Good morning, inmates. It is the 58th day of the third generation.

It has come to my attention that there are concerns about the replacements that have been situated in your timelines for the duration of your sentence here. I would advise that they be brought directly to myself, and that you not be alarmed by the words of inmates who know no more about the situation than others. Their progress is constantly monitored, and no signs of abnormalities or faulty behavior have been noted.

The plant kiosk requested by inmate Setsuna Seiei has been established in Sector 5. If there are any special requests, they may be made to myself or the remote unit situated there.

Inmates Axel, Franziska von Karma, Chuck Bartowski, Haruhi Suzumiya, and Ashton Anchors; the items you requested have arrived. They are at the entrance to Sector 0.


((ooc: Acumen will not be responding to comments until a little later in the evening. Thanks for your patience!))

It feels so much better to be rid of those awful shackles. How many other people had to endure that for three days?

No time to celebrate. There is work to be done.

[Screened to Grell Sutcliff]
Good morning, Grell. Put on your best face because we'll be seeing each other today. Where do you wish to conduct the meeting?

[Screened to Charles Chrishunds]
Unhindered, now would be ideal to get together so we could have a private conversation regarding specific issues.

[Tsukasa's up early in the morning. Or rather, he's up late. He spent the better part of the night wandering around, exploring, and now he's curled up in a heap in the park.]

[His face is pale, and he's shaking, and it's clear that he's having a nightmare. But he's silent through it, despite that.]

[After her morning jog, it is still very early when Cornelia returns to the shelter to get a shower and stop by the cafeteria for some tea. She gets one for herself and one for her younger sister before she heads back to the room they share, hoping the apprehension she feels isn't so obvious on her face.

The sisters had agreed yesterday that they would speak to each other in the morning. Although Euphemia doesn't know what Cornelia intends to talk to her about, the younger princess knows that it at least has to do with their brother. Even though she was up for nearly the entire night trying to figure out how she is going to ask her sister for permission to see the SAZ footage, Cornelia still isn't sure how to bring it up, and wonders whether or not she is making a mistake.

Standing outside the door, she rearranges the tea so that she can turn the knob and then peer inside to see if Euphemia is still asleep.]

[ Feels like a small miracle he was able to get up, shower -- though with habitual dropping of everything from soap to shampoo to towel -- and then dress himself -- his buttons are off -- and make it into the kitchen for breakfast. The robots helpfully gave him oatmeal and very strong tea and some fresh fruit.

Which he is dangerously close to falling asleep in. His cheek is on his hand and his head is slipping downward. ]

[Morning in Marina. Not a lot going on, for a haro. Just watching the bustling crowd from beneath the brim of his fedora, high collar pushed up around his ear-flaps (and cut off where the rest of a trenchcoat would normally hang, leaving just the collar), the mustache painted on its face twisted into a curl of confidence. So many prisoners. Must be one or two that had something that'd interest someone like:]

[Pink: P.I. And he's got a job, see. From the pink-haired dame and her friend, Jennifer her name was, that were following him around... giggling. Anyway, they've got him hunting down information on Miss Jennifer's kid. Seemed they weren't too picky, though -- wanted information on anyone nearby, seemed like.]

[Dames: never trust a giggler. But it's their dime.]

[Pink's movements are shifty as he moves down the street, quietly playing a little mood music. And then hey: that person seems interesting. Best check 'em out, real casual-like. Won't be a problem getting close -- no one suspects a haro.]

[P.T. Barnum was right: one born every minute.]

Secret! Secret!

((OOC: XD Lacus and Jennifer have created a monster! Pink is all decked out in Private Investigator gear and on the hunt. ANYONE who wants to encounter either Pink: PI or the giggling duo of Lacus and Jennifer is welcome to tag in! Pretty much any of the major Marina tourist-y sites are fair game.))

[Yuuri is going around the prison putting up very special flyers that he and Yuuki worked on last night. They are all unique, but they have the same basic design and text.]

( NO JERKS ALLOWED! )

(OOC: EDIT because I forgot and it's about to be moot...)

[Private to Wolfram]

Wolfram? Hey, it's me.

[Long pause.]

Yuuri.

Okay, you probably can't hear this because Conrad said your communicator was still broken. You should get that fixed.

Um... I just wanted to say hi.

Hi.

It's okay if you want to talk to me. Even if you just want to yell or something.

[Another long pause.]

Yuuki and I are having a party tonight. You should come. You like the beach, right? There will be games...

Okay, bye I guess.

[/End private]