Lookin' to meet up with some mechanical types. Maybe some engineerin' types too. Also, curious about learnin' about different combat styles you folk have back wherever you're from. No reason for that last one, really. Just curiosity.

I'll be in sector four by this hugely creeptifyin' cherry tree for the better part of the day for those wantin' to have a chat.

[And Mal will be sitting there beneath the shade of the tree, waiting to see who takes the bait and what he can get out of them.]



( ooc )

[ Before one even arrives into the kitchen, they will be met with the aromas of something grainy and nutty, then sweet and milky, enveloped with the distinct scent of strong, freshly-brewed coffee.

For those who know Sasha, making too much food is a habit she still has to shake off. But they also know that she is more than willing to share.

And whether you are a familiar face or a new one, you will be greeted with a warm smile and a bright -- ]

Good morning! Would you like some breakfast?


---------- Video -----------

[ And thinking that perhaps more can benefit from a warm meal to start the day, she switches on her video feed -- ]

Good morning, Marina! I have made some breakfast. Would you like to join me?

[ And there is a view of freshly baked bread and something that resembles pies -- for breakfast, yes. ]
 

[Rose is standing in the middle of a bedroom, hands on her hips as she contemplates the room. There's a pile of bedding on a low platform bed. The bed is just kind of sitting in the middle of the room and there's a dresser sitting a bit cock-eyed to the wall.]

Woulda thought tryin' to decide where I want the bed would be easier than this.

[She walks over and flops down on the bed, on her back.]

Nothin' wrong with leavin' it just like this, yeah?

[With his belly full and his recently delivered camera secured by a lanyard around his wrist, Ritsuka is ready to set out on the day's mission: to make memories with all of his friends here in Marina. He starts out from the shelter without a particular destination in mind; he picks a direction and starts walking.

Ritsuka enjoys fall, and despite the fact that the seasonal change is artificial, the dome still manages to simulate the crisp, energizing air of a sunny day in October. The only sense in which it lacks is that of freedom, but that's to be expected down here, isn't it? Regardless, Ritsuka is in a good mood, with high hopes for the memories he'll make today.]

[Kallen's just sitting in a chair, dressed in a bathrobe. Her hair is still a little damp from her morning shower, but it's clear she's just been lounging around lazily for a while]

It's been two weeks, now. It's strange... it really feels like a lot longer. I'm wondering if anyone else feels the same way.

[She's so used to fast-paced action, strategies, and fighting. Or being held captive. Either way, she's feeling restless. And with a sigh, she finally gets up from her chair, looking a little tsun.]

I guess I should...go ahead and get ready.

[For her laundry date?!]

Not like I need to do much for-- Ack!

[The tie around her waist, however, gets caught on the armrest, unraveling and allowing her robe to fall open. There's a stretch of smooth, pale skin - from the center of her chest diagonaling down to thigh. It's only a glimpse, though, before she quickly closes her robe once more, blushing bright.]

I'll see you later, Gino!

[ANGRILY SHUTS OFF THE VIDEO AS IF IT WERE SOMEHOW HIS FAULT]

[Hello, Marina. Gazelle hasn't used the communicator very often (at least not where she's using it to post) so bare with her for a moment as she fiddles with the device to be extra sure it's on and working. Finally when she's 100% sure it is, she smiles a little victoriously.]

[And now it's question time, people!] Oh, hey. If anyone can hear me, can you tell me who I talk to... to get to go to school here?

[pause, pause]

Um, because I forgot --But! I really want to go, though.

I don't think I can actually stand another day of this... [ His voice is strained as he tries to catch his breath. ] I know this is supposed to be some kind of a prison, but this... This is excessive.

[ He pauses, then adds: ] Not everyone that was here yesterday is here today, at least... It's weird when I think about it. I know why I'm stuck like this, but I don't understand what other criteria people are held to when they're chained like this; it doesn't really add up. There wasn't really a binding similarity in the kind of people we are.

...I guess it doesn't matter once we're released, though, does it? Aside from all this, everyone seems pretty free...