[ When the broadcast starts, the camera is propped up on a shelf in a closet. There is a small hill of cloth that blocks the bottom half of the video, but what can be seen is the top of someone's back. It must be a woman's, because of the straps of a black sports bra that can be seen -- well, it's either that, or Neil has started cross-dressing.

And people will recognize it's Neil (or Lyle, to those less observant) because of the distinctive long brown hair, or just in the voice that calls out. This was not an accident. ] Alright, Marina. You win. [ His voice sounds a bit... higher. A touch softer. Though it could be because he sounds like he's in a great mood. ] This is hands-down the weirdest thing to ever happen to me.

[ He turns then, to face the camera, and it's then clear what he was talking about. His lean, muscled chest has two new additions held back by that black top, there are distinct curves to the hips and waist showing above the belt of his jeans, and there are even subtle changes to the angle of his chin, nose, and--

No, that casually amused grin is still his, even with slightly fuller lips. ] How long do you think I'll be like this? A day? Two? [ A little laugh. He grabs a light blue shirt off of another shelf and pulls it on. It's a little tight for obvious reasons. ] ...think I should get a new wardrobe? Lacus' dresses aren't exactly my style.

[ Then, hands on his hips, he twists so he can look down at his backside. ] At least the jeans still fit. [ If quite snug. ]


((OOC: Open to action for anyone at home, or visitors. There are decorations outside, so trick-or-treating is encouraged -- but Big Sis Neil will only be passing out homemade goods and none of the tainted candies.))

[ The feed shows a small girl ankle deep in clothes. Her purple hair is in short pigtails, and Chinese-collared shirt she's wearing is obviously too big for her, what with the sleeves profusely rolled up, and the hem falling right above her knees.

A brightly smiling face greets whoever's tuned in! ] Hey guys! I need your help!

I already had a costume planned for Halloween, but ah... things call for a last-minute change. Care to help me pick out a new one that would go with my new size and these~

[ Points to the top of her head where purple rabbit ears have sprouted, and she twitches them accordingly~ She then holds up her costumes of choice -- ] I was thinking of going as a fairytale character with white pants, of course, or just wear a cute dress like this one, or this one!

Other than that, anyone going out for trick or treating tonight?


(( OOC: Here be an aged-down and bunnied-up Kohran! Please assume that the girl replying to you is 8 years of age with rabbit ears at the top of her head~ ))
 

[Well, it doesn't take him long to figure out how to work this. He doesn't know where he is, but this place can't be good. He needs allies, and quickly.]

Excuse me, but could someone tell me where I am? I don't know what's going on.

I need to get back home. My aunt and uncle will be very angry at me if I'm not there before curfew.

[Of course, he could care less about their curfew, but it's a bother he'll deal with for a few more years.]

Is there a police officer around?

[[ooc; Memory loss Naoya! He's about seven.]]

[He's only being paying half-attention to the network this morning, wrapped up in trying to plan his first rather empty day, so nothing has warned him off of trying the candy he finds in the shelter. Then, a few moments later...

A pretty young girl appears on the screen, and at first glance her hair might just look slightly floppy, but eventually someone looking closely will realize that those are lop-style bunny ears on the sides of her head. Anyone who runs into him will notice a new swelling around the chest and hip area of his straight-cut grey coat, which now looks rather ill-fitting.]

Well, I had heard that strange things could happen here, but I wasn't expecting this. [Lightly amused, her voice high and soft but not totally unfamiliar.] Anyone else have an... unusual reaction to anything they've eaten today?

((ooc: he's just outside of the shelter, and he's a girl with bunny ears and a tail!))

[When he saw the bowls of candies around at the shelter, Atsuro couldn't help but grab some for himself. After plopping in the sour soft candy, he doesn't seem to notice his new additions at first.

A while later, after people pointed them out to him, he flicks on the communicator. Tugging his hat a bit down, but not too hard.]

Who else tried the candies so far?

[Atsuro doesn't seem to look that different. Until people notice the little 'bumps' on his head, hidden under his hat.]

(ooc: Please assume that Atsuro have his dog ears and tail for the event.)

MASS MAILERS

• To Everyone: a mass mailer from "Chrome."

[Ahh, mass mailer days. Always good for a bit of a walk and getting to see friendly (and not so friendly) faces around the dome. Though she does have pressing matters to attend to at home, she hopes that they can wait just long enough for her and any volunteers to complete their rounds.]

[PM is out and about in her postal uniform, though with thigh-high leggings (glued on and with the toes cut out) to make up for the chill in the air as she cruises down the streets on Miss Iris Rainbowroad. Just one more day for the winter uniforms!]

[Click here for pen pal signups. Mail submissions for Day 139 go here!]

[A bit before "sunset," a softly smiling Lacus appears in the video.]

Good evening, Marina. Thanks to an inmate request, tonight we are going to observe a lovely meteor shower in the night sky using the star projector. I have arranged viewing areas on the beach with some light refreshments. However, you should be able to see the meteors from anywhere in the dome.

If anyone would like to see star patterns or other sky-scenes from their own worlds, please don't hesitate to contact me. If you have photos or descriptions I can make a program for the projector quite easily.

I hope everyone has a pleasant evening.

( And about a half-hour after dark... )

[If you are out an about the dome this afternoon, there's a chance you will run into Yosuke. He's not alone, though! No, with him is a very happy, goofy-looking puppy that he's just acquired for himself.]

[He's spending the better part of the afternoon at the park, laying in the grass under a tree while the (still unnamed) puppy runs around, jumping on him, licking his face, trying to eat his shoes -- and the puppy may be after you too! He's friendly and completely harmless. He just wants to love you via drooling on your shoes, jumping on you and trying to lick your face if you let him get close enough.]

[He still needs a name, though, so in those calm moments, Yosuke is desperately trying to figure this out. He's never had a pet before, so this is new. He'll just be laying there with his headphones blaring music -- while still around his neck.]

[Voice // Filtered to Investigation Team brethren]

Hey, guys? I was wondering if, um...

Maybe we shoul-- Hey! Stop that! Da-dammit, my shoes aren't your chew toys, you know! Arghhhh!

[He's grumbling for a minute, and there's a loud barking sound. Wrangling with the new puppy? Yep, maybe just a little. After a minute, he sighs and continues.]

S-sorry about that. Anyways, we should get together sometime soon. Even if it's just to grab pizza or something. I dunno, it's just kind of... weird, I guess that we're not hanging out together as much as we probably could, you know?

Just let know. We can figure out the details later.

[ It's been a while since he's had so many newcomers attending soccer practice -- much less some with prior experience and enthusiasm! It's hard to get any proper teams going with the revolving door that Marina has, so the new faces has him more energetic than usual.

First, he'll introduce the new players to the ones who have been here a bit, and then drills will be more like small matches -- 3 on 2, with a pair on offense, a pair on defense, and then himself as goalkeeper. Haro is about, too, fetching the ball if it flies way too wide, so people don't have to run all over the field. It won't be warm like this for too much longer, so they have to get in the time together like this while they can, before moving things indoors. ]


(OOC: Tag around as you guys please~ No need to use headers, but if you want to specificy before or after practice, feel free! I'm assuming the 3-on-2 based on attendance being Neil, Sasha, Ryo, Moji, and Yuta, but of course more are welcome! I admit I don't know who all attends on a regular basis. I should make a wiki list for this...)

[ action ]

[ Currently in a front of a convenience store, Setsuna stands there with a faintly blank expression. But if one can look harder, he's actually pondering about something.

Pondering. While drinking out of a milk carton.

He's thinking about what he could practice cooking for breakfast today. He's getting sick of butter and toast. Plus, it's about time that he moved on from just toasting bread. ]

Hm.

[ A light glance to the side, he notices one of the bots pass by peacefully. He would ask the bot for thoughts, but... they don't even eat. It would feel silly.

... He'll just make a short network inquiry instead. Afterwards, he can properly shop for what he needs. ]


[ video ]

[ Setsuna slightly lowers his milk carton down. Though, the straw is still visible in view. The background clearly displays the front of the convenience store. He remains with that unchanged expression. ]

Marina Asylum. Good morning.

[...] I wish to inquire: What is your preferred breakfast?

[ and a tinier voice, while eyeing to the side (he didn't mean to mumble this one): ] Do the bots eat?

[Moji is all over the shopping district at the crack of dawn, because he's got a lot of catching up to do now that his ball and chain have been removed. His first stop is the clothing store, where he picks up a coat and some replacements for the rumpled, dirty dress shirt and pants in which he arrived.

After heading back to the shelter to change and eat, you can find him in the pet cafe, sitting cross-legged on the floor and absentmindedly petting a rabbit that has come to sit in his lap. He's still not sure about getting a pet, but he's seen how happy they've made other people, and he does need some form of close company. Surely he can allow himself that much.

Find him in either place and say hi, if you like!]

[Ukitake is sitting outside the home he shares with several other inmates as the afternoon eases into evening. He's exchanged his uniform for warmer but still traditional clothing, his haori and hakama made of somewhat heavier materials to defend against the slight chill in the air. A steaming cup of tea is cradled in his hands, and every now and then, he raises it to his lips as he watches the activity nearby.]

How interesting that Acumen has gone to the trouble of replicating the seasons, at least to some extent. I'm curious. What other types of weather can we expect here? Has there ever been snow, or storms? There was a light rain not long after I arrived, which I found quite refreshing, but I haven't thought to ask before if perhaps our warden cares to go a little further in recreating the experience of being out of doors.

[Voice | open]
[Outside on one of the grassy fields near the Athletic Complex, Yuta is kicking at a ball he borrowed from one of the sheds and chasing it until it stops. He does this continuously before stopping a moment and adressing the communicator.]

If I could've joined my soccer team back home, I bet we'd win all the time. Oi, does anyone here know why someone would stalk you?

[Action closed to AR]
Come and play with me AR, I'll try to teach you a little!

[It's been another busy day, from breakfast on through his chores, but now he's back in his room and left alone with his thoughts about how everything has gone wrong back home. Anyone else might seek out someone to talk to about it, but Moji is not anyone else, and that's the last thing he wants. Instead, he picks a neutral topic to engage people. He chooses voice to hide the obvious bags under his eyes, hoping to avoid questions about his well-being.]

I'm curious about the passage of time here. I've heard a few people say it seems to move more slowly here than in their home world, and I wondered about your theories on that. Is it that time really does move differently on this world, or just a side effect of being taken from our daily lives and responsibilties and having so much more time on our hands?

We may never know the truth, of course, but it's interesting to think about.

[She hates the communicator, she really does. But after leaving food plate after food plate at the edge of her bed only to find them untouched, she's resolved to do this.

So have one Anri, trying desperately not to turn bright red with embarrassment.]

Um, has anyone seen - a man? He's about this tall, [hand up to demonstrate,] has white hair, and he really likes cake. I'm a... little worried. I thought he lived under my bed but he hasn't had any of his meals, so -

[She bows hurriedly for the feed,]

If you've seen him, please let me know!



((OOC: For reference! Thread with Xerxes Break.))

So how did everyone's dates go at the prom? [teehee] I realize it's long over by now, but I haven't had the time to ask, especially with all the new arrivals.

But I kind of miss it... I loved having the excuse to wear a really fancy dress. I wish I could wear dresses like that every day... [le sigh]



[well, time to finish setting up for Madoka's birthday party! it's a pretty modest affair in Orihime's house -- cake and cupcakes abound, with some little snacky sandwiches for anyone who wants less sugary food, and a few balloons and decorations. Yachiru made her a big decorated card and everything!]

[people who bonded with Madoka already are welcome to show up, and housemates Ukitake and Rapunzel are welcome to introduce themselves! Orihime kind of invited Yachiru and Madoka to stay with everyone.]

[It's early in the morning yet, and a certain Hero has wandered on a whim into the pet cafe. His head is canted downward currently, fingers currently wandering through the thick, fluffy fur of a puppy who is currently taking up his lap.]

I think... I think I want to take her home. How do I adopt her? Do I have to do something special?

[Because, quite simply, the boy has fallen in love. He's always liked animals, and he already feels a little better about--well, everything. Animals were a lot less confusing than people. They also didn't make his heart race in that strange, overwhelming sort of way.]

[ Before one even arrives into the kitchen, they will be met with the aromas of something grainy and nutty, then sweet and milky, enveloped with the distinct scent of strong, freshly-brewed coffee.

For those who know Sasha, making too much food is a habit she still has to shake off. But they also know that she is more than willing to share.

And whether you are a familiar face or a new one, you will be greeted with a warm smile and a bright -- ]

Good morning! Would you like some breakfast?


---------- Video -----------

[ And thinking that perhaps more can benefit from a warm meal to start the day, she switches on her video feed -- ]

Good morning, Marina! I have made some breakfast. Would you like to join me?

[ And there is a view of freshly baked bread and something that resembles pies -- for breakfast, yes. ]
 

[Touma was on a mission. He was determined to figure out the reason why some people had restraints and others didn't. Talking with a few people recently got him thinking about it, so he was now walking around the prison, approaching people and asking them what their crimes were and if they had been restrained when they arrived.

He had a notebook with him, though he wasn't writing in it when he was talking to people. That was too obvious. However, if you caught him between questioning periods, you might catch him making generic notes on statistics. No names, so no worries, just numbers and rough ideas right now.

He was wandering around Sector 4, so he'd be anywhere around there all day.]

[It's been days with little to no sleep, hours of excessive training, and several skipped meals--and what ones were not skipped were lacking--but one would not notice by the tone of Itachi's voice. It's soft, contemplative, just as it normally is. He sits in the kitchen, bandaging burns on his hands that he was careless enough to get.]

Would you consider death an end or an exit? Does death truly bring a cease to events or does it merely rearrange the participants?