[Private to Suzaku]
We should probably talk.

[Private to Rebecca]
Hey. So about last night...

[Private to Allen]
...[cancelled]

[Action | open]
[She debated back and forth over showing up at the club, but tonight she'll be getting outfitted with a collar that prevents her from going into any bar in the prison—standing or burned to the ground. So, one last drink then. Or ten maybe...]

[There hasn't been much going on, but Hiling still attends to her duties at the post office. It seems that today she has found something other than bubble wrap to keep herself occupied. She sits at the desk, writing a letter on official post office stationary. She taps the pen on the desk while she's thinking.]

[In light of recent events, we could all benefit from an episode bookend quote some encouraging words, right?]

Bruce Barton wrote, "Action and reaction, ebb and flow, trial and error, change - this is the rhythm of living. Out of our over-confidence, fear; out of our fear, clearer vision, fresh hope. And out of hope, progress."

Euphemia? May I have a word with you, please?

[Filtered to the Defense Force]

Hey guys… I have a proposition.

[ Wolfram is growing restless, moreso than he has been during the past few days-- a mix of uncertainty and impatience is taking over him. (It's mostly impatience, though.)

He's returning from the convenience store with a little plastic bag with sea salt ice cream bars and some snacks for Pluto. He could go to his apartment but if he goes there the impatience he's feeling will only grow. 

Instead he's going to sit by the beach, will unwrap one of the bars and will munch on it quietly while he waits for Axel to come home. ]
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