All right! Marinians, I have an urgent request!

[Popping on screen, Yuuki's long hair is down, hands rising to sit comfortably on her hips as she clears her throat in order to speak into the screen.]

I need to know if there are any intelligent scientist-y individuals here within the dome that might have known me, or about me, upon my previous stay. It's really important! And, er... probably best if you know how to deal with chemical substances and things.

[Brows knitting as she reviews her words, searching for anything else she might need to say or have forgotten.]

Oh! [At once she raises a hand into the air.]

I promise to compensate you for your time. So step right up and help a cute girl today!

[Might as well add - ]

Real criminals with bad intentions need not apply. Believe me, I'll know. Thank you!

[And after a beat]

Shibuya-kun! I need you as well.

[Minako and Michiru have taken over one of the common rooms for a much needed ~CHOCOLATE~ break! What this means is that they've prepared cups of delicious hot chocolate, courtesy of Michiru, and have a bunch of marshmallows and chocolate and granola crackers for their attempted smore extravaganza.]

[Minako clicks on the camera, grinning.]

Hey Marina! Who's up for some smores? [she waves the bag of chocolate around] I know we just had dinner, but if anyone's in the mood for chocolate then you can just follow your nose. Michiru-san and I will be here all night!

[Michiru smiles.] Everyone, feel free to come by. We have plenty of food.

[Long after the dinner banquet has dispersed, Saya stalks the corridors of the shelter, sword held tight. Her customary Japanese school uniform with its innocent charm is nowhere to be seen, replaced by a dark leather jacket and skirt, tall combat boots. A smudge of blood remains on her face, but it's not the only sign of something having gone wrong.]

[Every step tense and deliberate, her katana held as though she might need it at any moment, Saya is definitely on the prowl. Get close enough to see her eyes and you'll find not a trace of the sweet teenager who loves food and track; only the sharp, hard look of someone far removed from such indulgences.]

[However, get close enough and you also might find the edge of her katana a breath from your throat. She's taking no chances tonight -- not after what she let happen before.]