[voice | private | Murata - unreceived]
Hey, Murata. Where have you been? [And then a few hours later.]

[voice | private | Conrad & Wolfram]
Conrad? Wolfram?

...It's Murata.

[voice | open]
[That usual bounce isn't in his voice today.]

No one is allowed to be baseball manager anymore.

[Because that's clearly what sends people away who he'd really rather have not away.]

[Snow is cold, which means its time to bundle up. Yuta's at the clothing store in Sector Five, wearing a winter hat and scanning shelves and aisles for gloves and scarves too. Hopefully he could keep warm to avoid freezing his fingers. He switches on the video feed and blinks curiously before speaking.]

I was wondering, who's the youngest in Marina? I want to play in the snow but I don't think the adults will want to.

[Cloud's in the training hall, going through a few exercises with a training sword. He's compensating for the lightness of the weapon, but no one would know it simply from looking at him. Whatever awkwardness is evident in him in social situations is gone here. He knows precisely where the practice weapon is at all times, his movements smooth, confident and controlled.]

[Tieria was by himself at dome itself, staring out into the water. In a way, it was similar to standing in the Ptolemy's observation deck when they had been underwater that time. It was quiet here. Not many people came all the way out to the edge unless they were using the running track. Even then, it was dark now. No one would be out running in the dark.

( tl;dr musings )

He put his hand on the dome's surface, leaning forward against it. Why did it feel so much like he was losing control?]