[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?]

[He had thought that once he moved out of the shelter, he wouldn't be forced to go back. Being shut in a smaller space with lots of people in the same area? He would pass. Just being cooped up in the prison itself was frustrating enough. And now Fuuma was stuck in here a second day. With being trapped in the same building, it did make it easy to notice someone missing... It seemed like just about everyone from Tokyo was being lost.]

[For the moment, he's stretched out on one of the sofas in the open areas, a small cat sleeping on his chest, while he reads a book. It looks like it came from the library, but they were locked in, weren't they? Either way, Fuuma doesn't look too enthralled with what he's reading.]


((OOC: Open to anyone who wants to bug him! The cat is Sasuke's, but Fuuma is babysitting for the moment. He can also teleport, so if you ask nicely, he might be willing to get people things.))

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!

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((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!))

[Naoya sighs, looking a little uncomfortable with his knees pulled up to his chest. He looks into the camera and raises an eyebrow. He's been thinking about it again for a while… and he's curious what others think.]

They say blood is thicker than water, but is it too thick to kill? Brothers, sisters… even parents. When is it acceptable to kill those who are these kinds of relations?

[Should someone want to confront him about this directly, Naoya can be found in one of the lounges, sitting on the couch.]

[ There wasn't much for to bring along to the Shelter and all managed to fit in a large enough satchel. On top of two sets of essential clothes and personal effects, she had two books and some stationery.

Once she had settled into a room, she thought about the previous night's events -- from dear familiar faces and the new and promises to keep. And so she makes a private call to one Tyki Mikk (and quietly hoping it was late enough in the morning)... ]

Hello-- good morning, Mr Mikk. This is Sasha. I was wondering if I may have a moment of your time.
 

LETTER RECIPIENTS

• Sanji: a letter from Miwako Sakurada.
  
  PACKAGE RECIPIENTS
  
• Tieria Erde: a package from Sasha.
  
• Buffy: a package from Sasha.
  
• Raenef V: a package from Ryo Sanada.
  
• Euphemia Li Britannia: flowers from Ribbons Almark.

[The Shelter being closed to them is only a slight impediment to the mail, as PM is happy to make a special announcement before her usual route for delivery and pickup.]

[Video]

Greetings. [PM's demeanor is definitely more calm and serious than what most may know from her. Unless you are new, in which case, here is your introduction to the white-shelled carapacian mail-delivering queen. Which, by the way, is a non-sequitur that doesn't seem to particularly bother her.] As both an introduction and a reintroduction, I am the Prospitian Monarch--I operate the Marina Asylum Postal Service, along with the help of my dutiful volunteers. We are all very happy to assist you.

Mail will still be delivered today and tomorrow despite the unusual circumstances. I will do my best to find and deliver mail to those of you normally in the shelter! If I have difficulty, I will contact you directly. Please stay warm and safe in the meantime.

[PM can be replied to by video, or found in her mail route at all residential areas of the dome!]

[Click here for pen pal signups. Mail submissions for Day 145 go here!]

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!)

[ Most of Sasha's morning had been spent arranging the spare rooms and furniture in her house -- the former because she was expecting people, the latter because one of said people was accident-prone and she hoped that her home would not be a source of pain for him.

Then again, it never hurt to have the first aid kit handy. She only hopes she does not have to use it.

An apron over a turtleneck sweater and a long skirt, she putters about her apartment, getting some ingredients ready: something for soup and some risotto, and tea ready to be brewed. ]


(( OOC: Sasha is expecting Touma Kamijou and Ritsuka. Your character, within good reason, can drop by as well and she is amenable to entertaining them with food and tea. Network calls to Sasha can be placed here as well. ))
 

[Graham's expression is serious, and understandably so. There's quite a lot to think about right now, and a lot to take in.]

To any comrades of mine who may have been brought alongside me here: this is Captain Graham Aker. I ask that you contact me as soon as possible.

[He would have ended this post right there, but he's been struck with another thought.]

To anyone else who may be listening... Do you accept this place as your rightful punishment? Or have you been wrongly imprisoned?

Would you say this is adequate justice?

LETTER RECIPIENTS

• Alucard: a letter from Orihime Inoue.
  
• Roxas: a letter from Kitty Pryde (the younger).
  
  PACKAGE RECIPIENTS
  
• Lyle Dylandy: a package from Orihime Inoue.
  
• Sasha: a package from Buffy Summers.
  
  DEAD HELD LETTER OFFICE
  
• Jennifer Shibuya: a letter from MOMO.

[Even if it weren't for the hubbub around the impending Shelter cleaning, PM is having a hard time settling back into her normal routine. It's not that delivering mail is any less satisfying than it was before she gained new memories, but despite her best efforts, the mail lady/queen's thoughts wander to heavier problems universes away.]

[Still, one thing grounds her. Jennifer's disappearance is disappointing enough that she pauses and sighs outside the Shibuya residence, but she hopes for a hasty return. After all, it's not as though Jennifer is really gone. She tucks the letter away safely and plans on getting MOMO a new penpal in the meantime.]

[Click here for pen pal signups. Mail submissions for Day 144 go here!]

[ action; sector 5 ]

[ It's lunch time, Setsuna is peacefully eating at a ramen shop, with open books surrounding him. Occasionally, he writes something down on his notebook.

As usual, he has that strange, pensive glance. Though, as it is winter, he looks rather drowsy from the cold. The sleepy set of eyes is probably most obvious. ]


[ video; filtered from Tieria no spoilers for you, Erde-san ]

Good afternoon.

[ lol, hi. There, again in sight, a milk carton on the table among the pile of books. This is not expected at all!!

But nevermind about that, maybe that notebook page full of crossed-out ideas is more eye-catching. ]

Marina Asylum. How do you determine an appropriate "birthday present" for someone?


[ video; private to Lyle ]

Lyle. Are you occupied at the moment?

If you are not, I would us to meet at Sector 5.

[Anyone who walks into the shelter kitchen today will be smacked in the nose by the smell of popcorn. Gino has taken over the place with the stuff and there are at least fifteen bowls at his feet, already filled to the top - and there's more popping in the microwave! Gino looks not in the least bothered by the strong smell, but feel free to ask him what he is even up to.]

Man, Halloween was something else wasn't it? Makes me wonder how everyone celebrates Christmas here. It can't be as crazy as the events Milly used to throw back in Ashford. Probably. Maybe.

Right, anyway. I've got a serious question for you Marina. So think hard about it okay? [we pause for dramatic emphasis]

Red or green?

[context what context!]

Good morning, inmates. It is the 142nd day of the third generation.

There will be another light snowfall this afternoon. If you haven't yet availed yourself of the warmer winter clothes available in the clothing store, do so now. The cold weather will continue as long as the dome observes the season of winter.

Inmates Xerxes Break and Alois Trancy, the items you requested are available for pick up at the entrance to the shelter in Sector 0.

I'll make this short... [ Since, of all the things Touma does not like airing out over the network, sadness is one of them. Not that he's particularly obvious about it, but those who have known him for longer can probably tell that something is amiss even before he opens his mouth again. ] I don't know how many friends Misaka had here in Marina, but... she's gone now.

[ And even though it's hard not to blame his bad luck, that has to be part of it, right? Right. ] Sorry.

Enjoy the snow, or whatever. [ And Touma just hangs up there, to return to drowning his sorrow moodiness in food at the ramen shop. ]

[ This lady is dressed warmly, hood of her heavy green cloak pulled down to her shoulders, white knitted scarf around her neck. In a jovial but determined voice, she calls out -- ]

Touma Hashiba.

I am hereby calling you out on plans we have made over the last baseball match -- that on the day of the first snowfall, we shall have a snowball fight.

Where would you like for us to duel?


(( OOC Please Read : This post is so very open to all! I would like to draw your attention to the ooc plotting thread in the case your character wants to join in, and the fight will be postponed for better organization on another day. If you feel like handwaving your character voicing their interest, please respond to the ooc thread, or leave an ooc tag here. ))
 

[Snow is cold, which means its time to bundle up. Yuta's at the clothing store in Sector Five, wearing a winter hat and scanning shelves and aisles for gloves and scarves too. Hopefully he could keep warm to avoid freezing his fingers. He switches on the video feed and blinks curiously before speaking.]

I was wondering, who's the youngest in Marina? I want to play in the snow but I don't think the adults will want to.

Good afternoon, Marina! Ladies, it's that time again~ Yesterday was so stressful, and it's been a while since we all gathered together, so head over to the spa for a spell! [ Jeanne's enthusiasm isn't quite at the levels it normally is for these, but she hides it behind her newfound energy. ] Today we are doing things a little differently -- and by "we" I mean my new friend Inara and I! She has a world of experience in things I could only read about in magazines, so tonight is sure to be a real treat.

Come on down to the public bathhouse, let your hair down, and get pampered just like you deserve! Hope to see you all there!

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( [ Action | Come one, come all! ] )

((OOC note: Post is NOT filtered, so "crashers" (read: boys) are welcome -- serious troublemakers will be escorted out, so please make an OOC note in your tag if you feel comfortable with that happening, or have someone planned to do just that. Otherwise there might be some female Defense Force members who will gladly do the honors~

If you want to answer the voice portion, just tag into this sub-thread for Jeanne only, otherwise mingle and tag around as you like. <3)

This can't be happening. [ If the voice doesn't ping anyone, the specific note of disbelief and spiky black hair on-screen might be some clue.Fortunately for everyone, he's already dressed up in clothes that fit for his new height and stature. He's no longer quite as thin as before, which feels strange enough, and the line of his jaw is filled in quite nicely with a haphazard beard of sorts. ]

[ But once the man drops the palms of his hands from his face to look right into the camera, things are distinctly off. He stares right into the camera, his confusion clear. ] ...I mean it. Whoever's idea this was, it's a sick joke, and you need to take responsibility for your actions.

Just... fix it! [ Don't make him have to find whoever it was. Though he'd rather do that, than sit around and try and figure out why that wasn't working to revert the change. ]

[Have a video of a ten-year-old girl who might look familiar to those who know Zelda. Yup, she had one of those strawberry gummies, and as a result, all her clothes are now too big for her. Which is why you only get to see her face in this video. She captures just enough so that people will recognize her, since her voice is now that of a child's.]

Are there any women who would be willing to do me a favor?

[Guys are free to respond, of course, but she won't be asking what she needs from them.]

[The video feed clicks on to a small, black-hired Japanese boy looking very perturbed with his situation looking at the camera. He has a now over-sized shirt clutched around him like a blanket.]

... does anyone know where I can find a store that has kid's clothing? [He voice then drops to a barely distinct mumble.] I'm Kamui. I think that candy did something to me.

[Then he reaches out and turns the feed off.]