LETTER RECIPIENTS

• Alucard: a letter from Orihime.
  
  MASS MAILERS
  
• To Kurama, Francis York Morgan, MOMO, Roxas, Kanda, Yuuki Kuran, Miwako Sakurada, Ranka Fujioka*, Sanji, Vanessa Nightray, His Honor the Wayward Vagabond: a small package from Frank Lee.

[Despite how convenient it was to have everyone in the same place, it's good to stretch her legs again and get out and about. The damp doesn't bother her at all, nor does the chill, really. She's snug and comfortable in her winter ensemble, after all.]

[Then again, life feels truly, wholly good for once. She could be wading through a few feet of snow and still be in a good mood as she delivers her precious cargo~]

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[*Ranka Fuhioka was dropped but delivery is being attempted anyway]

Good morning, inmates. It is the 149th day of the third generation.

Preparations have been completed for inmate Sasha's snowball fight. [In other words, there is snow on the ground again.] Inmates who do not wish to participate may be advised to give the area a wide berth.

Inmate Subaru Nakajima, the renovations you requested are now complete.

...Additionally, inmate Cheshire Cat. If you require sustenance, the bots in the shelter kitchens and restaurants across the dome are ready and waiting to make any variety of food you would like. The koi fish are not intended for inmate consumption and further incursions will result in action by this system.

Hey there, good morning.

[Have the smiling face of a smiling boy.]

If you’re new to Marina, welcome. My name is Ryoji Mochizuki; I’d be happy to answer any questions you might have.

[What will he say next! This:]

I’m sorry, but for anyone who knew -- hrk!

[The door behind him closes quietly enough.. on the tail end of his scarf. Ryoji, in trying to walk forward, is abruptly yanked back, scrambling for balance. It’s a moment before he tugs his scarf loose and is able to open the door to free himself.]

-- ah, heh. Sorry.

As I was saying, Senpa – Mitsuru Kirijo and Yukari Takeba aren’t here anymore. [He’s still a little flushed from the exertion, and the announcement causes his gaze to drop a little.] I’m sorry if they were friends of yours, but I think they’re happier being back home.

Well, [one last smile.] I hope everyone has a good day.

( Action for Yosuke )

[Open Action; forward dated to mid-morning]
[It's cold and snowy outside, yet Souji is without a jacket, a hat, gloves... or really, anything more than his normal clothes to protect him from the cold.]

[That's a little too chilly, even for him, so he's making his way towards the store in search of a jacket, at least. Care to bother him?]

[He was so very glad to be out in the wide... well, not so wide, but wider than the shelter! - area of Marina. It felt good not be cramped anymore. He had tons of energy to burn, even if he had done a lot of that yesterday. So he was up early today and out onto his Glider, sweeping through the 'skies' of Marina, trying to go high as he could to see if he could touch the artificial stars as they faded to the artificial dawn.

He paused, turning to watch the 'sun' rise, swaying side to side on his glider, wrapped in his winter coat, air puffing in front of him. His comm was on, catching the 'sunrise' as it came up.]

Is it just me or... or is it not as pretty as the real thing? You know, like the ones back home, in a real sky?