[After heading back to the shelter and taking a shower, Jun feels the need to get away from people for a while.]

[Which is why he finds himself on the dolphin observation deck in sector 4, staring out at the water.]

[Kana... he hadn't known. He hadn't realized the truth.]

[And now it was too late. He had hurt her...]

[He wipes at his face, trying to hold back tears. Kana, Machi... all the others... they were gone now.]

[Crying wouldn't help.]

[[ooc; Open bother post after helping Sakura with Itachi.]]

[See Zack. See Zack waving. See Zack waving and smiling like an idiot!]

Hey new kids on the block! Figured maybe some of you guys might need a friendly face so I wanna know if there's something I can help ya guys with. Name's Zack Fair and lookin' forward to meeting you in the next few days or talking! I'm good with talking. Sort of...

Anyway! Just holler if you need something, Okay?

Cherry.~ [Rayflo looks amused, but there is a little stress there around the eyes.]

I'm bored. We should play a game together. [Translation: I'm hungry and wanting a distraction. Keep me busy.]

We should play hide and seek. It was fun last time, but it's been weeks since then.

[Rayflo's currently stretched out on a thick branch in a tree in the park. Why a tree? Because he can. And because he's trying not to stalk his little girl at school again.]

[Voice]
Why do we have to do laundry in jail? Why do we have to wash everyone else's laundry? You people wear too much different stuff! It's stupid!

STUPIIIIIIID!

[This grumpy young lady tried fighting off the bots that fetched her and her compatriots and got tasered for her trouble.]

And why do I have to wear this stupid chain, anyway! It's not murder if I was going to eat them! [Grumbling and hissing as she folds a shirt with far more force than necessary.]

[Action]
[In the dome's laundry facilities, the newest inmates are hard at work--or hardly working--on the seemingly endless stream of clothes to wash, dry, and fold.]

[[OOC: Feel free to tag any of the three trolls, or start your own laundry thread amongst your own newbies!]]

[He's sitting cross-legged on the grass, poking at the chain ball attached to his ankle. Is it really necessary? It's a tad bit heavy...]

[Lifting a hand, he peers around, trying to make sense of the place he's in. A prison, apparently, but it looks really nice. Exploring would be a good idea, but after he figures out if his companions are here.]

Excuse me? [His voice is polite but cheerful.] Has anyone happened to see a cute girl, a very polite boy, and a rather angry-looking ninja with a fluffy white object on his shoulder, by chance?

[The feed clicks on first showing Axel wrapping a white bandage around his palm and fingers before he pulls on his leather glove again and picks up the ice cream he set down on the ledge.]

What's your reason for living?

[He sounds amused, just a little, but it doesn't exactly show on his face. He wouldn't be surprised if he gets called out for asking this, but, hey, it doesn't matter, right?

You'll find him alone on top of the clock tower, quietly, almost forlornly watching the sun set as it normally should, and rather than eat the ice cream he'd gotten for himself he's holding it over his bent knee, letting it melt and drip off of the ledge without care for whoever it could hit down below. So, hey, heads up.]



((ooc: I think he and I are both curious.))

[The sight of Scar in the library is probably a bit odd to anyone else that happens to be there. He obviously doesn't know how to read; he's an animal and they don't have the ability to write, so why would he learn? He thinks the books are rather odd. They look like oddly shaped and colored leaves bound together by some strange object, and he spends a moment or two just staring at them with a look of disdain. He has no particular reason for being here. He's just wandering around, and wondering why everything seems to be meant for people.]

[Guilford is sitting at a table in the library, several notepads and books piled neatly on the table before him. One obvious piece of paper is a printout of an older school schedule, with red marker crossing off the names of all the teachers that have disappeared from the prison, or dropped interest in heading up their classes, since the school was first being formed. It was a disconcerting sight, for him, and one he hoped to fix.

Taking a moment away from compiling his information, he presses a button on the communicator to begin a network broadcast. While trying to remain optimistic, for Euphie's sake, he definitely sounds worn by the news he has.] Good evening, Marina. This is Guilford, and I am afraid I have some unfortunate news regarding the current school roster.

It appears the ranks of those in teaching positions have been thinned in past weeks. Most of this is due to individuals disappearing from the prison; the most recent example being Miss Beatrice, who has left two classes in her wake.

I urge any of you who are interested in teaching classes to please speak up, so that the imbalance in the curriculum might be rectified. Chemistry, physics, or the like, plus any coursework discussing points of culture, are all in dire need. [Taking a short pause.] No significant obligation is required. Even once-per-week classes would be appreciated, and I am capable of assisting with any last-minute organization, or helping to secure the resources and space necessary.

[More optimistically.] Participation and attendance has been strong for the classes that are currently underway, and I am glad to report this. Any who step forward will be greatly valued as contributors and mentors to those who have taken their first steps on the path to new knowledge. [And, to be polite.] I wish to thank you all, on Princess Euphemia's behalf -- and my own-- for your continued support.

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[Voice | Private to Conrad Weller]
Greetings, Sir Weller. I hope I am not interrupting anything. I wish to hear more of this facility's history, if you might have some time to meet me this evening.

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[Voice | Private to Euphemia li Britannia]
Euphemia, are you feeling well? I know that yesterday's events were quite... strange, and potentially uncomfortable. [But at least there was no significant danger present, so he was not nearly as alarmed as he might have ordinarily been.]

[Hope no one is too startled by the sudden yelling. She's been working on this all day, so she's excited.]

SUCCESS!!!

Vampires! I have a blood substitute! It's based off of the blood pills, so it should work! Supply is limited, though, so only one bottle per person. I'll be in the kitchen on the shelter's first floor. [With her sword handy, in case anybody gets greedy.]

[[OOC: The supplement will satiate a vampire for 2-3 hours, and then they'll get hungry again. But what's really important is the side effect! ~*~SPARKLING WHENEVER EXPOSED TO LIGHT~*~ Depending on individual vampire physiology, the sparkling will last from 2-5 hours, so choose whatever timeframe you like! :Db]]

--What is this place?

*All that can be heard are slow footfalls and the quiet, shaken tone of the man talking into the audio function of the headset.*

It's a contradiction. You aren't the Church, are you? Have they started interfering into the business of the Far East at last? Did that bastard get help?

*The footfall stops. So does the musing. It's a low growl by now.*

It can't be it. That fool wouldn't do something like ask for help. She's MY sister--she's a Tohno, so the Church would never pardon us....

*The steady beat of walking is picked up once more.*

So...this place is a contradiction. It's a city, so how can a city hold prisoners? Criminals are supposed to be locked up, after all. But you let me out this easily...geez, this is giving me a headache.

Listen, whoever it is responsible for this bullshit. Acumanko or Sentience or whatever. I'm looking for Shiki Tohno. Heheh. Have you seen him? It's pretty important that I find him--he's got my sister hostage. You said you capture criminals, so he should be here, right?

((I think this is appropriate? :D Pardon my slowness as I get used to the new game and quietly/frantically go about memorizing the landmarks around the graveyard, which is where he's at. |D))