[Getting away from Saber was slightly easier than before -- one of many things that was becoming irksome. Her distant attitude and near-silence was just getting aggravating. Zelgadis had just gotten used to her regular annoyances.]

[-- and, what he'd said to her a few days ago was eating at him. No matter how upset he was at finding himself re-cursed after one day of freedom, taking it out on other people was low. That was why he'd slipped her earlier today and spent a while in the shelter kitchen.]

[He makes sure she's not home, or at least not in the kitchen, while he brings in what he'd been working on. It only takes a few minutes to set up the table, which he fills with a huge multi-dish dinner. Beef hot-pot, roast chicken with vegetables, a recipe he'd found for something called lasagne, along with rice and several kinds of potatoes. He doesn't know how to make a lot of things, but living on his own for years taught him simple things using a campfire. The kitchen gadgets they had here weren't that complicated. A quick heat spell re-warms it all quite efficiently.]

[He just hopes it'll be enough to forget all that nonsense already.]

[Ritsuka offers the video a smile, his small body hidden under many layers of thick winter clothes. He's not wearing a hat, though, since it tickles his ears. He's outside in the park in Sector 4, already knee-deep in snow.]

Yuta! Grab your coat and come meet me in the park. I'll start working on a snowman until you get here.

[He hasn't forgotten his promise to play in the snow with Yuta, though if anyone else should pass by, they're welcome to help build a snow family with him.]

[D is a dark shadow against the backdrop of snow, hair and clothing partially concealing his pale features. He is leaning against a wall in Sector Five, watching the inmates who venture outside into the snow for errands or play. In spite of his relaxed posture, there is an aloof air to him, as though he does not consider himself as belonging to the rest of the prison population. Rather than seem proud, however, he seems lonely, as if he holds himself apart not because he thinks of himself as better than the others, but because of some fault inherent to his nature. In his world, it is a rare dhampir who is accepted into society. Even one so famous as D is often reviled and rejected for the simple reason that a vampire's blood flows through his veins.]

LETTER RECIPIENTS

• Orihime: a letter from Alucard.
  
  MASS MAILERS
  
• To Yuta Takizawa, Alma Karma, Ava Wilson, Sakura Kinomoto, Wayward Vagabond, Jennifer Shibuya, and Rogue: a package from Kamui (Fuuma Monou).
  
  PACKAGE RECIPIENTS
  
• Kohran Li: a package from Kunihiko Moji.
  
• Kamui Shirou: a package from Kamui (Fuuma Monou).

[It's a strange day. The post office, in the morning, was empty, still, and quiet.]

[When at last came the staff to operate and deliver the mail, PM was entirely absent. And again, during the late afternoon route, no PM.]

[The volunteers bustle about, though, making sure that the day's mail is delivered despite her self-imposed, day-long vacation at home. Not that it is much of a vacation to her. Still, she is not entirely missing, as she converses with her volunteers on the network, in private channels and in brief exchanges.]

[Volunteers on duty will be linked in this post if they want to have open action threads!

Duo Maxwell
Miranda]

[Again, sorry for my fail in not sending these out last week, orz. Click here for pen pal signups. Mail submissions for Day 142 go here!]