[If not for the fact that he isn't in full uniform, Cain would be the very portrait of a future famous Commissar today--strutting about standing tall, hands behind his back. You would think he was on patrol, for all the pomp involved with his going-about-town today, even if he is mostly traversing the parks.]

[... until you might notice that he's actually holding a black leash, which is then attached to a young German Shepherd prancing along behind with a rawhide chew-bone in her mouth.]

[He's holding this for a friend. Really.]

[There's a new female voice on the network, Marina, and she sounds pissed. Not that this isn't business as usual by now, I'm sure.]

How dare you entrap me like this! Whoever you are who has done this, it is unforgivable – taking me from Alaitoc in her hour of need! Whatever you are; human, chaos, dark ones, necrontyr or something else entirely, you will be punished for this, make no mistake.

[These things always happen on sword class days, why is that?]

[Cain feels like he should question it, maybe even cancel class and stay inside with Felicia, but ultimately he decides to just carry on in the face of it all, because... why not? Whatever Sentience was talking about is really not that big a deal.]

[So, class will be happening today, and he's at the training hall at his usual time, instructing students and ready to watch them wail on each other with sticks--ready to intervene if they happen to get too enthusiastic. Otherwise, he can also be found coming and going, or stopping at the ramen stand for a meal after class.]

[Here we are, at the pet cafe. Jack had wandered passed it, presumably spotting something stupid that he felt the need to investigate. A frog to stomp, a cat to chase. Or maybe it was the smell of dog treats. Who knows, honestly?

Thankfully, it seems he's distracted by a small scottish terrier puppy. He's gotten down on all fours to stare straight into its face, wings folded on his back, his own eyes wide with wonder. It seems he's scared most of the other animals away from the pair of them.

Just Jack and the puppy. He doesn't look particularly threatening like this, even with the sword in his stomach. In fact, he might be a little overstimulated, considering all the cats and dogs and treats and too many things trying to get his attention at once--]

[The video turns on to a straight-up view of the "sky", the sound of running water heard for a moment or two before the camera quickly swings down to reveal an area of the waterfall, and then turns to a miserable looking boy who's trying to get his feet under him and stand up on one of the rather slippery rocks there as he adjusts his headset. He's very confused and very off balance at the moment, and takes an uncertain look at his very not right location while running a hand through his blonde hair.

After a beat, he finally addresses the communicator somewhat haltingly as he starts to hop from rock to rock with equal hesitation]

Um... I-I know this is going to sound really weird but, um... did anyone happen to see me out last night?

Because I'm pretty sure this isn't where I went to bed, I didn't even know we had a waterfall here actually, but it's not the first time I've gone, ah-- sleep... walking, you could say... [Yeah, go with that Emil; it's sadly less weird than explaining that the Other Guy sometimes hijacks, in his opinion] So, I'd-- I'd just really like to know, if anyone can... tell me anything, I guess.

[Except there his feet go out from under him on an unlucky landing; sending him sliding into the still frigid pool, the yelp he makes and the feed both cutting off as he goes under. So... give him a minute]


[[ooc: if action is more your thing, feel free to watch him take a swim! I will be getting to tags in the morning <3]]

[ Gaunt sits in the movie theater in sector 3, quietly sipping some water, playing on the Screen is a program titled Attack Run! It is one of the most ridiculously showy programs ever. Over-blown combat dialogue, showy space explosions (with sound), fighters flying far too close to one another, combat flight movements of a varying level of sensibleness, and incredibly stirring orchestrated and choral music. Gaunt, seems far more relaxed than anyone has ever seen him, eating some candy and slouching back in his chair, in his shirtsleeves, occasionally chuckling at particularly hammy speeches by the actors. Feel free to sit down by him, interrupt the film feed, or ask him questions about the program.]

[Sector 4 is a beautiful, landscaped residential area of the dome, where you'll find many homes, as well as parks, a butterfly pavilion, and a beach with an observation deck for the dolphins! It might be a little chilly for a swim, since it's still winter, but there's plenty of things to do.]

[Maybe you're visiting a friend here, or want to get zen by the meditation waterfall, or sit by the koi pond, or admire the massive cherry blossom tree still in full bloom. Or maybe you're just passing through on your way to the coffee shop in Sector 5 or the arcade in Sector 3, and waiting for people to ambush you!]

[So what are you doing? Anytime of day, with anyone! Just put down your characters and tag around!]

[ Prepare to be greeted by the carapaced face of a man who looks as if he has not slept in days. In fact, not sleeping is exactly what AR has been doing. From his glazed over expression to his hunched posture, he looks like more of a wreck than he cares to admit. ]

How does one get to sleep when they find themselves unable to?

[Patrolling again, Zero makes his way around the dome during which there is a brief stop off at the shelter billboard. People don't do this as often as they used to, but Zero needs help and it's not the type of personal information he's willing to talk to anyone about face to face.

Yuuki is also not the type of person to wander across the the dome and go to the shelter for no reason. At least he doesn't hope so. Either way, he's going to have to keep a closer eye out for her tonight on his rounds. The very last thing he needs is her finding something like this.

Ensuring that there was no one else in sight, Zero tacks up the paper on the bulletin board before fading into the streets of Marina with only the prints of his shoes in the snow as proof that he was there.]

( ADVICE NEEDED )

[OOC: Sorry for the tl;dr. All notes will be anonymous. Feel free to threadjack away unless someone prefers not to.]

[Anyone who happens to be wandering around out by the Park today may find a certain canine-esque figure curled up under a tree, fast asleep, covered in a light dusting of white powder. Judging by the way he's laying, he kind of just...flopped there, and it wasn't exactly a planned napping session.

Jack Noir's energy has just about been expended on attempting to maintain this form through the ring on his finger (which is conveniently hidden under his body where it can't be snatched). It also appears that he has a rather nasty dog bite wound on the back of his neck that's mostly clotted over in its strange...carapacian fashion. Anyone who can't spot his rising and falling chest might mistake him for dead.

After all, how many times do you see something that's been stabbed straight through the chest actually still be alive?]

[the voice that comes through the communicator is light, childish, and bored. it's hard to adjust back to Marina's every day life of monotony after what had occurred a few days ago. But to Road's credit, she's trying to. After all, she doesn't really have any other choice.]

Has anyone got any stories to tell? [the quietest of sighs here] I don't care if they're the truth or lies, fairy tales or histories. I just want to hear one. [or perhaps two, if you're willing to indulge her]

[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.]

I have heard that there are those who would call themselves demons living among us.

[Fenris' expression is one of casual disdain. It is clear that he does not think highly of you demon-types.]

Even those whom I once believed to be reasonable. Show yourself, should you have the courage.

[He doesn't have a weapon to beat you all down with, but he'd at least like to know who to keep an eye on. What makes him think people will be honest? Well.

Better to ask, right?]

[At the entrance to Sector 5, several very long tables have been set up outside. Low light is provided by street lamps hung up just for the occasion, a cozy dining room in the middle of the street. There's turkey, mashed potatoes, candied yams, cranberry sauce, and many, many other Thanksgiving favorites. A warm, printed message at the center of the table asks:

In the tradition of the holiday known as Thanksgiving, please feel free to enjoy this meal and think about all the things over the last year for which you are most grateful.

Come one, come all! Food covers the tables, enough for the prison's entire population, courtesy of the bots. Have a nice big dinner with your fellow inmates, and get your CR on!]

[it's time for supper at the still-under-construction Grimdark House (a.k.a. the House of Good Upstanding Citizens of the Imperium of Mankind, Plus Eridan Ampora). No matter where the various inhabitants, diurnal and nocturnal, permanent or temporary, have gotten to during the day, it's time to gather around the dining room table like a family. Isn't that nice?]

[dinner tonight is curry—something Felicia found in a box at the store and thought looked both tasty and simple to make—with beef, vegetables, and rice. The rice is maybe slightly undercooked, since she made it from scratch and had to go through all this nonsense with oil and however many fingers of water and all that, but it's honestly perfectly fine. Seriously, she'd better not hear any whining.]

[everyone have their food? Everyone seated at the table? Good. Now settle down. It's time to say grace.]

[While the previous day's "odd occurrence" (to quote a Very Tall Mister) hadn't directly affected him, it had troubled him still. It may be apparent to his housemates through his overall demeanor that something isn't sitting right -- it's just that he didn't want to trouble them.

Most of the day, Ryo was out doing his usual activities, except that he's keeping his distance from his friends and other people, trying to sort his thoughts out for himself. At sundown, self-sorting has proved to be futile, and so he decides to call someone who has given him good advice before...]

Um-- hello. Good evening, Teacher. Do you have a minute?


[ Later, he will find himself home and crashing on the couch, trying to call forth a nap... ]
 

( Deep Puck thoughts that mostly amount to 'be more fun, guys' )

( The actual spell )

[OOC: Feel free to thread amongst yourself, anywhere in the dome! Here's the OOC post for details.]

[Unaware of the chaos and rebellion unfolding deep beneath the ground, Cain is squeezing in some quality quiet time to meditate, reflect, and consider recent and past events. He's not really one to brood, though, so even the negative events are considered in stride. ...Or in as much stride as he can muster for them individually.]

[Of course, it's still bloody cold out, so he's dressed to stay warm and dry. Extra useful, given his proximity to the meditation waterfall.]

[Inevitably, that peace will be shattered by some passerby, but he's happy for the time nonetheless.]

Alright, everyone. [Ciaphas Cain paces about the training hall as his students gear up and ready themselves for a fun and sweat-filled session learning about how to hit each other with sword-shaped sticks.] Keep the doors closed. If one of those kissing robots gets in here, no funny business, give each other a quick peck and get back to work.

[Not that he expects anyone to want to make out in front of a bunch of ogling classmates, but it has to be said.]

And if you have some sort of romantic revelation, you have my sincere congratulations, but please save it for later. I only have you for an hour three times a week. [Cain grins jovially in order to soften his otherwise apparent lack of empathy with anyone who may or may not get to touch a boob find romance today.]

[That said, he pulls his practice sword from his belt.] Today’s a spar day, so take care and don’t skimp with your warm-ups. And remember the rules, no giving each other concussions.

[Other than at class time, Cain can be found in/around the Athletic Complex! Despite Cain's efforts to keep Mistletoe-kun at bay for class, he is open for kisses ♥ As always, open threading to whack each other with wooden swords is encouraged.]

[Kitty is wearing her uniform. Blue. Tight. Low cut. You get the picture. She likes the comfort of having it on when she trains which is what she was out doing this morning. Where the afternoon takes her, that's another story one we tell together.]