[ Oz pops up on the screen, smiling and with tea cup in hand, a feast spread out behind him. Yes, he is at the party but there seems to be something missing... ]

Have no fear, there's plenty of cake and meat left at the party, still! You can trust if Alice or Break were still here, there wouldn't be any left. I guess you're just in luck, yes?

[ Yes, this is how he chooses to inform the unfortunate of their absence. Oh well. He was getting used to his friends popping in and out at will. Best to just keep the guest bed ready for the next one. ]

((ooc: Action free to anyone who wants to bother him at Sentience's party. Oz really can't let good food go to waste.))

[The shelter is clearly equipped for a celebration to mark the changing of wardens. Everything is neat and tidy, with decorations and a generous food spread laid over the tables for the taking. There’s also the usual entertainment in the common areas – TVs, video games, movies. Maybe you can talk someone into an impromptu karaoke party. Why not? Sentience doesn’t mind.

There’s a party to be had, so get down with your bad self.



Need an invite? Aren’t quite sure what’s going on? Well, here’s a friendly neighbourhood Judith to explain it to you. The camera feed pans over a glammed up corner of the shelter’s common area before going back to her face. It’s clear she’s pleased by the set-up.]

If I had known this was planned, I would have made some special cupcakes.

[Are you wondering what goes into Judith’s special cupcakes? Keep wondering.]

I suppose after all the excitement from last night, it’s nice to have some fun and relax. I’m not sure it’s fair to have one party directly following another – but maybe I’ll get to make up for missed opportunities. [She wanted to kick a robot’s face in, okay.]



((OOC: Mingle post for Sentience’s party in the shelter! The shelter is decorated with streamers and there’s a feast spread! But only three types of ice cream, though. Create threads and tag amongst yourselves! It’s a celebration, anything goes. Backdated slightly to the early evening.

If you want to respond to Judith via video, feel free! There will be a thread for that right here! Notifs are turned off otherwise.))

[His good mood from yesterday is somewhat dampened, but only because of where Conrad's headed. Hope and smiles unfortunately can't keep his hunger at bay forever, and having been torn into bloody shreds 36 hours ago hadn't made matters better. Hence, a trip to the shelter kitchens that's made much longer and more uncomfortable by enough weakness to be discouraging.]

[Once he arrives, he pulls out one of Acumen's blood packs and then -- proceeds to weigh it in his hand, considering. Diva may not even notice the smell, and after being back to himself for those days the idea of feeding on a person -- well, he'd be lying to call it repulsive, but he doesn't want to go that far again.]

[On the other hand, he'd returned to Diva to find her surrounded by torn up bits of dolls. If he displeases her again... imagining the floor coated with his King's or his brother's blood is making him hesitate.]


((OOC: There will be absolutely no vamp-attacks, so feel free to chat him up at the kitchen or on his way there. It's probably pretty obvious by his pallor that he's not feeling great no matter how he denies it, which he will XD;;))

[It's Defense Force patrolling day! And Yuuri is out and about complete with his demon sword. He's going to keep things nice and orderly and once he realizes the bots are out he will probably totally not be jumping into nearby bushes when he sees you coming. He'd go inside, but it's patrolling day, so he's supposed to be everywhere. /wibble.]


(OOC: Morgif, the demon sword, is probably going to want kisses from the ladies too. Yes, this is a thing. He does NOT need to get them, but he may pucker and moan in their direction. For this...I am truly sorry.)

[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!)

[ Inmates of Marina, the dude in this video feed--the one with the long blond hair and circular glasses sitting halfway down his nose--does not look pleased. Not pleased at all. ]

Ritsuka. You're here, aren't you?

[ and then--and this part hurts, it's embarrassing, because he should just know, but their bond isn't quite strong enough for that yet-- ]

Tell me where to find you.

[ He doesn't seem too concerned with anyone or anything else, but the post is public. He hasn't taken the time to learn how to filter yet; there are far more important matters at hand. ]

[ ooc; action is only open to Ritsuka, but video is for everyone! ]

[ She had felt it. She had wanted to speak with him, after his troubling public question, wondering where it had stemmed from. Luck had not been on her side, until trying to reach him through the communicator had proven to be in vain: Naoya is gone.

The day is like one where everything seems to have fallen through at the same time. In passing by the Defense Force Headquarters, she learned that two members, two of those she had considered dear -- Alucard and Zelda -- have gone as well.

Since there was no science class to attend, no baseball practice, she decides to distract herself at the Devil's Compass, even if it was not her scheduled day of work. She could cook at the Shelter, or even at home but being "at work" felt more distracting somehow.

With her recipe notebook open on the counter, she absentmindedly tries to follow a new recipe. From time to time, she pops out of the kitchen, to sweep the floor and dust surfaces off -- if anyone comes in, they will be greeted with a smile. Life goes on, after all... ]


(( OOC: Old faces, new faces, everyone's welcome! Sasha might not be able to mix alcoholic drinks, but as per usual, she'll be more than glad to feed people X3~ Threadjacks are welcome ))
 

[ 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. ]

[Sector 3 is a popular destination for entertainment! People may be interested in seeing a movie at the theater, getting a drink or singing karaoke at the club, playing games at the arcade, or dropping by the Brave Vesperia headquarters -- on business or otherwise. In addition, Sector 3 has a lot of apartments and small houses; maybe people are just coming and going on their daily routine, or you might be seeing a friend who lives here.]

[Everyone who might have passed through Sector 3 today -- morning, noon, or night -- is invited to thread out a chance encounter here, or a date, or a gathering of friends. Just tell everyone where your character is and what they're doing, and go!]

[ (But if your occasion takes place after dark, remember there was a bomb threat if that's relevant to your character.) ]

[As soon as the "daylight" comes on, Conrad's slipping out Zelda's door, having eaten and cleaned up the platter she brought and folded her blanket neatly, leaving a quick note that he will be back to wash it later. Hopefully she won't be worried, but he has things to do.]

[Namely, finding Wolfram and avoiding Diva. Which is why he tries to be careful as he moves through the alleys and streets, but there's no avoiding everyone. He only hopes that people won't take much notice of the small bandage on his temple.]

( Private Voice Filters to Tear and Hei, respectively )

[Today is quieter around the shelter -- and there's less food. It's getting kind of cramped in here, isn't it? And boring. There are plenty of games and entertainments left over from the party, but everyone is gathered together and... finding things to do.]

[So what are you doing?]

[It's well past midnight, you're sleeping peacefully or relaxing with a good book in the shelter, when suddenly in comes some staggering redhead who is more than likely to trip over you.

Once again, he's awake when he shouldn't be because his body just wont sit still. He's contemplating, constantly contemplating things and trying to figure out how to make them work, and in an attempt to calm his nerves he heads for the bar around midnight. Thankfully teleportation is still possible, so when mostly everyone has gone to sleep, Axel wanders out. Of course this proves to be harder than expected. That much snow, that much cold--How can anyone like this stuff? But he manages and with a few more stubborn jumps through Corridors he makes it to the inside of the bar, realizing too late that there's no bot in here to tend to him. Plus, it's freezing.

Always gotta do things yourself, right?

About an hour or so later and he poofs back into the shelter, and needless to say that he's not in the best shape wobbling here and there and furthermore exhausted from teleporting and being pounded by snow. Please excuse him if he ends up tripping on you on his way to find an empty couch to sleep on, ok? Or...complain about it. Whichever gets you more in the holiday spirit.]

((OOC: Thread with Wolfram is closed, but otherwise open now that all my Christmas parties are done with~))

[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.]

Good morning, Marina! [Have a very smiley pink haired girl on your video feed!] For anyone I haven’t met, I’m Lacus Clyne and I’m very glad to meet you.

It seems as though we’re all going to be in the shelter today, so we should make the best of things. I was thinking that we should get together and have a big winter banquet! Anyone who wants to help cook should please feel free to come to the kitchens and assist, and if not you should still come and enjoy the food with us.

Dinner will be served at 5 in the main cafeteria, and after that maybe we could have fun playing games and watching movies together. I hope everyone has a good day, and I hope to see everyone at the feast!

[A few minutes later]

I just learned that today is also Ritsuka’s birthday! To celebrate there will be a cake and some special desserts and decorations. [as many decorations as they can find without access to the store.] Everyone please, stop by to wish him a happy birthday!

***
((OOC Notes: Mingle post, open to all! Reply to Lacus by [video] or there are several action options: [cooking] any time before 5pm ICly, [dinner] a huge buffet of almost anything you could want, or [after dinner] for card games, board games, and movies throughout the cafeteria and nearby common rooms! Your character is in no way obligated to be at all of these, but they could be if you want~

Also! A link to Ritsuka’s birthday party will be added once it goes up. There will be cake and lots of special desserts and pretty decorations in one area of the cafeteria.

If anyone wants to intentionally or unintentionally sabotage the food, please contact me OOCly before you do so. Thanks and ENJOY!))

[ It's a simple game, but it has helped the blonde kill a good amount of time. Wolfram usually would complain or bitch about being kicked out, but no today. After being shooed out of his apartment and going through the trouble of finding a new empty room —all while dealing with a killer hangover— Wolfram has been sitting quietly and calmly on one of the Shelter's couches and in front of him is a tea table with a rectangle-shaped structure made of sticks of wood. The game may be plain but it's quite entertaining: Pull a stick and place it on top on the remaining pieces– keep on taking them out and keep going on carefully or the structure will fall apart.

Wolfram is carefully pulling more wood sticks out of the wobbly tower, pulling softly and carefully— until he suddenly falters and the whole thing falls apart.

ldksfjlsfj

stupid game. ugh, time to rebuild it all. ]

Hey. [Always weird starting these.] So, the Devil's Compass has a pool table now if anyone is interested. There's a dart board too, [Thinking] and we still have drinks. It's the only place outside of the club you can get alcohol.

Sasha is here tonight too, so we've got pizzas, quiche, and pie. ["Pie" might have come out slightly sighed.] So, stop in. [Should he say bye? Awkward pause. Click.]

(OOC: It's a mingle! If you want to reply directly to the video you can. Please use Sam's comment, because I'm turning off comments!)

[New people were arriving today. But Marie wasn't watching for them this time. There would be time for that later. She hadn't forgotten. And she didn't want to neglect them but... something had been bothering her for a few days.

So instead, she could be found in the library, acting a bit strangely. Strangely because she's never done this before. It's not clear at first glance, what it is, but there are a number of books sitting at her side. She's reading one of them, and looks pretty focused.

But then, it draws a reaction from her. A soft, kind of giddy smile as she reads through the text.]

ooc: Marie is currently going through a series of books, interested in relationships and the emotion known as love. She's trying to keep a low profile but please feel free to pester her and ask what this is all about.

[Sector 5 sees a lot of people over the course of a day. Many live there in houses or apartment complexes; many come there to shop for food or clothing; many come there to relax and have a meal; some even come for the entertainments offered by the bowling alley, the ice rink, or the Devil's Compass.]

[Everyone who might have passed through Sector 5 today is invited to thread out a chance encounter here, or a date, or a gathering of friends. Just tell everyone where your character is and what they're doing, and go!]

[He's not at all dressed for the weather, but that doesn't seem to bother Conrad as he briskly walks the streets. Generally, he's walking in the direction of the Defense Force HQ, but it's turning into a long walk and he hasn't quite managed to get there. Resigning would be the safest thing for all involved, certainly, but there are... other issues.]

[He rarely ventures out lately for many of the same reasons; he has to keep himself away from anyone Diva may see as a target. So for those reasons and, admittedly, his stalling, he decides to venture to the store to pick up a few things Diva may like while he's around. He'll just have to hope the people he's trying to avoid don't happen to be there. Or anyone else, for that matter... except maybe Akito, who he needs to check on.]

[And eventually, maybe he'll decide to go see Suzaku and have this out.]

[voice | private | Murata - unreceived]
Hey, Murata. Where have you been? [And then a few hours later.]

[voice | private | Conrad & Wolfram]
Conrad? Wolfram?

...It's Murata.

[voice | open]
[That usual bounce isn't in his voice today.]

No one is allowed to be baseball manager anymore.

[Because that's clearly what sends people away who he'd really rather have not away.]