[action]
[Roxas has acquired ~*~pixie dust~*~, straight from Neverland. you might have heard of it. you think a happy thought, and you fly! nothing has ever made him happier than flying, and so he's excited enough that it's hard to remember that he wants to share it with other people. there's no harm in dusting himself now, and then going to find his friends, right?]

[so you might see an extremely happy blond Nobody flying around the dome like in a certain fairy tale, trailing glittering gold pixie dust]


[video]
Hey -- anyone who's interested in the photography club! We should have our first meet-up soon. But I thought about giving an assignment first. How about... bring a photograph of something straight up. Like lying on your back under a tree, or a perspective shot of the clocktower? Something like that. Be creative!

There's a room in the school where you can develop your film or print out a picture on nice paper, when you have one you like.

[if you're looking close enough you might notice that he's glittering with gold or that he's bobbing in the air a little, or see from his glowing face that he's in an amazing mood. but he's inspired, so he's rambling about his photography club!]

[The feed opens up and you can hear piano music, seems it's on voice for now but whoever is holding the device discreetly switches it to video. What you see before you, Marina, is a very familiar blue-skinned teen... playing the piano with some skill for a guy who's only been practicing for a few days. Heck, some of you from earth (or a version of) might recognize the song.

If you don't, then you might as he starts to sing.]

( Bird-alien singing under cut )

((ooc: You most likely will get a response from both the boys if you post to the video, but feel free to address either! Otherwise you can tag in with Action and find the two milling about on their "date" out and about just about anywhere. You may even catch them being adorable and affectionate~ They will be visiting the Ramen Shop for a late lunch then the Education Center(obviously), the Movie Theater and the Club!))

[morning]
[Naoto is familiarizing herself with the headquarter's coffee maker. It's her first day of patrol so she might as well get used to the place. She pours herself a cup, holding the mug as she looks over the watch list once more. She still can't believe that half the things on this list are actually real, like vampires really? And cursed to hurt Japanese? She takes a sip. Man, this place is weird!!]

[afternoon]

[walking around sector one with her sheathed sword visible in her hand. as the black processing plant comes to view Naoto slows down, one hand tightening imperceptibly on the hilt, and eventually comes to a stop right in front of the building. Somewhere inside is Badou and the twins... If suspicious staring could open up magic doors, then Naoto would definitely have found an entrance by now.]

[Presently before you is (1) one Rebecca Crane, her chin on the kitchen table and a cup of coffee between her hands. She shifts up to rest on her elbows after a moment, cozy in a loose knit sweater and tank top. And still tired as her yawning will attest, but there's a smile on her lips.] 'sup? Good morrrrning, Marina.

Thought I'd try and get some advice... [Camera view switching to that of the table, with a spread of a few danishes, some pâté, a loaf of Parisian bread and the last thing out of her pantry... grapes.] Not sure what to make for breakfast out of this. I kinda didn't get around to a grocery run yesterday, so it's going to be... a danish morning, I think. Danish and grapes, the breakfast of champions.

... But seriously? [There's a moment's pause, where she pulls that container of pâté closer and shows it off to the camera. Her voice is a little softer. Maybe just to not be overheard.] Who eats this? Stuffy... rich food. [Slight laugh.] What's next, caviar?

[A pause, before she sighs. Reaching for that cherry danish.] Ah, crap, I have so much to do today.




[Action/ Open - Noonish.]

[Sometime before noon she's finally pulled herself to her feet, washed her face and shaken off most of her morning lethargy. And dressed, finally. And out in the beautiful... morning sun to stop by some of the stores to pick up a few things. Cross stopping by the day before kind of derailed all her plans, so she's got groceries to stock up on. Backpack over her shoulder, she's yours to encounter to, from or in the fine act of selecting a nice head of lettuce or the like.]

[After leaving Soubi to his class, Ritsuka makes his way to another section of the Education Center's art rooms, sending his location to Roxas as he walks. There ought to be a darkroom off of one of the classrooms; it's just a matter of figuring out which one. His message sent, Ritsuka leans against the wall, occasionally glancing back and forth down the hallway, impatient for his friend's arrival.

It's kind of strange - ever since Ritsuka transferred out of Osamu-chan's school he hasn't been able to connect with anyone over photography on more than a general level. Even with Osamu-chan, though he was able to talk with her about more of the artistic and technical aspects of photography, he still wasn't sure she understood exactly how important it was for him to make memories. She had a general idea, to be sure, and his friends from school and Soubi all wanted to make memories with him, but Ritsuka could never be sure they knew why he needed to do it.

So he's looking forward to talking with Roxas more about this, because every time they've talked before Roxas seemed to understand how much this means to him. That's something he's never had before, and though he tries to look composed, Ritsuka's heart is already overflowing with eager nervousness.]

[ooc: backdated to the afternoon of day 162, during soubi's art class]

[Revive is wandering around the park, walking his new dog. The fluffy white puppy bounds along ahead of him, exploring since he hasn't been out very far from Revive's house yet. He's not quite sure where he is going at the moment so he is following the dog. He's using the opportunity to think. It is what he needs at the moment.

There's so much on his mind. He's hoping things will work out with Anew and as always, wondering what to do about Hiling. If she had actually sent the letter to Anew (not been insulting), he owed her. At the same time, he still liked his apartment...]

VIDEO

[ just a simple message: ]

My name is Agatsuma Soubi. I will be conducting art classes for the time being. The first is this afternoon at three o'clock in classroom five at the Education Center. For today, there is no need to bring anything with you. Necessary materials will be provided.

ACTION

[ Soubi's been around the art wing of the Education Center for a few hours already before class begins. as people arrive, he passes out sketch books, pencils, and erasers. the tables in the room have three chairs each pulled up to them, and in the middle of each table is an item. the class will be drawing simple objects today--vases, shoes, small folding fans--just so that he can get a feel for their level of experience and interest.

if anyone has a question, they're free to approach him at any time, and he'll be walking around and helping out where he sees fit, as well. before class ends, he allows them to keep their sketch books, and gives a simple assignment to be completed before the next class: choose an object with an interesting or unusual shape and draw it. ]


[ ooc; video is backdated to mid-morning. class is, obviously, at 3:00 pm. feel free to tag in before, during, or after class, and mingle among yourselves! ]

[ six o'clock in the evening rolls around, and Lavi's in the Education Center classroom. he's seated cross-legged on the desk, with the science book Link brought him open in his lap. he turns pages with his left hand; his right arm is still in a cast and fitted in a sling for safekeeping. the bandage on his forehead still covers the stitched-up gash, but his bruises are fading.

honestly, he's been looking forward to starting class again, for the fun of it, and for getting out of the hospital and having something to distract him. ]


((ooc: Open to all budding anglophones! Feel free to mingle and/or take part in the lesson.))

[Agito's in a mood today. That mood is a dangerous one. Shit's happened lately and even though Akito's managed to somewhat pull himself together, the shark still isn't pleased about it. Beating the crap out of the original isn't going to be enough to make him calm down either, which is why he's stalking the dome, AT whirring softly as he glides along, eye narrowed and glaring at anyone who crosses his path.

He could use someone to spar with. Not enough to get his AT taken, which he would bitch forever about. But just enough to maybe satisfy him. He needs something to do damnit]


((OOC: No fights will end up with any major damage done, it'll be more of a spar than anything unless you manage to piss him off. Feel free to also beat the crap out of him if he pisses your character off. But basically, expect him to reply with hostility unless he knows the character in question. And even then he still may...))

[Newly freed from the hospital, Cross is making his way to a much more comfortable bed. He's doing so with slightly careful steps, but certainly nothing obvious to the casual observer. He's in damn good shape, considering. So he's going to grab a few things before heading over to said much improved bed, like some decent coffee and food.]

[His mood, as you may guess, isn't the best. So what else is new? Approach at your own risk.]

[Because of a promise he somehow ended up in, Atsuro’s busy looking up recipes and getting ingredients. He’s pretty alright with it, since he doesn’t mind cooking and it’s for a friend.

In the Shelter’s kitchens, he’s hard at work making what he’s set out to make: a parfait.

Because he's in the kitchens, anyone that knows him will see a rare sight. Atsuro with his hat off. Not only that, but he's wearing his hairclip to keep his hair out from his eyes.]

Did I get it right? [He mutters to himself, checking the recipe and how the dessert looks so far. Maybe he should ask for help...

Ignoring his haro’s remarks, he reaches out for his communicator and adjusts the privacy settings.]

[Video | Filtered from Yuuki Kuran]
Does anyone have experience with making parfait?

[Yomi’s been up for a little while now, pushing back breakfast for the sake of making it to the athletic centre at first light. She’s all smiles for the feed, hands tucked behind her back, but it’s obvious from the faint flush high up on her cheeks that she’s already loosened her muscles – and, okay, maybe the especially observant can spot the dummy she beat a little too hard.

Accidents happen, but now she’s bored with single combat and practicing her forms.]

So who’s up for a quick spar? [Just that, still all smiles and warm voiced, as innocent and unassuming as possible, with the pan of the feed making it obvious where she is.]

["Think about all the things over the last year for which you are most grateful"... That message had made her chest tighten. Sure, there were things she was grateful for, but she was pretty far away from a lot of those things at the moment. That was why she had decided to just sneak past all the festivities to grab a black notebook from her apartment and head off to the Butterfly Pavilion. She didn't really have a reason for going there, but it seemed as good a place as any, especially after sitting herself down in one of the corners of the park. If she could avoid unexpected company, all the better.

With a light sigh she cracked open the notebook and started making notes with her slightly large and looping handwriting. Every now and again she stopped to press the top of her pen against her lip and narrow her eyes as if she was figuring out a tough math problem, but before too long she would just get right back to writing as if nothing had happened. She had her limits though, and her eyelids were starting to get heavier and heavier in order to remind her of that.

...Maybe she could just rest her eyes for a moment. Just one. That wouldn't cause any problems, right?

And before she knew it she was fast asleep.]

[ a video feed pops on, and then pans across the public baths. and there's a voice over: ]

Clean water... ample soap... immaculate linens... it doesn't even smell like anyone's ever been here. I'll forgive the warden for it not being deep enough to dive.

Do I really have to go home?

[ the video picks up bare feet and bare legs as Hawke hops down into the bath, and then the feed focuses on her already-getting-red face. she looks positively blissful. and yet, smirky as always. ]

I know there's a party tonight, and we all should look our very best. Would anyone care to join me? I'll wash your back, if you wash mine?

[Someone is dead asleep in the park. A rock-skinned someone. One might suspect that being nice to a little girl has drained all Zelgadis' energy, or maybe practicing magic with said little girl after being charmed into it, but no. He just hasn't been able to sleep at home. At all. Not one night since those stupid kissing robots.]

[When he'd sat down under the shade of a tree in the park, Zelgadis' hood had been pulled up to cover his appearance, but he's tossed a bit in his fitful rest and so it's fallen back to expose his rock skin and wire hair. Feel free to stop and gawk or wake him rudely! Just be careful not to get blasted for it. He's tired, but not enough to fail at a decent fireball.]

[Sector 4, Meditation Waterfall]

[Standing on one of the stones in front of the waterfall with crossed arms, Kanon can be seen meditating, as if he were asleep at first sight since he's motionless. But if you get closer, a tiny golden aura is surrounding his frame. Despite his reduced power, it has an aggressive sensation.

The Saint wants to see how far his Cosmo can reach its limit. Little by little, taking his time. He may end quite exhausted, though he's used to hard work.

After all, manipulating a God and leading his subjects is enough proof.]

[today Sakura is at the park busying herself with the large drawing notepad in front of her. the large flowering tree in the park, planted by Amaterasu a while back, never fails to sooth her and has become one of her favorite places to be. she flips to a clean sheet of paper, rolling a crayon between her fingers in thought]

Ever since I came here I've seen all types of magic. How do you - practice your magic? Do you train? Or meditate? Kero-chan used to say that I should just leave that to time, but I want to improve now. [and it's not like she's really improving that much] And since he's not here, I wasn't sure who to ask... I know we're all from different places, but I'm sure magic exists in a lot of worlds.

[short pause] Oh, and cheerleading practice will start soon if the weather gets warmer. You can ask me about joining the team if you like.

[There is video, as Rebecca adjusts it-- coming down a little bit on an angle, she's set the device on a shelf while she finishes screwing the case back on to her laptop.

It takes a minute, but then her eyes flick up and she gives the camera a two fingered little wave.] Hey.

Looking for two volunteers for a little project Lacus and I've got going. If you've got a couple hours to spare today and don't mind letting your brain be picked at [kinda literally] I'm fielding applications right now. It involves beta testing a virtual reality simulator. If you saw us the other day around the dome, this is the next step where we put all that sweet data to use.

Anyway, if this sounds like your cup of tea, lemme know. We only need two people right now, adults only please, but we can put up a waiting list if demand is high... oh, and it's totally safe. [She shakes her hand in the air dismissively.] We've done a couple tests ourselves, I'd never put anyone in something I'm not confident about.

Woot, so that's that. Show of interested hands?

[[ooc: Responses to this post/ Rebecca will have a comment thread of their own-- and subsequent chosen volunteers will have their own individual threads with either Rebecca or Lacus watching over them while testing out the VR Machines. Virtual!Lacus may be sprinkled through out. Headers will guide the way~]]

[Anyone walking around Sector 4 today might notice a certain mail lady/queen/freaky alien is seated at the koi pond. Her skirt has been rolled up and her feet are dipped into the water, despite the weather still being a touch too chilly for such things normally. With her dainty claws, she tears apart a crust of bread into small crumbs to toss to the fish. Her sword is laying within arm's reach, acting as the one odd thing out of place in this otherwise nice little moment.]

[Well, maybe the second odd thing. Besides her muttering. Apparently directed at the fish.] Auric Tranquility, no, you have to share. The Duke hasn't gotten any, yet.

[There hasn't been much going on, but Hiling still attends to her duties at the post office. It seems that today she has found something other than bubble wrap to keep herself occupied. She sits at the desk, writing a letter on official post office stationary. She taps the pen on the desk while she's thinking.]