[There is the sound of plinking and clanging of the piano Sora's trying out, due to Senti's suggestion]

Hey, Tallahasse, what ever happened with that Twinkie hunt?

Anyway, I've been thinking [no jokes!] and I was wondering, what does everyone dream about? I have a lot of dreams. Riku says I talk in my sleep. I think he's just trying to tease me. But, yeah. What do you dream?

[ After the completely botched conversation with Sentience, is just sitting at one of the tables in the park, moping. And really, there's no way to sugar coat it. One big emo lump, and he knows it. He's also cold. But he's too mopey to go get a blanket or a coat.

He's never seen snow before. It's really pretty. ]

[The communicator clatters to the floor and turns on in a burst of sound, and then Deire's voice, murmuring dazedly]

No, Rian... Bread, I just want... bread... [breathless] Mama's not thirsty...

[some more vague, almost incoherent words, and then, gasping]

Oh-- Oh gods, where--

My comm... [she scrambles for the communicator, and it shuts off]

[Still very early for her, especially after about two days on the hunt. But. She's excited. And happy.]

After the past couple of days I'm a bit disorientated when it comes to any of the other on goings that have taken place within the dome. Were there any important announcements made? I realize that missed something pretty important.

Yuuri-kun, I'm so sorry that I missed your Birthday! I promise to make it up to you! I'll try to make you something. Um..._{lesse...something I know I'd like if it was...}Either way, I'll try to do my best!

I was asleep, so I'm not sure what news may have already been made, but Rido Kuran was stopped. I'm sorry...to all of the people who were likely scared before. But things are okay now. At least we can all try to move forward. Thank you so much everyone who helped. It was really nice...knowing that so many people were willing to work together like that. The fact that so many people were willing to try to protect so many others within this place I think is testament that the majority of the people here don't really deserve to be. Really...thank you so much.

Well, I guess that because of recent events...I never really got the chance to officially introduce him, but if you haven't spoken to him already then please...welcome Kaname Kuran! He's my older brother. And a pretty important figure back home. I hope though that everyone will be able to welcome him warmly.

( [Filtered to Zero Kiryuu] )

[Kaito on a good day was bad. Kaito on a bad day? Better run for cover. It had been a good day until he found out his brat of a brother was trying to get smart with him. Really, where did he get off, calling other people his brother? There was only one, and Kaito liked it that way.

It seemed like he had been away for too long, because Akito had been forgetting his place. So there he stood in front of the door, waiting for his dear little brother to come back from his errand.]

He-Hello? Is this thing on? My name is Dr. Spencer Reid, I'm with the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI. I think we may be experiencing some kind of misunderstanding. Almost all of the charges held against me are, technically, crimes, yes. But all of them were acts done in the line of duty, in the pursuit of very dangerous criminals, or done to protect innocent people, or other law enforcement personnel. Others are so vague that the timing of their commission is very nonspecific. If the Internal Affairs division of the FBI has no cause to investigate me for any wrongdoing, then I have trouble understanding why I'm here.

Further, I wasn't aware that the ball and chain method of inmate restraint was still in use by correctional facilities. And, ah, don't I get a phone call?

[This isn't Resembool. It isn't Rush Valley, either. The buildings don't look like anything Winry's ever seen in her travels, actually. And it's a little chilly. She reaches up to hold her head due to dizziness, activating the voice button accidentally.]

...This place...where am I?

[She realizes now that there is some kind of device on the side of her head, with a text read-out in front of her eye. The crimes run off in front of her, starting with 'Treason'. She reads them all, then takes off the device to examine it. There's a microphone, a speaker, and a number of marked buttons. It doesn't take her long to figure the basics out. It seems to be some kind of radio, but without an external power source. Obviously there's something powering it since it lit up like that, but she can't figure it out. She'd have to check out the insides of it later.]

[She shivers a bit as she puts it back on her head, takes a deep breath, and talks:] Hello?

...I don't suppose this is some sort of weird dream, is it?

[there’s some microphone popping as it gets tapped with a finger] Hello? Hellooo? Testing, testing, one, two…

[then takes a moment to breathe heavily and ominously into the microphone, then coughs suddenly and clears his throat.] Wow, that was weird…

Captain’s Log. Date: Unknown. Location..... Also unknown. Which is, needless to say, just a little unnerving.

I’ve found myself in a strange new place. Everything is… horrendously clean around here. It’s ridiculous! No self-respecting pirate would ever want to end up in a place as horrifyingly clean as this place is. It almost reminds me of… of porcelain. Heaven preserve me… And of course the smell around here is just… eyuucch. It burns the nose right off.

But I’ve got to find a way out of here. Luckily, I still seem to have some of my… [there’s the sound of cloth rustling] …Heyyy. What the heck am I doing with this rubber chicken? I thought I threw it out…

[more rustling] …Hey! All my cool stuff is gone! Man, now I have to start all over…

Elaine is gonna kill me…

[Mihashi had spent the last few days sticking mostly to his room. He had been doing his best trying to avoid Yamamoto and Yuri. He knows the other two boys will just try again to get him to agree to playing baseball, and he's too scared of what would happen when they realize how lousy he actually is. So he hid. But after a few days of only leaving his room (he'd managed to find a nice empty one) to eat and go to the bathroom, he was feeling very baseball deprived.

It is now early morning, and he is pretty sure that even if the others are awake, they're probably still eating breakfast, so he sneaks out, and heads to the baseball field, hoping to get in a little pitching practice.

He goes into the equipment shed, pleasantly surprised to find a pitching target, and drags it out, along with a few balls, and sets it up by homeplate. He begins stretching then, knowing that if he didn't, and Abe ever found out he didn't he would yell at him.]

[There is a yawning sound in the communicator as Len wakes up. He had been sleeping a lot, he had been sick the last few days and just thinking about wearing his communicator already made his headache worse. But, now he was back, and he was curious to know what happened when he was sick]

I apologize for interrupting, but I was wondering if someone could tell me if something important happened lately?

[Trudging through Sector 4 to return to his abode, Fou-Lu is obviously damn tired. Well, it's at least obvious if you aren't totally thick, with his posture and the tired, droopy expression, and the occasional rapid blinking to force away the blear in his eyes. The hunt was a success, and that meant all that was left was to enjoy the peace and quiet. In that spirit, he plans on enjoying a nutritious meal and a nice nap.]

[Assuming no one interferes.]

[ anyone who checks the fridge in the shelter may notice that about 1/3 of the blood stored there is missing. ]

-kage! Mikage!

[The recording feature had been accidently bumped. Now everyone can hear the sheer terror in the boys voice and the panting from his continued search. Totally not daunted by being chained up at first either. Chains are just chains... He's had to wear them before. Where he is doesn't matter to him right now. Nothing is as important as finding Mikage.]

Where are you? Mikage! Please -!

[A thump and some coughing that sounds eerily like choked sobs. He's on the ground, just staring blankly at it.]

No... I can't... I can't lose you again...

[After the calamity of errors that was last night, Conrad's decided to take the morning off. No training, no jogging, nothing but watching his cat -- cats, now -- romp around the butterfly pavilion, batting at the snowflakes and chasing after the red dot of Conrad's laser pointer, and occasionally snuggling into his lap to warm up.]

[He looks to be feeling quite out of sorts. And he's distracted, unusually so. So much that if someone were to sneak quietly up, they'd get a chance to catch him looking so very distracted before he puts on his 'everything-is-perfectly-fine' smile. But only for a moment.]

[Ammy awakens and immediately notices the thing on her head. It gets shaken off and sniffed at, immediately chewing on it slightly. Unintentionally she turns on the voice post in the process.

There is some barking that is just plain old barking at first, then some more chewing before Ammy finally examines the thing]

...what is this thing? I've never seen anything like it. And where am I? [Looking around] This isn't Nippon...huh?

[Screen noticed!] ...crimes? Hah, very funny. Someone here has a sense of humour.

...wherever 'here' is. Hmm.



((Ammy won't reply to voice tags bar to bark at you and chew the comm some more))

[ A chuckle. ]

Ah, wonderful! My day has started off quite well indeed! ♥

[ You might be able to hear a low, "lero, lero, lero" in the background. ]

Now, I was able to make this device take recordings, how did I manage it... ah! Here we are.

[ A shrieky "lero?!", and another chuckle. So far, the video shows a wooden floor. ]

Calm down, there is nothing to be frightened about.

[ The video pans up to this image. The pumpkin head on the umbrella starts looking panicky. The Earl just smiles. ]

Fellow inmates, please meet my dear companion, Lero.

[ The video cuts out after a moment, to be replaced by voice only. More "leroooo... but Earl-tama..." can be heard in the background. ]

Please don't be afraid of him. He is a little shy of strangers. ♥

Good morning, criminals! Today is the 38th day of the 3rd generation. For your information, we will continue to experience flurries until the afternoon, and then the day will warm up slightly.

I am very pleased to announce that those of you who have been concerned about inmate Rido Kuran need be no longer. He has been apprehended and placed into custody, and I will be ensuring that he can no longer threaten the rest of you. I offer my profound thanks and appreciation to those of you who went out of your way to ease the minds of your fellow inmates.

Since some inmates have displayed interest in taking up music as a hobby, I have taken the liberty of stocking the music room in the education center with more learning modules and instruments! Everyone please enjoy.



((Note that the main action of the Rido capture is still ongoing, so enjoy it! Also, a new event will be beginning next Monday, the 39th day, and will last for some time -- FYI, because it might interrupt some of your own plots.))

[Why yes, Hikaru was up during this time of night/early morning because he couldn't sleep. Haruhi was here? Seriously?? He just... couldn't believe it. Not just the fact that he didn't think she belonged here, but also the fact that she's here. His crush he didn't know he had a crush on. The first person he's fallen for though he stupidly didn't know it. Always so oblivious to things that are right in front of his face. It was just super awkward, what with the last thing that happened before ending up here.

Yeah, Kaoru was right. He knew Kaoru was right, but he didn't know what to do about it.

... Could he even do anything about it?

Such thoughts were hard to deal with when one just wants to sleep. Since Hikaru was sure that sleep was not going to happen, he found himself wandering around in sector 0.

... Okay, maybe it was more like pacing and thinking out loud. There's a reason why Hikaru is the known as the loud one anyway.]

What the hell?

Why is he- ? ... Why is she- ? What do I- ?

AAAGH this pisses me off so much!

[It was time.

The pieces were quickly taking their places on the board, drawn by the irresistible pull of the Purebloods that orchestrated this little game. It was ever the same amongst his kind, each master playing some game within a game, and it was something that Rido excelled at, even here.

The inhabitants were calling for blood, retribution for the thing called Hatsuharu’s death. It was ridiculous just how bent up they were getting over such a trivial matter. But with Rido in such a weakened state, it was something he couldn’t ignore. There was time to deal with them later once this whole annoyance was over with, once he’d given them what they wanted. Maybe then he could have room to breathe.

Sitting back, Rido propped his feet up on the metal bar that separated the front row of theater seats from the main screen. The large room was as still as the crypt, the flat white screen devoid of the life that commonly played about on its surface. Yet the Pureblood could only feel an eager anticipation to see just how things would play out.]

Soon, very soon our wait will be over with.

[A slow smile crept on his face, and he called out to the others that awaited his signal.]

Both of you, come here. I’d like to have a few words before the excitement begins.

[ooc: So that everyone involved in the Rido Hunt can participate and interact during the event, I have split up the thread into team areas to respond. You can tag into any of team threads, but the main battle thread is reserved for Kaname and Rido only. (And for the arrival of your team, please tag into your own Team thread initially.)

Please feel free to contact me if there are any questions.]

Characters: Tatsuma Sakamoto , Grell (open to anyone)
Location: Bar
Time: LATE INTO THE NIGHT (might be BACK DATED)
Warnings: none yet

[Losing Sebastian and Xion in the same day the other day has driven Grell to the bar. Not because he's going to drink, but instead because he's looking for someone to take his mind off the problems at hand. So to anyone who dares he'll be sitting in the corner, like a professional creeper, waiting and watching for prey people deemed interesting enough to bother.]