[After the end of her shift, PM spent some time setting up the break room of the post office into a dinner space for this evening. this seems familiar, somehow She promised Eridan a meal together and this is the best night for it where something didn't come up and her personal life wasn't a ridiculous mess. Only after setting up does she realize that it's more likely to be Eridan's breakfast than a dinner, but hopefully he won't mind a heavy meal to start his night.]

[It will be nice to get to know the little troll better. They've had a number of pleasant conversations, and weird-but-still-okay conversations. What better a way to spend an evening than to make friends? Absolutely nothing can possibly go wrong. No way.]

[Coffee brewed and table set, PM heads to the front to wait for Eridan.]

( Deep Puck thoughts that mostly amount to 'be more fun, guys' )

( The actual spell )

[OOC: Feel free to thread amongst yourself, anywhere in the dome! Here's the OOC post for details.]

LETTER RECIPIENTS

• Sakura Kinomoto: a letter from Shinwoo Han.
  
  PACKAGE RECIPIENTS
  
• Miwako Sakurada: a package from Sanji.

[PM is on the route... though her behavior is a bit more sketchy than usual.]

[She took Miss Iris Rainbowroad (the mail trike) out for a spin, and also because she is on the run. It's not her fault that she's completely sore and sort of wounded today. It's even less her fault that the mail volunteers almost universally ended up joining in the rebellion against Acumen. It's ... okay it actually is her fault that she told WV and AR that she was taking a nap and then climbed out the window because they wouldn't let her leave to do the route.]

[The mail has to be delivered, alright?]

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Who do you think would win in a fight between Acumen and Sentience? And why should we give a damn about Sentience? I bet they're the same shit. I've been here over a week and I'm already tired of bots running the show. 's not like this is some underwater G*nd*m series.

Speaking of fighting, Michael, day 165 sound good? I'm giving you a little time to train. I don't want to beat you that easily. Also bring a bucket for your blood for you to keep as a souvenir. What do you want me to do with your body when I'm done with you? I gotta make these plans right now so I can reserve a cleanup crew.

[Despite the weight of her eyelids and the incredible exhaustion from yesterday's fighting, PM forces herself out of a dazed state. The lights are on, so it seems to be the normal dome. There is no threat of being subdued or possibly killed by robots. Or, at least, no threat that isn't generally present under normal circumstances.]

[PM starts to push herself up, but very quickly thinks better of it and lays back down. She’s very sore, and extremely hungry, and probably needs a bit of tending to.]

WV? [A little louder.] AR?

[Alright, well. Snowman had spent long enough flipping out and breaking things and trying to get this dumb chain off her ankle. What the hell. Like she was a common criminal, really.

She flips her communicator on and wow hey Marina I hope you like your weird shiny black alien faces, because here's another one. She appears to be in the hospital, if the background is any indication.

There might be something on fire behind her. It's hard to tell because her big glaring face is taking up most of the view.

Gee, she looks mad.]

From what I can surmise, we've all been imprisoned in some kind of idiotic penitentiary. This much is clear. [She sees you all whining about it ...]

But I am meant to be dead. What is the point of imprisoning me if I were nearly dead anyway? I need to speak to whoever is in charge here, it's just ridiculous --

[Vague destructive noises as she kicks something off-camera. Grrr!! She spends a minute fuming in silence after that, pointed fingers tapping rhythmically against her upper arms.]

Additionally. I need cigarettes.

[[Open to participants at the end of Round One!]]


[You wake up suddenly, and you're not where you were. But looking around, you find you're in... your own room. Your own bed. It's dark and quiet, late at night, and any friends and roommates you might have are there with you, still sleeping, or just waking up.]

[But something is wrong.]


((OOC: This mingle will function the same as the last mingle. Sentience will make a "prompt" comment for each new development, and then you respond to them and thread amongst each other. In this mingle you start out separated, so you are also welcome to use your communicators to video or voice chat with each other in response to each prompt comment. But you are only capable of speaking to other people who are in this mingle; you cannot hear, speak to, or communicate with anyone who isn't taking part in the event. So don't tag any other action or network posts on the community if you're in the event!))

[Late afternoon in Sector 3, a slightly-built robot, different from the many that wander the facility, has gathered with a few of the inmates in front of the movie theater.]

[They're planning a party, or so they say.]

[...Within an hour they break away and head to an unremarkable, sealed building towards the dome wall of Sector 3. And then Sentience's party disappears inside it and they are not seen or heard from again for the rest of the day.]


((OOC: The first event mingle. Do not respond to the post itself! Sentience will make several comments over the next few hours. Each comment is a separate prompt, describing the action that's just happened and which is happening. Comment to a "prompt" comment to set your character in the mingle, so that other characters can tag you there! If you want to tag Sentience, Sentience will be making comments just like every other character so that you can interact with it directly.))

[It's so late that you can reasonably get away with calling it "early" when PM gives up on sleep. After throwing on the bare minimum of clothing to deal with the weather, she leaves the comfort of her home. Her sour mood, compounded by exhaustion and newfound anticipation for the next day, just serve to make her feel even colder than the weather alone is responsible for. The bath house seems like a good idea, so she sets out, stepping quietly so that her shelled feet make minimal noise on the walkways.]

[Once she's there, though, a thought occurs to her. It pains her to involve other people in her business, but she doesn't really know how else to handle it. Towel wrapped tightly around her, she hesitates in the changing room for a bit as she draws up the desire to make the call, shuffling out into the main baths as she does so.]

[Voice]

[PM speaks softly, almost in a whisper, because although she hopes people take the headset off when they go to bed, she can't be too sure.]

Is anyone still awake? And is willing to discuss, er... feelings?

[At worst, she might get a few trolls trying to talk to her about troll romance, but even that would be an improvement over the current situation.]

--
((OOC: sorry for two posts so quickly, I had this one planned before the mods told me we needed a mail post :3c ))

MASS MAILERS

• To Sentience's "bodyguards": a mass mailer from Sentience.

[Today's route carries mail from a very special individual, so PM swallows her awkward personal problems and steadfastly goes about her business, trying to avoid making a huge deal out of the invitations she has been entrusted with.]

[After all, this could have nothing at all to do with anything important or relevant to anyone's interests. Possibly.]

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[ it happens without warning. he's having a light lunch in his apartment, about to head back out for more gardening, when it hits him. and then he's on his knees, with his hands to his head.

Kanda stays like that for a long while after the last of the images have faded from his mind, more than a little bit dazed. his lips are dry and so is his throat.

after a beat, he tears open the collar of his shirt, to check on--

--and stops, his eyes intent on his own skin.

eventually he fixes his shirt. eventually he stands. and then he opens a channel, clipped and short. ]

[private to allen]

--Where are you?


((ooc: Voice is closed! Open action is on the way to find Allen! So you can find him out and about anywhere in Marina, heading in that direction.

Feel free to notice that Mugen doesn't appear to be with him.))

LETTER RECIPIENTS

• Sanji: a letter from Miwako Sakurada.

[While PM normally doesn't mind the idea of kissing, feelings and problems tend to get in the way of seeing the bots as an amusing and not entirely destructive aspect of prison life.]

[Though she knows it's really no one's fault but her own. PM isn't going to resort to violence against the little robots, or start avoiding others. they did grant her horribly guilty wish, after all. Still, she's going to be careful to make sure they don't enter the post office so that people will not feel the need to avoid it.]

((OOC: PM is available either for smooches or just general threading! She doesn't have lips but she can totally still kiss, ok.))

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[Hiling is at the club enjoying a delicious chocolate martini. It seemed appropriate for the season. She's in a good mood today, after chasing people for kisses. Maybe she'll even be in for some more! She certainly wouldn't object. She'll smile and playfully wiggle her fingers at anyone she sees walk in, whether she's expecting them or not.]

[ Oz flicks on the feed, hands on chin and grinning at the screen. If one's an astute observer, they might notice it's just a bit to wide to be truly sincere. ]

Hey! My fish tank seems to be getting a bit on the green side. Anyone know how to clean one and want to take a hand at it?

[ yep, that tank hasn't been cleaned since the last Gilbert disappeared. Shame on him for making that poor fish suffer! Oh, and it's a pretty big tank. Just so you know! ]

[ Later, for those wanting a special kiss from one Oz Vessalius, he'll be wandering around the pet cafe, looking up fish food and cleaning supplies and of course a Vessalius can't starve! That's what the shelter kitchens are for. How in the world did those bots get there... ]

((ooc: Oz is canonically 15 years old so please keep that in mind where bots are concerned!))

[WV is out running errands today, but he is PREPARED.]

[armed with his wooden practice sword, he's ducking and weaving to the best of his ability, occasionally whipping behind a bush or tree trunk when he sees one of those little robots approaching in the distance. He is wearing knee pads and elbow pads, as well, to prevent any injuries from daring rolls behind cover.]

[if he sees any innocent passers-by, they can expect to be reprimanded sternly for being out in the open on such a perilous day!]


[OOC: smooches of all sorts are welcome! Or just conversations, or just a quick peck on the forehead to ESCAPE. But really, why your character wouldn't want to smooch such a fine, fine example of heroic carapacian manliness is utterly beyond me.]

[Lovely day for being in any open, common area of the dome, isn't it? Of course there is a chance of kissing bot, but it's always something in the underwater prison.]

(OOC: Check out the OOC post for details. Pucker up! Edit: Links for those with loading problems!)

LETTER RECIPIENTS

• Miwako Sakurada: a letter from Sanji.

[It's a fresh new day, and PM is ready to face it. Even if that means ignoring the entirely awkward situation at home, but hey, she can totally do that.]

[The mail lady/queen, in light of a sparing load of mail to deliver, has filled her bag with brochures about the post office and is ready to present them to anyone--regardless of if they've arrived recently or not--she has not seen at the post office much. Or at all.]

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[It's been an awkward few days in the carapacian household thanks to PM's horrifically botched attempt to talk to AR about his feelings. She isn't quite ready to try again, but she can't really let the issue lie, either. And despite what WV said on the contrary, she has a nagging feeling that AR must dislike her.]

[When she gets home from her duties at the post office, she spends a little time with Castell, and then, realizing she can't put off going into the kitchen forever because she is getting pretty hungry, she touches the glass of her pet lobster's tank and whispers.] Wish me luck.

[The lobster twitches its antennae, which PM interprets as the appropriate well-wishing. She'll face down a bloodthirsty demi-god without a hint of fear, and yet a very beloved friend who might hate her is a whole different matter entirely. PM peeks into the kitchen.]

[ Today might seems like any other day in good ol' Marina but no today is rather different, at least for Wolfram, for Acumen has made a great announcement: Ponies!

After taking a break from his patrolling shift the blond prince instantly heads towards Sector 6 to check out the new stable. Soon, he finds himself walking among the stalls, curiously looking the fine breeds Acumen has brought here. He is brought to a halt, however, as his attention diverts and fixes onto one peculiar equine.

Bringing a hand up and with a faint smile decorating his template, the look on his face is unusually kind as he approaches the horse and gently pets it's muzzle. The reason this particular horse caught his attention is simple: This horse is a white horse... just like the one he used to ride back home. ]

LETTER RECIPIENTS

• Orihime: a letter from Alucard.
  
  MASS MAILERS
  
• To ( Marina Academy Faculty - teachers, assistants, and other volunteers ): a notice from Gilbert G.P. Guilford.

[Oblivious to the bomb crisis because it hasn't even happened yet, thanks to a distinct lack of respect for chronology, PM is cheerfully going about her route while there is still some light out. Of note is a pure black sword strapped to her side with a makeshift sheath, but other than that one rather noteworthy change, she goes about her day trying to track down the various school faculty.]

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