Your scores have been recorded and it's time for part two of the competition to be my new friend—a challenge! Bring me [dramatic voice] a fluffy wuffy rabbit. A real one.

[This game has been made harder by the fact that there are bunny illusions running around the dome now. Since Q's powers have been WICKEDLY reduced to a poor shadow of their true nature, Q is having to pop himself from location to location to create illusions. So you may see a bunny one moment and then it will fade away the next. And if you try to pick an illusion up your hand will go right through it as if it were a Kitty.]

(OOC: Slightly backdated to evening.)

[Alois opens his eyes, a grumpy expression abruptly taking over his features as he sits up. He aches! What the heck happened?! And secondly, where is this place? And where is Claude? ]

Ugh, what... Claude! .. Claude?!

[ He looks around, thoroughly confused as to where he is for a moment, before noticing a strange contraption over his eye. He stares at the words uncomprehendingly for a moment before making a face. The hell? What the heck is this? He shifts around, only to notice a ball and chain weighing his foot down. ]

...

[His eye twitches slightly, before he begins squinting somewhat, realizing there seems to be words on this contraption... over his eye... Huh.]

Ooh, what's this?~~~ Hm..

[He fumbles with it, successfully turning it on. Alois seems to be quite excited now. ]

Oiii! Claude! Are you there? .. Or maybe...

[He stops for a moment, his eyes widening.]

Aaaah~! Cieeeeel?! Are you here~? This seems like just the place you'd be~

[Yes, yes, he somehow came up with that conclusion. He pauses for a moment, before frowning. He still wants to know where Claude is. Where the heck did you nutcases put his butler? ]

LETTER RECIPIENTS

• Alucard: a letter from Sasha.
  
• Jeanne: a letter from Hikaru.
  
  PACKAGE RECIPIENTS
  
• Peregrine Mendicant: package and card from Sasha.
  
• Naoya: package from Himawari.
  
• Q: package from Jennifer.
  
• Ciel: package and letter from Jennifer.
  
• Saya: package from Diva. :(
  
  NEW PENPAL MATCHUPS
  
• Wisely & Angel

[The Peregrine Mendicant goes about her usual routine, carrying on in her cheerful way and humming under her breath, all as though nothing was odd about yesterday's deliveries. Not to say it isn't apparent in other ways, given her stiff movements and a bandage on one of her legs, but you couldn't tell purely by her demeanor.]

[Click here for pen pal signups. Mail submissions for Day 88 go here!]

( Click )

[Ciel grabs his communicator and makes a mad dash for a door that is still in existence and immediately leaves through it. Even with the darkness and strange images on his walls, he manages to fight his way completely out of the mansion in his panic. He sinks to his knees in the courtyard and violently trembles. He then brings his knees up to his chest and buries his face in them.

A passerby will hear audible gasps and possibly the sound of retching. Upon closer inspection, you would find the small boy, trembling like the child he is. His eyes might be damp, but you can't tell because of how firmly hidden they are from the world outside his knees.]

[[Open to anyone who wants to come by!]]

LETTER RECIPIENTS

• Touma: a letter from Euphemia.
  
• Ryu: a letter from Allen.
  
• Yuuri: a letter from Alphonse.
  
• Nunnally: a letter from Toothless.
  
• Eridan: a letter from Hiling.
  
• Peregrine Mendicant: a letter from Ribbons.
  
• Roxas: a letter from Fai.
  
• Kaien: a letter from Rinoa.
  
• Jeanne: a letter from Hikaru.
  
• Axel: a letter from Wolfram.
  
• Alma: a letter from Red.
  
• Orihime: a letter from Xion.
  
• Alucard: a letter from Terezi.
  
  MASS MAILERS
  
• From Leopard : postcards for everyone.
  
• From Nepeta : individualized letters for Terezi, Eridan, Vriska, GIR, Akito, and Axel.
  
• From Josak : invitations to the grand opening of Trés Magnifique for everyone.
  
  PACKAGE RECIPIENTS
  
• Tsukasa: package and letter from Sasha.
  
• Euphemia: package from Ribbons.
  
• Jennifer: package and letter from Ciel.
  
• Saki: package from Wolfram.
  
  NEW PENPAL MATCHUPS
  
• Spencer Reid & Tavros
  

[So much mail! There's no better day to use the mail cart. Along she rolls, its pouches stuffed with letters, packages, and postcards. Given the presence of mass mailers, she will be in EVERY residential area today. She will find you, Saki, no matter what couch you crash on]

[Click here for pen pal signups~ Mail submissions for Day 86 go here!]

[Ashura had sent out a video message to those who said they wanted to take the class, informing them of a slight change of plans involving his offer to teach his more fluid style of dancing. He was inside of the gym, at approximately 9 am, dressed in loose robes and a few bangles and anklets. He was awaiting those who had said they wanted to come and take his dancing class. He knew it was short notice and so suspected that not to many were coming, but he expected at least two.

All the same, the door was left open and he would welcome any other comers. He wasn't quite ready to go full on class like Ribbons had, but a few others would not hurt. He supposed that made this an experiment, more than a class, but Ribbons had always enjoyed their sessions.

And it was a good way to keep his mind of the recent and somewhat painful absence in his apartment....

Well, no time to dwell on that, his students (if one wanted to call them that) would be here soon.]

_{[ooc: Jump in if you want a lesson, regardless of if you answered the original posting about it. You can either assume you answered in the first place and got the message, or see it as you wander through the gym, whatever. That or point and laugh. It's all good!]}

[Today, Ribbons had foregone the sporty attire and had on more of an academic attire. Which is just fitting as the first forty minutes of today's dance class is comprised of an overview of ballroom dancing etiquette -- from asking someone to dance, to being modest and never blaming one's partner for misshaps. The last twenty minutes are given to applying the lesson, and of course, practice dancing.]



(( ooc: Kindly put in the subject headers if it's [Lecture] (if your pup has questions or in need of clarifications) or [Dance] (in which case, please indicate whether you want to dance with Ribbons or Hiling. Bringing your own partner & making your own dance thread is also encouraged :D! Just note if you need any of the instructors to intervene. ))

[It was high time Ribbons took a look at the small haven he had asked Acumen to construct, and sundown would be the perfect time to do so. He walked, one slow and measured step at a time on the stone paths surrounding the pond, admiring the greenery, pausing at times to admire the colorful fishes swimming in the water, and seemingly playing a game of hide-and-seek among the lily pads.

It was beautiful work. He expected nothing less from their Warden...]
 

[Tamaki is at the butterfly pavillion right now, just watching the scenery and thinking about his plans for the Host Club. First and formost, he'd have to get more members. With so many girls in the prison just three hosts just wouldn't do.]

Hello, denizens of Marina Asylum. My name is Tamaki Suoh, and I am the soon to be king of Marina's first Host Club, a club dedicated to entertaining women in our free time. If you recall I sent out invitations to join me for a meeting pertaining to this, however I fell ill and was unable to hold it. I am sorry to those of you who were interested in attending.

I hope that there will be many of you interested in joining this club and helping me in my mission to make the lovely maidens here happy. If you wish to join please tell me or come join me under the butterfly pavillion where we may talk.

Gin has left. This is most distressing. He was my friend.

In the interest of replacing him [no sense mourning forever] I'll be taking applications for new friends beginning [wait for it] now.

Tell me what makes you unique, special, or otherwise not mind-numbingly dull. A description of your past. Briefly. Oh, and I suppose your name as well.

Wha-

[Hello Marina, have one extremely offended pint-sized dragon.]

Prison?! You gotta be kidding me! I ain't no criminal! I didn't even commit any of those crimes you got listed! Well I did kinda break the Great Stone Dragon but that ain't the point! And I ain't assaulted nobody. 'n fact, I oughta be gettin' a medal. Bitin' butts is unhygenic and nasty.

[Scowls.] Mulan better not be doin' anything stupid without me. That girl's gonna get herself sliced in half if she ain't careful.

And what's this thing on my head? A spoon?

((OOC: SO LATE. OTL We'll say that he was curled up in a ball with a massive headache yesterday, so this is his first day fully awake and out and about.))

Good morning, inmates. It is the 84th day of the third generation.

There is an issue that I would hear all of your opinions on, one regarding some inmate reactions to the blackout that occurred the night before last. It is imperative that you all understand that such events will naturally happen, so long as inmates have the free reign that they do. The only fail-safe method to ensure that nothing goes wrong is to reduce or remove that freedom.

So then, inmates of Marina Asylum, should the trust and freedom given to you be limited in exchange for a more smoothly operated system and facility? Or are some of you content to endure through some inconveniences, and retain the leniency you have now?

Inmates Fai D. Flourite and Toothless, your requests can be found at the entrance to Sector 0. Inmate Kefka Palazzo, your request will delivered by a remote unit.

[Clearing her throat, Yuuki's voice is soft. It echoes gently on the network, not demanding or even accusatory. Just curious.]

Do you believe that...you should be here? That you, and possibly everyone else, deserves this place as a punishment?

[She has her own definite opinions, just as everyone else. She isn't here tonight to judge others for possibly having different thoughts and beliefs from herself. But-- she wants to know.]

[OOC: You can catch her on her way from the convenience store back to sector 4, or just do audio. ^^]

So much commotion over the past few days. It's beginning to seem as though there will never be another moment of peace. [not that he actually cares, though. it's all just vaguely annoying, especially with the appearance of a certain death god.]

Oh where, oh where has my little Sebastian gone? Oh where, oh where could he be? Sebastian~? I have a new camera and want to take some sexy shots of you! Where are you? Hiding again? Don’t deprive me of that beautiful face and those stunning eyes! Oh, just thinking about it—

—Sebastian? Okay, this isn’t funny! Come out, come out, wherever you are! You know I’ll find you! I’ll search to the end of the earth and the bottom of the sea, Sebastian dearest!

...wait a minute. [A lengthy pause. Let's see, what do we have here? A dome that looks like it's underwater, a communicator, and - the next sound heard will be Grell screeching.]

NO!!! Not again! I've been good, I swear! I've been doing almost all my assignments and reporting almost every incident! I... but... why!? Why am I here again!? This isn't fair!!! That bastard William did this, didn't he? William with his cold eyes and sexy gaze...

[Sob]

Good morning, Marina! Also, hello new people that arrived this morning! If you need any help, I would be glad to assist you in any way possible!

[Elizabeth is rather in a good mood....or hiding some of the morning people she dealt with already. Right now, she is sitting in front of the desk in her room of the estate in Sector 5. She is lightly swinging her feet back and forth in her chair, making the finishing touches to a doll that is standing right in front of her. A doll that looks like a young girl. White curly hair that adorns a black top hat with ribbon and a blue rose on it, light pale skin, eyes closed, a black and white dress with various frills at the edges of each layer. Her legs are covered in dark blue tights and matching dress shoes. Other noticeable things is a large gold pocket-watch under her arm and a white baton in one of her hands.]

Ta da~! It's finished! All I need to do is give her a name. Anyone have ideas? [Or you can ask why Elizabeth has such a strange doll in her possession. To some people, it's actually her Angelic Layer doll she has been working on for days.]

Um..... [accidently bangs into something] ow okay so what's going on? And what are these.... monster things?

Does anyone need any help?

.....A few questions. [Hannah has mostly been quiet due to looking around and studying this place. And the issue of Ciel. Now, she is sitting at a table in the shelter. Calm face, bandage over eye, and just being herself.]

First, is it possible to get a weapon back that you don't use and just play it's sheath?

Second........Just for curiosity.

Do you desire to see anyone here, even if you do not wish for them to be locked up along with you?

[Look who's normal again! Well, as close to normal as she usually is, given her unnatural enthusiasm for the mail, and the pastel-striped outfit she calls a mail uniform.] Greetings and good morning, Marina Asylum. I am the Peregrine Mendicant, post master and mail carrier for the Marina Asylum Postal Service!

I have two announcements. The first: I have revised the rules so anonymous packages will still be allowed, but only if registered with me in person. This is to better guarantee everyone's safety while protecting our privacy!

[Clearing her throat dramatically before giving the camera a toothy but friendly little smile.] Secondly, I am proud to announce the beginning of our pen pal match-up service! It is an excellent way to get to know someone new, to practice your letter-writing skills, and to experience the joys of the post. Please send me your name and address through a private filter if you wish to participate, and you will receive the contact information of your pen pal at the end of the day.

Are there any questions?

[There's a picture of Yuuki that pops up onto the screen. She's sitting beneath a tree---that looks as though it's decayed. So does the grass beneath her. She's sitting on the ground, legs folded up against her so that she's hugging her knees. Lips pouting dryly her expression is averse and reluctant as she sits laggardly.

Her voice is diffident as she speaks.]

Something isn't right today. I'm staying out tonight. It's best if no one comes to find me, either.