[It's the afternoon when Tsuna leaves his new home and heads to the park, an odd sense of anticipation humming inside him. When he arrives, he finds a nice vicinity for himself where he appears to be alone before he pulls out his X-Gloves and puts them on, swallowing two of his blue Dying Will pills.

The effect is quick, and the orange Sky Flames that flare out from his forehead, gloves, and Vongola ring - now slipped onto his finger - pulse with life. He lets out a slow breath, holding his arms out a little from his sides with his palms facing the ground.

And then he propels himself into the air with his flames, hovering still for a moment before practically vanishing in the blink of an eye to appear quite a distance away. Tsuna's fast in the air, and smooth, so unlike his usual clumsy self. His personality now will seem quite different as well. If anyone were to happen upon him, he'll be flying around, clearing his head while in Hyper Dying Will Mode]

[It's been a while since he went all out on a practice like this, but it's about time.]

[Allelujah's in the dojo, throwing a flurry of punches and kicks at the training dummies. He's got his knuckles wrapped - it seems those sweatbands on his arms are good for more than one thing - and there's a constant 'thud' of impact as he tries to push away his frustration into the practice.]

[The style's not elegant, but it's simple and effective. He varies it a little bit, switching from punches to kicks on various targets on the dummy, and he moves around it a little, but otherwise he's focused on beating the crap out of whatever he's imagining on the dummy's fabric.]

[He does stop briefly every so often for water, though, which is probably a good time for anyone who's come to investigate the noise to try to talk to him.]

Nena Trinity has returned, and this time Michael has arrived as well.

[Short. To the point. He wouldn't expect a response from anyone who didn't want to. He was just warning everyone so there weren't any surprises later followed by angry misunderstandings like last time. Though, it wasn't like Nena and Michael had been very secretive about their arrival.

His tone also left no question as to his feelings on the matter. He was not a happy camper.]

[It may be too early in the morning for some to be cheerful, but not Nia. She’s nursing a mug of steamed tea when she opens what is supposed to be a private communicator feed, still in her pajamas.]

Simon, what are – sexual relations?

[She heard it earlier, and she’s confused! Beastmen never do anything like that, after all. Probably.]

[the breath whooshes out of Roxas audibly as the video clicks on. he's on top of a low building, maybe three stories tall, outside the dome, and he directs the video to look out over an almost completely unfamiliar landscape, piled so high with unbroken white snow that it seems barren and surreal]

It is really cold out here. Look at all that snow.

[he directs the video down again. --directly underneath his position, there's a big hole in the snow, showing how deep it is]

It's taller than I am. [wryly, reaching down to brush it off his black leather coat] I was going to offer to get anything anyone needs from their place, but I'm not sure I could find it in -- this.

But I'm glad I got to take a picture of it. [so that he can keep the memory of this, even if he doesn't remember]

I've been taking a lot of pictures lately... and I was wondering if anyone would be interested in teaching a class or joining a club about photography. [looking into the video again now, smiling a bit] What do you guys think?


((ooc: Roxas is going to bamf back inside in a few moments, so if you want action for some reason, just say so in the header))

[...quietly]

I have been giving a great deal of thought to the incident a few weeks ago, and your -- opinions on what happened. I think I have decided that I cannot excuse what the Engineers do in the name of entertainment. It feels like -- an abuse of their power.

[after a beat]

I understand that it's unlikely that most of you would be willing to help me. But -- is there anybody here who would be willing to act... as...

[another pause. almost embarrassed]

...my bodyguard?

[In one of the common rooms]

[Due to everyone being forced into the shelter today, Akito can be found in one of the common rooms. He hasn't been in the shelter for awhile, so he's humming to himself and feeling somewhat nostalgic, remember the time a few months ago when he arrived here.

He's sitting up on one of the lounges, swinging his feet back and forth. Next to him, his other is napping, head resting on the light's shoulder. Agito is really fucking tired, so he's allowed himself to doze off even though his pride normally wouldn't let him.

Akito doesn't mind though. He's content to stay here and look around, watching everyone go through. He's open to talking as well. It's the best way to pass what could be a boring day, after all!]


[Lurking around the place]

[The original, on the other hand, is exceedingly annoyed at being forced inside. He's not in the mood to talk to people, so being forced into a situation where he might have to is really not cool.

Lind's lurking around in the hallways and lesser used rooms, hoping to avoid people. Obviously this means he should be bothered]



((OOC: Both sides are open and you can reply to either or both! Just let me know in the header who you're tagging. This is an all-day post, as well, so anytime you want to tag is good))

[ video; filtered from Tieria ]

Good day. This is just a small request and reminder...

Mew! Mew!

No, Spot... [ ahh, getting batted by a tiny kitty who wants to play ;A; ] —Wait. [ He closes his eyes, raising an open hand gently as if to gesture, "PAUSE, PAUSE" to his little friend there. (He's sorry, Spot. ;; He can't play now.) Though, poor Setsuna looks tired. What has he been doing until now? ]

Today is Tieria Erde's birthday. [ And raising a photograph of his pretty best friend— ] If you know him, please send him a wish. [ ... especially you, C.B. people. :'D ]

Mew! Mew~ Mew~ [ ffff ]

[ Though, Setsuna shortly comes up with an idea, and folds open his milk carton. Upon catching the sweet scent of milk, Spot walks over to it and starts drinking it contentedly. Afterwards, the kitty happily jumps unto Setsuna's head, and just kind of nests there! ... Well, at least he's relaxed now. ]


[ action ]

[ Setsuna was secretly busy ever since last night, preparing everything that he needed for this evening's dinner. While Tieria is out, he does the final arrangements, running about back and forth all around their apartment.

Checking on the food, doing a little extra cleaning... And all this time, Spot remains nested on his head. Anyway, he didn't forget anything, right? ]


[ ooc | Action is closed to Tieria and Moji. But! If your character wishes to personally drop by at their apartment, they can do so. (Just in case anyone wants to talk to Tieria to wish him happy birthday/give him a present/whatever.) No need for permission, just indicate so. ♥ Setsuna might even invite them to stay for the birthday dinner.

edit; Tieria mun said that Tieria will now be answering birthday greetings or such in this post. Feel free to call him here! All calls meant for Setsuna are automatically filtered from Tieria, still. But if it's directed at Tieria, then Tieria will answer. c: ]

[New people were arriving today. But Marie wasn't watching for them this time. There would be time for that later. She hadn't forgotten. And she didn't want to neglect them but... something had been bothering her for a few days.

So instead, she could be found in the library, acting a bit strangely. Strangely because she's never done this before. It's not clear at first glance, what it is, but there are a number of books sitting at her side. She's reading one of them, and looks pretty focused.

But then, it draws a reaction from her. A soft, kind of giddy smile as she reads through the text.]

ooc: Marie is currently going through a series of books, interested in relationships and the emotion known as love. She's trying to keep a low profile but please feel free to pester her and ask what this is all about.

Good morning, inmates. It is the 144th day of the third generation. More inmates will be integrated into the facility today, so please be aware of this disruption as you go about your day.

Today, the annual cleaning process begins. Again, the first stage requires an evacuation of the shelter for 24 hours to allow for thorough cleansing and maintenance. Please be prepared to relocate during this time period. It is not optional.

Those who require alternate housing for the night are encouraged to make their way to Sector 5. The bots will lead you to an appropriate apartment building with adequate accommodations.

[This especially applies to new arrivals, and all new arrivals who are restrained will not be given a choice.]

Inmate Hiling Care, the items you requested are available for pick up at the entrance to the shelter in Sector 0.

[Heh. Fight Club had been a good rush. He had even managed to pull out a win off of Agito. He had expected that, but it had still been an awesome feeling to humiliate the kid in front of a live audience. He's not too badly hurt, either, so he starts walking home on his own. Agito can get back. So can Akito. He doesn't really care that much.]

Good evening, citizens of Marina! We do hope you're enjoying the cold just as much as we are! Since we know you likely don't have anything better to do, why don't you come on down to the Fight Club? Why, we have hot cocoa and other delightful, tasty treats for you while we get this show on the road! The fights will be starting within the hour, so come on down and get the good seats while they're available! [They laugh before they cut the feed.]

((OOC: Fight Club, round 2! Please wait until Kathrine (Ava-mun) posts up the fight threads + the mingling thread before posting!))

[It's been a long day. Allelujah has been trying to make sure Akito, Agito, and Lind aren't dwelling too much on the loss of Kaito and Gazelle, and... well. He needs to take a break for himself at some point, right?]

[So he sits here outside the house, looking up at the false sky. It's getting dark... but he doesn't mind. It's kind of peaceful like this. Who would have thought you could get such peace in a prison? Even Hallelujah is relatively quiet right now.]

[It's one thing very few people realise about him, that Lind keeps tabs on certain people. So the instant he notices two very specific people aren't home, he makes a round of the dome.

Not too long later he sighs and stops, already having tried to contact Kaito via the network and a private post. No luck. Akito won't be happy about this...]

If anyone's looking for Kaito or Gazelle, don't bother. Neither of them seem to be here anymore. [He sounds a little tired. Lind's had enough of people appearing and vanishing]


((OOC: Akito will have a thread for replies to him. Feel free to tag either or both of them))

[ Open ]
Snow's right around the corner, and that got me thinking... Would anyone be left who can work with textiles and things like that? [ Neil scratches his neck and leans back. The view is of his living room, and he's seated on the couch, clad in a simple green pullover and corded slacks. ] I'm looking for some custom coats to keep the snow and water off of a buddy of mine.

[ There's a pause and then his brows shoot up when he realizes that he forgot a crucial point. He holds out his hand. ] It's not a big job, but the shape might be kind of ah, ... unique. [ Suddenly, a large orange ball hops into his open palm and spins around so his red eyes are facing the communicator on the coffee table. ] Haro here, and I, would really appreciate your help. There are a few others in the dome who would probably be interested in the idea, too. [ A knowing wink to the camera. See? He has all the haro owners covered with this plan. ]

I don't have a lot of skills, or things to offer, but I'll be very thankful for the time saved cleaning my buddies up when they come in from outside. [ All those haro units out there without jackets. Please... think of the haros. ]

---

[ Private : Allelujah Haptism, Soma Peries / Marie Parfacy ]
[ And he figures this call is long overdue. Not only has he not talked to Alle in quite some time, but he also has yet to meet the new arrival face to face.

Of course, that doesn't mean he can't give Alle just a little hard time about it. His tone is airy and there's a teasing edge to it. ] Oy, Allelujah. Don't you think it's about time you introduced me to your girlfriend?

- Private to Allelujah and Akito -

[She was a bit nervous. And that was a bit of an understatement. She was coming to live with Allelujah, so really... she was really very happy. This was what she wanted, no doubt. And his roommate seemed so very nice... So what reason did she have to be nervous? No matter what it was, she was certain that she did feel it.

It took her a moment of staring at the door to gather up a bit of courage and knock.

And instinctively her hands immediately fell in front of her, fidgeting slightly. Moving in with them wasn't going to cause any trouble, right? It was a big step after all... wasn't it?]

[He's been trying to hide all day, but he can't really hide anymore. And besides, there's a lot of little kids running around. But this is embarrassing...]

[Allelujah appears on the screen, puppy ears twitching and pressed back against his his head a little.]

If there are any of the... new younger inmates running around, I'm having a picnic in the park. If you want to come eat, you're more than welcome to come and have some food.

[Action]

[Allelujah is sitting out in the park, a large picnic basket with him filled with sandwiches. There's a blanket nearby, but Allelujah is busy tussling with his puppy, giving her scritches and belly rubs.]

[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... )

[ 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?

[If you want near the recreation center, or the training halls that evening you might here the sound of crashing, breaking--animalistic growls of frustrations. More beast than man.

You might see the punching bag go flying or the dummy getting splintered into chips of wood. The equipment is meant to withstand the force of someone has angry--hurt, afraid--as M-21 is at that moment. He had searched, called, and hunted down all the leads he could find, but the fact he had to face.

M-24 was gone. Again.

De--

--He punches the bag hard enough it cracks the wall behind it. Stares for a few seconds, almost as if he doesn't even notice the damage. He looks down and notices that without even trying...his hands have changed...thick fur up to his elbows, sharp claws curling to dig into his own palms as he clenches them. That hasn't happened subconsciously in a long time. He's not controlling himself.]

...You damn idiot.

[He doesn't know who he's saying it to.]