It doesn't look like this winter's going to go away anytime soon, so I've got a question.

Any advice on how to keep a cold-blooded person warm aside from bundling her up layers upon layers of clothes until she sinks in the snow from the sheer weight of it? I think she'll have trouble moving after a while too.

She'll probably be okay but she got really cold in a winter-based amusement park attraction once. It's worrying. ( ´△｀)

[LOCKED from momo kisaragi;]
That aside the real reason I'm posting this is because I have no idea how to celebrate people's birthdays but my sister's is coming up next month (not that I'm not worried about you, friend).

She's never had a birthday party with friends before so I kind of want to get something together? Any advice would be nice and if anyone's friends with a MOMO KISARAGI, that's her. Her birthday's next month, so if anybody can drop by once it's planned or chip in...

I don't have a place yet either so ideas or offers on that would be nice. [He'd ask Flora or Kido if they could do it at their place but if it's planned right under her nose, even Momo would notice...]

[Video pops on; Tsubomi is half-hidden behind a small stack of paper. There is, predictably, a tall pair of ferns visible behind her, but there's no plants visible on the desk. She smiles pleasantly into the video, and reaches back from the tablet to shift around the paper stack.]

There! Hello everyone. If you're new, my name is Tsubomi Hanasaki! It's a pleasure to meet you. Now...

[She lifts a postcard onto the feed with a flourish. She looks quite proud of herself. It's a pretty, pale pink, with a cherry blossom painted in the bottom corner.]

It's nearly the new year, isn't it? It just doesn't feel the same to me without New Year's postcards, so I've been collecting some, but I have far more than I really need. So if you'd like to send postcards, let me know! You can have some of mine--but you'll have to deliver them yourself.

[She puts the card down.]

As always, if you need vegetables, I've transplanted a portion of my plants from the moonbase. I've started growing quinoa, but it needs a little more time to grow... if you really need it, I could see if I can collect some, but if you could wait until the end of January, that would be ideal for everyone.

[There's a short pause as she tucks some hair behind her ear.]

Is anyone giving haircuts? I can sew you something as payment!

[the camera shifts beneath the hands of an amateur as it's set on a flat surface. it's on a bit of an angle, but the position is acceptable. Loki skitters back eagerly, peering into the camera and then waving his hands in show. as he scoots back it's apparent some awful fashion travesty has happened, because he's wearing a terrible Christmas sweater, complete with a big bow pulled over his Asgardian robes. it goes down to his knees.]

It's been an exciting few weeks now, hasn't it? Hello again, Exsilium! I've come to give the gift of Christmas Spirit, marketing gimmicks aside, of course! [he takes a few steps backward as he faces the camera, holding a hand to his chin.] Why, what could be done to spread the cheer of the Yule holiday? With everything that's happened, it does get a bit depressing here ... right in the center of a self-defeating winter full of abominable beasts that wish for nothing more then our untimely demises. And there's still time travel to think about! And our impending existential crises! Terrible, right?

[he holds up a finger suddenly.] Yet I bring Yuletide cheer to brighten all. Surprise! Nothing so extreme as coal in socks and indefinitely kept cakes of fruit, but something more humble in its ageless practice! The ugly Christmas sweater! [he suddenly steps aside and there is a very festive looking red and green pile of awful, terrible, but very warm looking ugly Christmas sweaters. the mass has to at least be up to his shoulder, and there are all different kinds. but is where he got all these fugly knit novelties really a question that anyone wants to ask?] I'm opening requests to lend everyone some spirit! Please make them below so they can all be filled in a timely fashion, all formality, of course. No need to crowd, there's plenty for everyone. All requests can picked up promptly.

Jolly exclamations of ho ho ho and stuff!

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UGLY YULE KNIT THREADS ADOPTION FORM
(1) Your name (or your unknowing buddy's name), of course, and the sweater you wish to adopt.
(2) Tell me of your intended sweater schemes. How will it aid you on endeavor to spread holiday cheer?
(3) Very fashion!
(4) Are you a super hero (Peter Parker)? Put your name (not Peter Parker) here!


( OOC: go ahead and pick a sweater, he has a load of them. you don't have to fill out the form or anything if you want one! just go ahead and reply however you want. obviously come put them on people who will not put them on themselves. )

[ After being shown the observatory and being told of the events as well as the objectives he must do, Izumo moves out to the hall, leans on the wall next to a window showing the infinite expanse of space, and gets out the handy-dandy tablet given to him. A few minutes of fiddling with it, he manages to make it work (it's almost similar to the ones back home), and decides to look through the network.

Hmm. ]

( text, private: mikoto, yata, eric, fujishima. )

[ he almost wanted to let totsuka know, but. come on, totsuka? really? he doesn't believe the guy's breathing and talking until he sees for himself. ]

Looks like you're all doing fine down there. How's things?

( text, public. )

Space. Didn't think this would actually happen, especially to me. Never really dreamt of becoming an astronaut when I was younger.

[ ... ]

Ah, but we're all here for a very important cause, isn't it? Guess it's time for introductions. Name's Kusanagi, I'm sure it's a pleasure to meet any of you fine people.

[ when the feed flicks on, it’s to the simple image of a sharply dressed man adjusting his glasses upon the bridge of his nose. or rather, it’s the lens glare that strikes the view first, a flash of blue that obscures the friendly(?) way he eyes the viewer, the practiced way he smiles. ]

My apologies. [ the tone, too, is terribly kept, composed and precise. ] If I may, I kindly request that you lend me your brief attention for but a few minutes of your time.

First, allow me to introduce myself: I am Munakata Reishi. You will have to forgive me, I’m afraid, as my recent arrival will mean my lines of inquiry will run along the road of repetition.

[ it’s formality and ease in idle, clear-cut motions; he laces his fingers together and rests them neatly on the table set before him. his smile hasn’t moved. ]

There is, I understand, a . . . certain freedom to living in the time before we are called to action. Training is -- was mandatory, was it not? I don't suppose all of you have been keeping up with your weekly regimen during this temporary state of confusion.

But I digress.

Let me cut straight to the chase, then.

Certain concerns come to mind. Minimal organization though we may have, I admit I’m rather lost. [ there’s a breath of laughter, possibly meant to curb the tension… not to create it. ] With so many people in a state of little to no enforcement, is it safe there on Earth, I wonder?

. . . And what kind of activities, pray tell, have you found to be the most beneficial use of your undoubtedly limitless spare time?

( PRIVATE; TO SARUHIKO FUSHIMI: )