[It was really hard to keep track of the months in this place. The seasons went by so fast. If he was keeping track right, then it should have been sometime around May. And May was... So he was 18 now, huh? It probably wasn't the exact right day, but with how time moved in the prison, it wasn't a huge deal. Plus, what better day to decide for your birthday to be than when Acumen was going to have a floating lantern display?]

[His plan for the day wasn't exactly much of a celebration, but he didn't see the point in making a big fuss about it. There was only one person in the dome who might have known anyways. So what was his plan for the day? Well, someone said they owed him a favor, and he intended to use it. It was about time for lunch now, so.]

Sasuke, wasn't it? Are you busy?


((OOC: Fuuma is too lazy to filter things. Voice is open to anyone, but action will be for Sasuke only. Unless someone REALLY wants him that much.]

[They released him from the hospital, and he took that opportunity to vanish before he could allow himself to dwell on what had happened. 'Avoid the robots', she'd said. Done and done. It was dark out now, and though there was ample opportunity for him to seek out his brother once more--well, Sasuke stayed away.]

[He'd just stood there. He'd taken the blow, and Sasuke... had stopped. He could have killed him, twisted the blade about and done as much damage as possible, but he'd been so shocked that he hadn't done anything. Hadn't done anything but fail, anyway.]

[The boy was standing in front of the tombstones, not really seeing them, but imagining they bore the names of his family, nonetheless. He had failed his clan. He'd failed himself. Itachi had somehow known--and the thought of that was enough to make a lump in his throat that he hadn't felt in nearly five years.]


((OOC: Tragic tsun!princess, coming right up. His left wrist is a little swollen, and idk how talkative he'll be, but here he is!))

[A rubbing on the head with a hoof turns the video. She may or may not have just crashed into a building. As her vision returns, kinda lying on the ground, Dash reads the screen. Guess who's suddenly not a happy pony]

WHAT?!

No, okay, no. No, no, no. Who came up with this stunt, because it is SO not funny. Seriously. I was THIS CLOSE to pulling that trick off! Who thought it'd be smart to interrupt me when I'm training?! And me, a criminal! Ordinarily I'd be amused by this, but when I was THAT CLOSE to pulling off the Sonic Rainboom again-!

[She takes off mid-way through this to 'pace' angrily in the air. This tirade goes on for a little bit before she calms down enough to actually think]

...guys? You guys are here, right? This is all just a prank, right Pinkie Pie?

......guys?

....this is so not cool.

Has anyone noticed if Midori is missing again? Do you think she'll be back this time?

[MOMO was a little sad. She had liked Midori.]

[Well, if nothing else, trying to find a hobby was a good way of killing time. He didn't mind cooking, and it seemed like something that would be fine to do without company. Games and sports usually required other people, after all. The next question of course had been what kind of food to make. If it was supposed to be fun, it had to be something out of the ordinary. Sweets didn't sound appealing, since he hadn't ate dinner yet, so baking was out. Baking was sort of a passive process anyways after you finished mixing the ingredients.]

[Fuuma had wandered into the shelter to raid the kitchens there to try and get ideas, when he'd come across a large, iron griddle the size of a table. Teppanyaki? That could be interesting. If nothing else it would be a challenge.]

[Of course the cooking part wasn't too hard once he figured out how to get the the plate to the right temperature. The first few pieces of squid had gotten charred burned, but after that it was going better. The noodles and vegetables had been easy enough, since those really just had to be heated through. Fried rice, on the other hand... well, it was easy to do, but if it was Teppanyaki, you couldn't make it without trying to spin the egg on top of the spatula. Which is what Fuuma will be attempting if anyone should walk into the kitchen. The onion volcano spewing fire was also pretty mandatory, so that was his next plan.]

LETTER RECIPIENTS

• Kitty Pryde (Evo): a letter from Roxas.
  
• Euphemia: a letter from Touma.
  
  PACKAGE RECIPIENTS
  
• Sakura Kinomoto: a package from Fuuma Kamui.

[Another rainy day! It apparently hasn't lost its charm for the mail lady, as PM is still completely unphased by storm clouds and thunder and water everywhere. Same rainy-day outfit as last week with the adorable mail umbrella, too.]

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Still nothing.

[The voice is recognizable but the lens of the device is nothing but a blur; a quick flash of colors mixing together like a water painting smeared into something unrecognizable. It's too quick to follow, even rain splattered as the owner dashes off at speeds not humanly possible. There's the flash of blue, dark strands of hair whipping across the lens whenever coming to a halt, only to switch directions.

Finally, the screen comes to a halt once more. The view settles, just a little as the owner of the device abruptly comes to a pause. From around the screen the edges of a blue hood are evident, and it's clear even from the wet glass that Yuuki, as anyone able to have recognized the owner of the device, is above ground, standing within the high branches of a tree. She's in near the clock tower, as it's within view. Her fingers clench into the bark of the tree, just barely visible and she draws a deep, exhausted breath, before leaning forward, wearily.

A beautiful, blue, butterfly gently lands on her hand despite the rain, it's seemingly delicate wings beating softly. She glances toward it before taking a deep breath, and straightening.]

Don't worry. You won't be the only one. I'm sorry about the rain, though.

[a breathy laugh; the video is slightly shaky, as Fuuma makes the last adjustments to his little campsite on the rooftop of a building in Sector 3. he's set up a tarp so his things don't get wetter than they already are. there's a sleeping bag, and a lamp, and a small plastic chest of drawers containing various knickknacks and a change of clothes, etc. that glimpse doesn't linger for long, though, as he redirects it back to himself. he's a little wet, but still cheerful]

Have to say that I missed the part where the warden said it was going to rain tonight. Not good, considering...!

[considering the fact that he obviously is living here on this rooftop]

At least real rain is a nice change from what I'm used to. Does this happen often?

--I can't believe they're celebrating Holi. [He's kind of thrilled about it, and laughs.]

Holi is a festival of colors. I'm not sure if there's religious significance to it or not, other than that it's for spring, but in India people would throw colorful liquid or powder on passersby. And if you say to them, "Pardon me, but it's Holi," they're supposed to forgive you.

It's a lot of fun, if you can relax enough for it. If not... [sly] maybe you should stay indoors today?



((ooc: Respond to his voice post here! Otherwise this is an EVENT POST. Comment here if you want your character to get powdered, or if you want to lurk and throw brightly-colored water at other people, and other people will respond to your comment to oblige! Calling all pranksters, goofballs, and trolls!))

[Kamui speaks in a tired tone of voice, and it's unlikely it's just because he's posting early in the morning.]

Keiichi Segawa is gone from the prison now, too.

[And unlike his last message, Kamui simply cuts the feed off that simple sentence.]

[ why yes, it is late. there's the smallest pause, and then in an almost genial tone: ]

I suppose a party would be in poor taste, at this point. Ah, well. And after all that time I'd spent working out the time difference.

[ if you'd like to wander by, he's actually standing in the doorway to Tear's room in the shelter. just, you know. gazing in at the room where she lived morbidly. ]

[Private:] Subaru, I hope that he will be alright now. I never wanted for things to turn out that way, I just wanted him to have something to devote himself to. So I hope that now he will be able to find it, even if I had to come here in order for that to happen.

If this is what it takes to protect Subaru I’ll do it, I just hope that he doesn’t feel lonely and remembers how to smile. And that he takes better care of himself since I won’t be around to make sure he eats, or to layout his outfits anymore. [/private]

If this place is really a prison, why wouldn’t they have locked up Sei-chan too, he’s committed a lot more crimes than I have. . . or will I suppose. [Hakuto laughs for a moment]

And this place really seems more like a resort, who would have thought they would have ever been able to build a place under the ocean? Not to mention to have a robot running it, I mean how is it going to know what a girl like me needs.

It really is nice though to not have to worry about money and have everything that I need provided for me. Now if only it worked that way in Tokyo, I could really have a lot of fun~ I wonder what kind of clothing they have here, or if there’s a fabric shop so I could make my own outfits.

Don’t worry about me Subaru, I’ll be alright and I’m sorry that I had to leave like that.

Restrained? CHAIN GANG?!? This is no way to treat a girl! Chain gangs are only for violent men who do terrible things and deserve to be locked up! SUBARU!

[ staaaaring at her empty room. ] That's strange...Did someone come in during the night? I can't imagine why they'd steal when everything here is free...

[ She gently closes the door of her bedroom. ] Well, it's nothing I can't replace.

If anyone here knew Karen Kasumi, I don't think she's here anymore. [So many disappearances today...]

I'd appreciate it if anyone in the Defense force could confirm that.

Rolling blackouts? How inconvenient.

[Not that he sounds particularly upset about it. Inconvenient, yes, but not worth fussing over, in his opinion. Besides, since Fuuma's in sector five, the lights are still on for the moment. Though he's not in his apartment. Today he decided to visit the bowling alley, since it's something he had never tried before. It's easier to find than Kamui, and less likely to get him into trouble.]

If the power goes off, it would be problematic, but if someone is up for bowling, we could try anyways.

[Company makes things more interesting. Plus he's bored, and the people here are usually talkative. He makes no promises about not using telekinesis to cheat and move the ball to get strikes though.]


((OOC: So I actually need to get to bed right now, but I wanted to get this post up for the "morning". I shall tag tomorrow though. So yeah, who wants to go bowling? 8D))

[The ball-weight floats two feet off the ground, hovering unsteadily as it turns in place. Ava clenches her teeth and rubs at the ache in her temples while she focuses on it, trying to keep it even.

It shouldn't be this damn hard.

She hadn't been able to sleep. She was restless and her head had been aching for days now. She knows why, but she's been putting off doing anything about it like the lazy person she's become. But if she's not going to sleep the migraine away, she may as well work it out of her system and knock some rust off her skills why she was at it. Why had she slacked off so much?]

[Dean's sitting at a bench and table outside the store in Sector 5 and painstakingly putting together a model car. It's not the '67 Impala he knows and loves so well, but hey, it was better then nothing! Grumbling just a bit, as he finishes gluing the back end of a fender onto the model, Dean flicks on his network device.]

[Voice]

So, I can't be the only one sick and tired of walking everywhere. Haven't you people heard of cars or bikes or something? Hell, I'd build my own car if I had the parts!

[hey Marina, Subaru kept ruining batches of chocolate-- he's not very good at it-- and waited too late to mail out all of his Valentine's presents... as such, now that he's finally perfected a few batch of delicious cookies, he's packaged them up and is delivering them on foot, running as fast as he can to see everyone! They're cookies in batches of five, adorable little heart shaped chocolate chip cookies wrapped in red paper with your name on them. He'll be delivering to: Kamui Shirou, Kamui, Subaru, Fuuma Monou, Seishirou, Fuuma, Venom, Tamaki, Kyouya, Kaito, Orihime, Axel, Buffy, Gamzee, Kobato, Suzaku (plus ones for Euphemia!), Lelouch, Sakura, Juri, Ashura, Nunnally, Mileina, Fai, C.C., Allen, Lavi, Jun, Maya, Nena, Aqua, Jennifer, Cain, Jeanne, Lacus, Yuuki, Alice, Conrad, Naoya, Dean, Saki, Zero, LEOPARD (can you even eat them), Miranda, Duo, and Feferi. And that is why this is backdated to morning, I'M SORRY DON'T HATE ME.]



[[note: I basically went through his threadlist and picked out everyone he talked to that I thought was still in the game, so if he's talked to you, is on good terms with you, and you're not on the list, you get chocolates too! SO YEAH, like half the game gets chocolates. Feel free to talk to him while he's en route, too, trying to track everyone down!]]

LETTER RECIPIENTS

• Nakama: a letter from MOMO, and another from the Wayward Vagabond.
  
• Tohru Adachi: a letter from Kitty Pryde (Evolution).
  
  MASS MAILERS
  
• To Everyone Sasha knows by name: Valentines gifts from Sasha.
  
• To Josak's friends: personalized Valentines from Josak.
  
  PACKAGE RECIPIENTS
  
• Kamui Shirou: a package from "Kamui" (Fuuma) anonymous!

[Today is a bright new day for the postal service, with the introduction of... uniforms. PM sent a message to the post office volunteers to pick one up at their convenience. She already changed into hers. It is the most beautiful thing she has ever worn.]

[Since valentines deliveries have been staggered out, she can handle the route with the help of her new volunteer:]



[Haro rides along on the front compartment of her mail cart, with a uniform hat taped carefully to the top of his head. He can't carry much and isn't the best conversationalist, but PM appreciates his company and enthusiasm for the mail!]
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[video on to a familiar/unfamiliar face! he is smiling pretty cheerfully. if you know Fuuma, you know this guy. if you're one of the first inmates, you might know this guy! and if you're from TRC-- well]


Has anyone seen a sentient flying carpet around here? I think I got distracted for a minute, and it must've wandered off.

We were just getting to be friends!