[There is a Nunnally humming happily to herself, making use of the shelter kitchens. She's making chocolates, according to the tradition she recalls Sayoko telling her about once. But instead of just giving it to the boys, she's making them for everyone she loves. Why should anyone be left out?]

[She's doing alright on her own. She's been watching Lelouch cook for a little while, and she's picked up a few of his techniques. She's also borrowed a couple relevant books from the library. Her hair is braided back, out of the way, and she's got an apron on.

Currently, she's mixing some food dye into some icing in a bowl in her lap. Won't you come say hello?]

[Len is waiting for Minako in the kitchen; she was going to teach him how to make chocolates. And as he waits, he’s thinking who he should give chocolates to. Should he try to make chocolates with forms? Like a butterfly for Rin… She had liked butterflies.

He will make sure to ask Minako if they could try that when she arrived.]

Hmm... This Valentine's Day thing...

[ Everyone's been talking about it lately, and Kakashi's just curious. He's gotten his share of chocolate and cards and girls chasing him around when he was very young, but it's been a while since he's had to deal with this... holiday. If you can even call it a holiday. ]

It seems like everyone's really excited about it. What's the big deal?

Uhm, Brother...? I have something I want to talk to you about... [He sounds very hesitant.]

[Allelujah was simply following behind the bot, finally just letting it do its job. Perhaps if he cooperated..fully...he'd soon have the ball and chain off. It had been almost three days now, hadn't it?

He just had to get through it. He was no stranger to that mentality, though this time around he was actually aware of the passage of time.

At least he'd been led to what he recognized as a library. While reading through the whole period of 'education', which he understood to be the purpose, was a little dull, he had some hope of finding something on this prison, or something else to take his mind off being a captive.

With the bot nearby, he picked out a couple books that might have something interesting within their pages, he dragged the ball and chain behind him as he went to have a seat.]

[Since he's choosing to play body guard now, we can't be sure how accommodating Axel is going to be today...or for the remainder of this week, to be honest, but at least there's going to be someone standing around him to maybe lighten up the mood. ...Who is he kidding. It doesn't much help that everyone in the prison is starting to get all lovey-dovey.

Ugh. Spare him the dramatics.

A little more than irritable Axel is leaned up against the wall beside the door to the apartment, waiting for someone to show up as promised. Also, he's trying to keep himself preoccupied by nomming on a Sea Salt Ice Cream. Comfort food. It's a good thing, supposedly.

Well, you wanted to see him, Saix?]

[You'll see the video running over a beaming, red-haired demoness at some odd angles before it finally settles into place, showing her lab with an Ashton sitting in a new device. It is a large, silver chair with three helmets, one for each head—dragon or otherwise. Wires are spilling out from it all over. Some don't even appear to be connected to anything. There is a big blue light, dimly humming behind the chair, but otherwise the scene is rather quiet, until...]

Greetings, Marina! Welcome to my latest invention, dragon-separation-kun!! Try to keep up, Komui. Today, we will be separating the two dragons from Ashton.

[She turns to flash a smile at him.] Ready, Ashton?

U-um, yes? [He was looking to the ground. He didn't want to move his head too much, it was obvious, but it wasn't like he had much choice in that. The dragons made no motion whatsoever. After a moment, he sucks in a breath and looks straight ahead.] Yes. I am ready.

[Anissina smiles and starts pulling down an almost comically over-sized lever. The blue light behind Ashton starts to glow brighter.] Don't worry. You should barely feel this with all the numbness!

O-okay. [Ashton steeled himself for the unknown. His face had a look of slight fear on it. He was initially very apprehensive about broadcasting the experiment, but she had insisted, and he wasn't about to turn back now.]

[Anissina throws the lever the rest of the way and the blue light glows until the screen is just filled with light. Hope no one has sensitive eyes! A moment or so later, Anissina, who is wearing darkened goggles—when did she put those on?—is looking at Ashton.] Well, that's not good.

Isn't it? ["Ashton" smiled. His eyes were closed as he took in a deep breath.] Are we not free?

[Then, more certain.] Yes, we are free.

[His brows knit in confusion, eyes opening. One iris was colored a very bright amber with a reptillian pupil. The second one's center was if someone had set a smooth turqouise gemstone within. "Ashton" looked down at his hands, and seemed to be surprised at how they moved at his command.]

This is unexpected. [The two heads on "Ashton"s back are still present, but their stares are blank; expressions flat.]

(OOC: Anissina, Ashton, Dragons.)

[The light was glaring, far to bright for what his eyes were used to, but he kept his head down and his senses on the alert. His pace was steady as he walked, more a leisurely stroll but with enough purpose to deter the more hesitant of his fellow inmates.

So much to process, so much left to learn. The restraints had been humbling, frightening. How long had the power to suppress a Contract existed? A tendril of rage burned within, barely suppressed by the passage of time.

Amber was here and her words were as nonsensical, unreasonable, illogical as ever. But the rage was banked, smoldering deep within as his mask settled, never shifting in the harsh light of the dome. He had time to think (to much) over her words. There had been time to tease them apart, puzzle over them. Hei was not inclined to see her again. Not now. Not yet.

Hei looks up, his feet carrying him around the far perimeter of the dome, counting steps, looking for the telltale signs of the living in each house, each complex as he spiraled closer to the heart of the dome, the shelter. He would avoid the heavily inhabited places. He wanted relative anonymity, a place to sleep when darkness fell. He would choose several--harder to track him.

He had time, and a prison full of overly friendly inmates to listen to. There were few people to run into on the streets, occupied as they were with festival preparations.

Hei smiles.]

{{OOC: Hei will be avoiding the park due to people's predilection towards gravitating there, but any other sector is fair game.}}

[Setsuna followed orders well enough. That was easy to see - well, easy if you knew his past that was. But the point remained that Setsuna could take orders and knew when to lay low. He figured that keeping to himself and causing no trouble would mean that he'd get off the damn ball and chain faster, but so far it looked like the computer was either not amused with his shallow attempts at placation or simply did not think he'd been acting on enough good behavior yet. If it was waiting for him to perform a selfless act of charity, it could hold it's damn breath.

But regardless of his feels and, it seemed, his actions his ball and chain remained on. At least he was partially used to its weight, though that made it no easier to walk. The sound of the ball rolling over the metal floors grated on his ears, made him cringe as he realized how vulnerable and visible it made him as he walked through the cafeteria in search of mostly empty table. Every step ached, his spine taught as if he expected to be shot at at any moment.

He finally selected his table, off in a corner with his back to the wall, eyes able to gaze out and keep a watch over any of those that might approach him or enter or leave the room. Carefully he began to eat, eyes always watching.]