[Here, Marina. Have a Mitsuru in your face. She's looking very composed, seriously, and pointedly clean of any colors. She draws in a small breath before speaking.]

Now that the day's celebration has come to a close, I was hoping someone could spare a few minutes to answer a question of mine.

It's to my knowledge there's an organization here called the "Defense Force." Given the circumstances, I've had little time to properly question this group and its activities; I can assume the name explains itself well, but I'd like to know more about it, in any case.

Merci beaucoup.

[With a nod, she cuts the feed. Once she's done with this, Mitsuru sits straight, one leg crossed over the other as she waits for the others to arrive. Her eyes kept focused, mentally going over all of the things that needed to be discussed once Akihiko, Ryoji and Yukari got there.]

[ the first raindrops are a pleasant surprise, but with the thunderclap, his first instinct is to laugh. not far from the apartment building, he strips off his uniform coat -- which is covered with colored water, powder and paint, and takes the stairs two at a time.

first, he knocks on the girls' door -- he doesn't know if they're in or not -- and just calls to them, telling them to come up onto the roof. not stopping for a reply, he climbs up to his floor and does the same for his own apartment. ]

Hey, you're wanted on the roof, man!

[ up he goes, onto the open, flat space. grins up at the "sky" and drops down onto his back, letting the rain fall on his face. ]

--I can't believe they're celebrating Holi. [He's kind of thrilled about it, and laughs.]

Holi is a festival of colors. I'm not sure if there's religious significance to it or not, other than that it's for spring, but in India people would throw colorful liquid or powder on passersby. And if you say to them, "Pardon me, but it's Holi," they're supposed to forgive you.

It's a lot of fun, if you can relax enough for it. If not... [sly] maybe you should stay indoors today?



((ooc: Respond to his voice post here! Otherwise this is an EVENT POST. Comment here if you want your character to get powdered, or if you want to lurk and throw brightly-colored water at other people, and other people will respond to your comment to oblige! Calling all pranksters, goofballs, and trolls!))

[It's late in the evening when Saki steals away to the public paths. She left her communicator at home the apartment Allen and Lavi's, hoping some peace and quiet will help clear her head.

She waits a bit until the place is empty before settling into the hot tub.]

What has to happen before the Defense Force deems it necessary to lock a person up? Apparently, the man who assaulted and tried to murder me was not considered enough of a threat. Maybe next time he attacks they'll put him on the watch list. As if that will do any good. How is anyone supposed to feel safe when there are people like that allowed to walk free with not so much as a warning? I can't deal with this. I will not be a part of an organization this ineffective at what it claims to do. I quit!

[She breathes heavily from her hospital bed, both arms bandaged with one in a sling. If only there was a table she could flip for emphasis. Just as well, she'd only end up hurting herself. She glares at the screen, lowering her voice.]

Allelujah Haptism, I hope you get what you deserve.

Time doesn't really make sense here. But -- what do you think the opposite of a birthday is?

[It's a bit late and her intention is to not show her face, but it's not as if she's making it particularly difficult to be found, curled up in a beach chair and watching the sky projection move.

Allen's commandeered puppy playing in the sand dunes and barking at shadows helps, too.]

Think of it as a riddle.

[ why yes, it is late. there's the smallest pause, and then in an almost genial tone: ]

I suppose a party would be in poor taste, at this point. Ah, well. And after all that time I'd spent working out the time difference.

[ if you'd like to wander by, he's actually standing in the doorway to Tear's room in the shelter. just, you know. gazing in at the room where she lived morbidly. ]

( Private to Kitty Pryde )

[ Elbows on the bar and cigarette between two fingers, Tyki's in a good mood tonight -- Greed's bar finally having stock has given him an excuse to drink, and drink he is. Every so often he'll idly shuffle a deck of cards he has with him when conversation lulls.

That tankini top tacked up to the wall is nothing important, by the way. He just wants to see her scowl. It amuses him.

So yeah, hey Greed. ] This place really could make good use of a poker night, with enough people...


[ OOC: Also open to anyone else who has reason to be there (Greed's bar - which he did announce was open & serving actually legal liquor to anyone interested/ passing by!) or just wants to see the occasional tipsy Tease stumble around? idk, ok. Thread with Kitty, btw, kind of gets steamy. (｡･ ω･)ﾉﾞ NC17 warning? idek ]

MASS MAILERS

• To all of PM's friends (except WV): a postcard from the Peregrine Mendicant.
  
• To Nepeta's friends: an invitation from Nepeta.
  
  PACKAGE RECIPIENTS
  
• C.C.: a package from Saki.

[Today is a fairly light mail day, which works well for her plans. Otherwise, she might have to take a day off to handle personal matters. Which... no. During her route, if she encounters any new arrivals, they will receive the How To Post Office lecture in its most succinct form. Prepare to have your ear talked off, anyway.]

[Afterward, it is time to take her things to her new home in Sector 4. Since his tank had to be dismantled and emptied for the move, Castell is in a bucket hanging from PM's arm. The albino lobster is wrapped cozily in wet paper towels, except for a small part of his head so that he can still see.]

[Feel free to tag her either on the route, or while transporting all her belongings across the dome!]

[Click here for pen pal signups. Mail submissions for Day 110 go here!]

[ in the park with a book, but right now he's just lying on his back in the middle of one of the grassy areas, arms behind his head and looking up at the "sky" and enjoying the "sunshine". has flipped his eyepiece away, so it's just the audio translator that picks up his musings. ]

Sort of strange, really, t'think that back home, life's moving right along without us. [ has wondered, sometimes, if his replacement's even Bookman's apprentice anymore, what with all those fraud charges the system's got him in for. if his replacement's incapable of lying, then he has his doubts. what if he's just a straight-up Exorcist, or just... doing something completely different. being "Lavi" forever. ]

... also, the hell is with the talking ponies? [ just in case anyone gets the strange idea he has the capacity to be serious about anything. ]

[the video feed clicks on to show what looks like a very determined, disgruntled individual. He's frowning at the screen, before he opens his mouth, letting out a loud, resounding--]

Objection! What evidence do you have that I committed any of these crimes? I don't remember being properly charged or a proper trial taking place! You-- you can't just ignore procedure and-- anyway, a life sentence for those crimes? That's ridiculous!

--and I don't even have children! [he sounds almost plaintive; some could say... whiny? for the final sentence.]

--I demand a retrial!

[There is some serious couch preparing action going on. Saki's in her pajamas and everything, complete with not only pants but a shiny new sex collar too.

If only the dog would stop jumping up on the couch and mussing up the blankets. Laughing, she shoos him off for the umpteenth time.]


((OOC: Backdated to late evening-ish. Just not this late. Open to anyone who has reason to be in Allen's crib, yo.))

[First, you hear some music. The screen's black at first, but as the track builds up a tacky visual collage launches -- disco balls, champagne bottles popping, dancing silhouettes, followed by a text that burst into the screen with animated stars and confetti:

( pardon the large text & sparkles~ )

The camera then turns 180º to Gabriel against the backdrop of the Education Center. With a spin of the chair he was sitting on, and with a snap to the music's beat, he (and the chair) are now in the Club's dance floor.

With a hop, a heel-spin and slide to the middle of the dance floor, he greets the network with much gusto --]

Good day to you, Marina!!

I'm your new neighbor -- got here a few days ago -- aaaand what do you say to having a little get together at the Club? There'll be music...

[Slides over the bar and plucks a ready martini from a bot--] Drinks! ...

[-- sashays on over back to the dance floor in front of the stage.] Singing and dancing!

So come one, come all! We'll be here all day, all night!


( OOC )

So who was the genius that took the bag marked Do Not Touch outta the kitchen freezer? I know one of you took it 'cause you left the damn bag on the counter! ...Those were mine, damnit! [ Those Topsicles were going to be his breakfast! ]

When I get my hands on you, you're gonna be sorry.

Well, damn. I know C.C.'s hot, but I didn't think you'd ever have sex, let alone with a girl. [whistle of amazement and then a laugh] At least I know you had a good time of it.

Oh, and C.C.? Sorry about the permanent ban. I'd kick him in the ass for you, but I don't think he has one. [At least now Dean knew never to have sex again. Shit]

((ooc: Please use this post to thread jack as much as you want! In fact, I'm pretty much encouraging it ^^))

Good morning, inmates. It is the 108th day of the third generation. The weather will be clear today, and warm with light rain during the evening hours. The system's software update has been completed.

As I recently modified the sexual relations ban to allow for relations under accepted circumstances, I wish to make clear that ignoring the ban is completely unacceptable. As such, punishments for ignoring the ban will be more severe. Inmate Saki Konishi, I am certain you have noticed your restraint by now. It will deter physical contact for the duration of one week. Inmate C.C., as you continue to disregard the rules of this facility, you have been fitted with a restraint that will permanently prevent contact.

Inmate Nepeta Leijon, the items you requested are available by the entrance to Sector 0.

So...

Anyone having the allowed sex yet?

[She might just be legitimately curious complete with questions, but if most people take it as an attempt to troll then, hey, all the better.]

[There is a clang of noise. Only, 'clang' is not a sufficient word to decribe the ripe cacophany of falling metal and squishy teen troll. The communicator comes on in just enough time to catch the loud and really rather angry vulgarity hidden in the middle of the noise.]

SHIT FUCKING FRONDBITER ASSFUCKS.

[The noise stops, except for the necessary little tinkle of metal just after you think everything is all over.

Eventually there is a groan.]

Who the fuck thought that was a good idea?

Does anyone have any funny stories?

[Saki's back at the Force headquarters after her brief stay away after having her cast removed earlier in the morning.

Hunched over the dispatch board, feet locked around the chair legs and nursing her second cup of coffee -- answer her easy question or find her there, because she's bored and trying to distract herself from the new arrivals, and lack thereof.]

[ dear lord why is he awake? becoming an early riser would be inconvenient! oh well, he's up and actually hanging out in the athletic complex -- he's awake and somewhere other than the library; when did he turn into Yu?

he's had a run and done some exercises, but one can only do so much alone. so, have a smiley redhead showing up on your video screens, Marina. ]

Anyone feel like tryin' to beat me up? [ grin!! ] There's gotta be somebody I've pissed off lately.

((ooc: Tags may be a little slow during the day (EST) but I will get to all tags!))