[The boy's been here for a few hours before he makes any transmission. He's had plenty of time to observe a number of the voice and video posts and try and figure out what sense he can make of this place.

Such technology doesn't exist where - or at least when - he's from. Sure, he's familiar with telegraphs and still-cameras, but this machine seems to do things quite more complex than that.

Still, the device was conveniently labeled. ('Voice', 'Map', and 'Private' were pretty obvious, but even 'Video' wasn't too hard to figure out - the characters for "Move" and "Pictures" together.) He might as well ask a little bit, since with this weight chained to his ankle and no weapon to break it off with, walking has been a bit awkward so far. And no doubt the silent captor would be able to find him again.]

[He looks right into the camera as the broadcast starts, smiling constantly in amusement as he talks. Anyone watching will see a pretty unremarkable Japanese teenager from the shoulders up.]

Ah, good afternoon and pardon me...

I must say: how interesting to be spirited away to a place so far underwater like this! It feels a bit like I'm Tarou Urashima, newly arrived at the Palace of Ryuujin. [He's saved no turtles though he won't be mentioning that.]

Still, I'm afraid the the timing of my capture was a bit misfortunate. I take it the prison warden, Sentience-san, is quite a powerful person to have brought me here in the blink of an eye?

[Ioryogi is hungry. Ioryogi goes rawwwwr when he's hungry. He's snuck all ninja-like to the kitchen, ignored the bots, and is now trying to make a peanut butter sandwich for himself.]

[But to make a peanut butter sandwich you have to open the jar. And Ioryogi's plush, soft arms cannot take a firm grip to the lid.]

Fucking dammit, WHY IS THIS SO HARD?!

Feel free to mock this plushie!

Oh come on, Lana~ Haven't I been in here long enough? [The voice was young, obviously female, and even more obviously whoever it was was pouting like a child.] And when did you change my room assignment? I didn't know the GMP renovated their holding cells. [A small, prideful laugh.] Or maybe this is just for your esteemed guests of honor?

[There's a rattle of chains, and she lets out a frustrated grunt.] Merde... And what's with this chain? Do you think I'll desert again?

[She shifts to a low whine.] Come o~n! You took away my compact, but changed out my earpiece for this... [There's tapping on the side of the communicator.] Thing? Isn't an intercom good enough for you?

[Quieter.] Don't I at least get a shower? I feel disgusting...

[She spent some time poking at the robots to no avail before deciding she should probably contact her date before he thought she was ignoring him.]

Chuck?

Are you still interested? [Why, yes, she does mean the date.]

[Groggy, an incredibly beautiful young girl moans slightly, pushing up from her spot on the ground. She appears dazed and confused, her hair a little messy.]

W...What...just...happened? [She rubs her eyes, and her words might seem a bit disjointed.] K-Kyon-kun...? Ah-- [She starts to appear alarmed, but her movements are slow and wobbly, almost as though she's drunk. She tries to push herself up and stumbles several times.] No---I...I have to call. [She's urgent now but her words are slightly slurred as tears form in her eyes before she abruptly pauses....and then  weakly begins patting her body as though in search for something.]

TPDD....TP..DD...no...n-no...where is the TPDD...!

Good afternoon, everyone! I have made several stollen loaves and they are free for the taking in the shelter kitchen. Enjoy!

Also, I am hoping to speak to the lovely fräulein Miranda, if someone could direct me to her.




((ooc: Guys, it's pronounced "schtahln", not "stolen". The communicators would convey the proper pronunciation, not the spelling. It's also been addressed in the thread with oppositioishtar.))

... who is looking after Aidou's cat?

[You know something. Being shot with rubber bullets stings like a bitch.

Agito is a very unhappy shark, unable to really move without everything protesting like woa. Not that it really bothers him, but Akito is fussing over him and THAT makes him feel bad. Particularly when said other half has a few bruises of his own.

Akito's just glad none of this shows, apart from the bruise on his own cheek; the bruise there has darkened and expanded slightly. Still, he's more focused on making sure Agito's alright.

They're in a common room in the shelter, the shark leaning back on a sofa and trying to disguise the fact that breathing hurts. Ice pack is good though. Akito is biting his lip a little, settled beside him]

Are you sure you're okay...?
I'm fine, Akito...

[You can tell this little discussion has been repeated several times so far]

[Ranma's... sort of pacing back and forth in the hallway in front of Akane's room, all but psyching himself out for... what's supposed to happen. He takes lots of deep breaths, muttering to himself.]

Okay. This ain't a big deal, Saotome. Just... do it. Okay.

[He clears his throat, then knocks on the door and speaks up.] O-Oi, Akane! You ready?

[Yuuri held the blue pendant he always wore between his fingers, just turning it over and letting it swing freely now and then. He hadn't said a word on the network all day which was unusual. He listened in to the chatter for a little while, but never quite got up the energy to respond.

What happened earlier with Wolfram kept replaying in his mind. The hurt. The anger. The broken engagement. And, worse, the broken friendship.

So, it wasn't really any surprise that so much time had passed before he thought about his other arranged date from the auction. He told Naoya, he'd call him today. He should do that.

But it takes another half hour or so before he actually puts his communicator back on and does it. He even sets it to private which is unusual for him. This is the last thing he wants Wolfram to overhear though.

He's not quite as bright as he usually sounds, but since he doesn't know the other guy very well, maybe he won't notice.]

Hey, Naoya, um...are you free?

[While shifting in his sleep, he has somehow turned on the video option of his headset. So take a gander at the sleeping Kyon and the noticeable trace of drool lingering at the corner of his mouth.

Brown eyes open slowly, very much like they do every morning when his alarm clock or cell phone blares in his ears. His lids open and close several times before sheer laziness isn't enough to ignore the unfamiliar ceiling looming above his head. Even as he blinks and makes a face at it. Yup. Still unfamiliar.

Oh brother. What did Haruhi do now?

Wincing, he sits up, his hand lifting to his head as he does.

What's this?

Some sort of headset. And a message. As Kyon reads his welcome letter, it quickly becomes apparent by the sour expression on his face that he is not amused. In fact--

Wait! WHAT?!]

llegal Use of Firearms? And LUST?! What does that even--? Oh, come on, Haruhi. What kind of messed up scenario has your boredom dragged me into this time?

[He stands up quickly, trying to figure out how to get the damn thing off his head.

I really need to have a word with that girl about her twisted sense of humor and the fact that I'm tired of waking up in foreign, not to mention highly irrelevent, places. It's creepy!]

Ehh... So many people are still going out on dates. I almost forgot that I still have two of them to do.

[No he isn't counting Haruhi. Sorry!~]

SO! Zero's going to be tomorrow. And the other Princess? I couldn't possibly decide on that for a lady, so Miss Nunnally gets to choose!~

Aren't I nice?~

[Then he turns it off. But for the moment, he isn't in the shelter. Hasn't been since being with Hikaru earlier in the day. Picking out a pet had been nice and all, but he's ready for just a few moments of space to himself. It's not that he doesn't love Hikaru! Oh no, he does! It's just... Well. Some conversations are getting to him and Kaoru might have to reevaluate a few things.

He's sitting in the education area. There's a pad of paper at the table he's at. Kaoru is just making some doodles. Hikaru and Kaoru haven't been able to design anything - flower arrangements, clothing, or any web based projects - in quite some time. He almost misses it. Misses the Host Club. Haruhi. Heck, even that stupid Tono. When had he gotten so attached to some of these people, Haruhi aside? Kaoru is aware that some of his other projects can't happen as they are now. The right elements are just not there.

But is there a way he can turn them around? Hikaru should be progressing... And it really doesn't feel like that. A slightly irritated Kaoru taps the pencil on the paper.]

This sucks.

[Itachi is tired of his brother treating him like he's made of glass. Sasuke's awkward, overly possessive and careful behavior can be endearing, but in many ways it goes against all the years of independence and self-reliance that Itachi has lived through.

He'll have to remind Sasuke which of them is the older brother...and why Itachi is considered an S-Class rogue ninja.

But to do that he must first put his brother into a position he cannot ignore. So he purposefully uses the open, public channel on the network to make his move.]

It seems we still have one requirement left to fulfill, little brother.

And never once have we truly sparred against one another. [soft snort] Let us amend this in Sector 6.

I look forward to seeing progress.

{OOC: Itachi is taunting Sasuke, who will give in...because he's Sasuke. You can respond to the voice post, and if you want to say your character watches the fight, then go ahead, but no interfering with it. Potential for property damage has been minimalized with this being in Sector 6's open fields.}