problem of nothing to do. Figuring out how to roll a cake had actually taken up a fair amount of time and effort, which he was fine with. It was a nice distraction from the increasing lethargy he faced here. As he was now - "Kamui" - was not a state he was truly meant to actually live with. He had been meant to break all the kekkai in Tokyo to end the world and kill Kamui. That would kill all the humans living on Earth. Fuuma wasn't an exception. But here, he had no purpose. He could hardly hear a whisper of a wish from most people, the planet wasn't wishing for humanity to die, and Kamui was less than inclined to do anything about his "wish" to bring "Fuuma" back. He could only verbally and physically push so much.]

[So for today, his plan was to wander aimlessly until the celebrations Acumen had announced for later. At least with that he was almost guaranteed to run into someone. That always made things a little less boring.]


((OOC: There be a Fuuma wandering around the dome. He'll pretty much be just about anywhere this morning, save for the beach of course, so feel free to hit him up.))

Good morning! [ When Ashton addresses the feed, it's with a sheepish expression on his face. The floor of the training hall is visible behind him, as is one very wrecked training dummy. He has a towel over his head because this morning's session with Conrad has been particularly hectic, so he's dripping with sweat. ] Um.. I have kind of an odd request. Does anyone know how to make stronger practice weapons? I'd keep using the ones they provide at the dojo, but... well...

[ Here he holds up a wooden practice sword, but the tip is wrecked, and the spot where the guard should be looks as if it was ripped clean up. There is a huge, fading bruise on the top of his palm where he holds it. It wasn't even Conrad's fault -- these weapons aren't designed for people like them. ] See what I mean?

I don't want Mr. Cain to have to keep replacing these for me.