[ Despite her interest in the church sermon that was mentioned in the morning announcements, Aerith decided that sooner was better than later in finding a good spot to eventually plant her garden!
Having found the large park on her map, she made her way to Sector 4, the large open space making her almost feel like she was home again. The two major kinks in this feeling being the dome over her head and how she could feel no heart pulse...hear no voices. The dome, while full of life, was completely silent to her. It made her feel strangely alone.]

Okay so, let's see..maybe over there by those trees or..? Ah! Here's a small plot already planted! Maybe this one is Fletcher's...

[ Looking over the tenderly cared for plants, she smiles at them. Maybe her own would be close by.]

[ Really, she could use some company.]

[These words...they mean very little to Latias. She understands them, and knows that they probably mean she's in trouble again. But she doesn't read them, as there's something more important right now. The initial looking over the device triggered the voice action]

...Latios? Latios? Where are you?

[Her brother should be here somewhere...why wasn't he here? He normally didn't leave her alone, and with so much going on...where'd he go?]

We have to stop the wave...Latios, where are you?

...where am I? [Now that she thinks about it, that could be a better question]

[Take a moment to observe Joshua. Joshua is not in his usual playful, smiling mood. At least on the outside. He looks rather bored and can be seen twirling some hair around his finger.]

There have been quite a few anonymous notes lately. How dull. Too afraid to let yourself be known, hm? Ashamed about what others might think of you?~ Seems pretty superficial, considering you're in prison!

[Have a sigh and Joshua leans back. Have a better view of the Composer, folks.]

It's getting stale. Old hat. I can't believe so many fine, upstanding, and interesting individuals could turn out to be so... Ordinary.

[Now a grin.]

So much potential. Just... Wasted. It breaks my heart.~

[Giggles, finger tapping on his chin for a moment. Then presses his finger to his lips in a "shhhh" fashion.]

Anyone up for a little game?~

[Kitty is in the training hall, waiting for Allen, so she can try out touching someone. It's a strange thought, but she is newly collared after her indiscretions with a certain Noah last night, so it seems like the prudent thing to do. She's not going to be helpless because of this.]

(OOC: Apa, we could do the skeeball here too if you like~)

[Miranda is currently in the park again, looking very tired, but given the the rings that are always around her eyes, it may not be noticeable. She's managed to finish the garden, since it's not that large, and Fletcher was such welcomed help the day before.

Now she just has to show it to her friends.]

[Voice | Private to Black Order]

Ummm...Lavi? Lenalee? Or well...ummm...e-everyone, I guess...i-if you want...

W-Would you mind coming to the park? I have s-something I wanted to show you.

[Anyone who comes by the garden will see a square plot with many different flowers planted around it. In the center of the plot is a monument quartered off by some large stones. The monument itself is simple, a ship's steering wheel.]

[In the park there are several benches set up almost like pews in a church, white and decorated with flowers at the edges and along the backs. Instead of two sedate columns with rows of benches pointing towards some dais, the benches are in rows facing each other, and in the center of the aisle between them is a long table with a substantive buffet of brunch food: colorful red eggs, fruit salads, muffins and rolls, glazed ham...

[The buffet table is extremely distracting. Allen is dressed in his full black-and-red uniform with a cloak and the Rose Cross worn over it; he keeps glancing at the buffet table as he stands right -- temptingly -- in front of it so that everyone can see him, with occasional glances down at his book to make sure he remembers his lines.]


Thus we give thanks and glory unto you, Father, and glory to the Christos, and glory to the blessed Virgin who bore him...


[He is trying not to rush, but he is mentally censoring out optional parts of the ritual to more quickly get to the eating part.]


((ooc: Event post! Feel free to post a comment here establishing what your character is doing during or after the ceremony, and other people will thread with you, or you can comment to someone else's comment~!))

Mass? Isn't that meant for protecting people from Kor? Or saving them?

It is a mystery to me how those ranging from dangerous to delicate can possibly be grouped into a common area of containment. If safety and protection is indeed the primary concern, the reason behind our presence here, then why is it that potential harm is a possible constant threat?

[Screened to Grell]

My dear, I have stumbled across a portion of a monologue you must hear. I do believe I see a nearly identical reflection in the plight expressed by this Richard character.

Why I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to see my shadow in the sun
And descant on mine own deformity.
And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover
To entertain these fair well-spoken days,
I am determinèd to prove a villain
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.

Shakespeare is not a name I was familiar with but am quickly growing to be fond of. Do you recognize?

[If one were to wander into the library, it wouldn't be hard to spot Jack surrounded by a wall of books, all with one common theme: Easter. He seems as though he's quite transfixed in his reading and every so often he makes noises to show his intest and at times his confusion.

After a few moments, he closes the book he was currently holding and sets it down next to him, a look of revelation on his face.]

That must have been the door with the egg on it! And the rabbit that Oogie's boys brought back must have been the leader of this holiday!

[And with that he picks up another book and begins to read]

[the communicator is flicked on. The voice coming out on the end is rather excited for a newly arrived prisoner.]

1.609 kilometers-! That's amazing, there isn't any kind of deep-sea technology back home that can recreate a city beneath the water's surface. And by that I'm sure that I'm not on Earth anymore – this must be an another planet, or an entirely different dimension altogether...what's this?

[She pauses as she fiddles with the communicator, switching it to the video function easily.]

Oh, so it really is a communicator... Hello! My name is Ami Mizuno. Is anyone else there?