[Although not particularly imposing standing at three feet and looking something like a human child complete with her blonde hair in pigtails, this woman stands with a proud expression on her face. She looks towards the camera before beginning her speech.]

Really quite unexpected, this glass dome under the ocean;
though really, not at all a fresh or new notion.
But an alternate Vana'diel with Windurst so far beneath the waves?
Had some total loser adventurers told me of this, I might have thought them simply to be knaves.

Still, I cannot help but say, this fresh device is quite a treat,
even if I might say it is a bit incomplete.
Transmitting images as well as words,
and at a rate far quicker than those chocobo birds.
A linkpearl and gazing crystal in one;
you've really outdone yourself, someone.

But if you're to please your empress-to-be,
Might I suggest that you ought to bend your knee?
Take the novice Koru-Moru's magic dolls' lesson to heart,
and build in an enemy detector (though without its annoying voice); then society might agree you to be a bit smart.

Still, I suppose not all can have my beauty or my brilliance.
But every living creature must learn to have at least some resilience.
As such, citizens of this place, feel free to pledge yourselves to my domain.
Such a rather dull place here; no need for it to stay so mundane.

As such I will benignly accept any into submission.
Those recording for posterity, make sure to have no omission:
The Shantotto Empire, here I found on this day,
Now, shall we get this campaign on the way?

O~hohohoho!

What is this place? I don't recall any city like this in Kimlasca.

[ there's a lot of blue. ] Is it possible that this is Malkuth?

If anyone can hear me, please answer! It is imperative that I return to Kimlasca immediately. I have no wish for the two countries to be at odds again, but Father will surely take my disappearance as a kidnapping!

Mon dieu...

[Gambit takes a moment to lean against the nearest wall as the initial dizziness passes.] Who got th'number on dat bus?

[There's a long pause as the scenery and communicator are slowly taken in.]

...Somethin' tells me dis ain't where I was last.

[Day three, and she's given up pretending like she's not keeping track.]

[It's the beach this time. At first, sitting and watching the dolphins, the sundress Orihime picked out discarded and rumpled beneath her, a makeshift blanket, leaving her with only a bathing suit and a messy plait. Eventually she's asleep, lying contentedly on her back.]

[Sleeping without dreaming, for the first time in days.]

[Almost feels like peace.]

Oh, this... [ Terezi is amused, but there's a bite to it. It might even sound a little familiar... ] What is this, the Land of Glass and Noise Pollution? Gog you're all loud.

Worst. Game world. Ever.

[ Mumbling. ] Bunch of rotten, stinking imps. Just wait 'til I tell-- [ The sound of... slurping? ]

What, no keyboard? Ugh. Fine, I'll just-- [ A long, shocked pause. Then: outrage. ] Where the HELL is my sprite?!

Oh, someone's in deep fucking trouble now...

[Sai is standing in the middle of Sector Four.

Just. Standing there.

After being stuck in a monstrous mental institution for about a month, finding himself suddenly, well, SOMEWHERE ELSE is beyond disorienting. He removes the communicator from his head, slowly examining it.

Far different from his usual attire, this Sai is wearing gray pants and a gray shirt with a bright yellow smiley on the front. And slippers.

He tests out the communicator cautiously.]

Ah... Hello?

[The communicator flicks on, revealing a very bleary-looking redhead.]

[He glances around, suspicious. Then, finally, he speaks. His voice is rough, as if he's sick.]

What is this location? This is not the facility. What magic has brought me here?

Answer me immediately.

[[ooc; ... Varg is an OC. His world is kind of weird. Details are on his journal.]]

[This voice will sound very familiar to a significant proportion of the dome. Echoes of a far-distant past. But there's something... off.]

So, the cowardly government led by President Henderson has sunk to a new low. Have they now resorted to incarceration of all those that dare oppose their violations of the rights of their people? For this, there will be no escape for those that abuse the rights of mutants! Take heed, all those that hear this message. Zero is here to bring justice to oppressors and freedom to the oppressed!

[This is a Lelouch from XI, where he is fighting for mutant rights instead of the Japanese. He can be found... somewhere in Sector 4, in full costume.]]

[Unlike many of the recent posts from unfamiliar faces, this one has little to no fumbling at all. Rather, Lexaeus' face simply fills the screen, his communicator cradled in a pair of large hands as he tests it out. The video briefly cuts out, replaced by the soft staccato noise of button-clicking and mechanical fiddling, only to be replaced by a video feed with absolutely no noise at all.]

[A normal broadcast is soon restored, however. Lexaeus lets out a thoughtful hum soon after, carefully fitting the communicator back into place. He does not speak at all, however, instead simply reaching up to end the post--and test of the communicator's functionality--with a quick tap.]


((OOC: Just a nice, normal untested Lexaeus muse from Chain of Memories. He's from early in the game, between the time that they realized that Sora was in Castle Oblivion, and the time that they sent Vexen to investigate.))

( Is it a mirage? )

Hn. Madara. End your little game.

[Suddenly the video comes on and dark eyes stare blankly into the screen. The face is so familiar. Almost unchanged. But it's softer. Less sharp. Lacking the weathering of age.]

I'm in no mood for it.

[Buffy was confused.]

[She didn't know why she was here, or where Spike had gone and... it felt weird. Like, a sickening feeling in her gut kinda weird. She needed to find Spike so she could ask him what it was.]

[Wandering, calling. Buffybot is on a mission! Do you know where Spike is?]

((ooc: will be all over everywhere all day long, but starting in Sector 4 and making her way to where the graveyard is. That's where Spike always is!))

[Plop!

Have one gorgeous, brightly colored, intricately patterned rug plopping down on the ground. The view tumbles and spins as the communicator falls with it, hitting the ground on top of it and bouncing once or twice; perhaps it was turned on by a recklessly flapping tassel, flung by the wind? It's one of the more unusual kinds of communicator, judging by the stability and speed of its fall--the PDA simply has a fair bit more heft and a more compact design than the headset variant.

The carpet ripples and flows on the ground as though blown by a breeze, before one end lifts up and curves, serpentine. The rest of it soon follows, and the carpet--or rather, Carpet--hovers several feet off the ground, timidly curling one gleaming gold tassel around the communicator and lifting it up to.... its front edge. Presumably what would pass for a face or head, if one would care to anthropomorphize a rug so far.

....Then again, it's a little hard not to do so, isn't it? The way the upwards-facing end of the Carpet twists is almost as though it's tilting a head in confusion. And the tassels holding and patting the front of the communicator are certainly moving like hands might....]


((OOC: Magic Carpet, of the Disney movie Aladdin! From post-movie, specifically. *pretty sure the character could never be apped here, but this is by request, so~ ♥*))

*For a few moments, there's no video - only the sound of a young man quickly mumbling technical jargon to himself as he types - and then when the video flickers on, he's looking intently at the device, as though scrutinizing it.

He also looks very confused.* Ah... is this coming through? If there are any ZAFT, Orb or Earth Alliance forces receiving, please respond. I repeat, if there are any ZAFT, Orb, or Earth Alliance forces receiving, please respond as quickly as possible.

Can anyone from the Archangel hear me? Miss Murrue, Mr. Waltfeld? ...Lacus...?

Is that enough power? Maybe I can boost it a bit more if I... *The feed cuts out again, replaced by typing.*

Damn. A lot of new people and they might not even fucking stay. How the hell is that fair?

Some warden...

[A very familiar face stares at the screen, although he seems much...calmer than normal.]

...I've heard this is a prison. I'd very much appreciate if one of you could give me more details on that matter.

[He chuckles.] My little brother and I have some work to be getting back to.

[Ever the early riser, Ribbons padded around the house and made breakfast for three, the sound of brewing coffee purring in the kitchen.

He was expecting someone today. He was also quite oblivious to the happenings in the dome that morning, thanks to his communicator being left in his room...]


(( ooc: open only to Hiling, Tieria and whomever Tieria might bring along. ))

[Kyouya glowers down at his bowl of ramen, utterly unpleased by its existence.]

[He'll have to get into the habit asking the bots to prepare his meals, or maybe finding himself a cookbook -- if he is indeed stuck here for the long term.]

[So much for a "decent" meal.]

[With a shrug that's not quite a shrug, he begins to eat anyway.]

KESESESESESESE!!

[The video cuts on the the sight of a man with pale white blond hair and red eyes. The uniform he's wearing is navy blue, but what will stand out the mos is the shiny black and silver cross around his neck. He's grinning in a slightly mad way.]

You think you can hold me here like this? Ha! Who put you up to this? Hungary, that she-man? Thought she stuck to frying pans. Faking a prison isn't her type of joke.

Or hey, did West think this would keep me from going to Africa? [His accent gets even thicker to where some may have heard "Vest" instead.] He needs me in Africa!

[ There was screaming.

Lots and lots of screaming.

Was it a man, woman, or child? Whomever it was, their fear is visceral.

It was not coming from the immediate proximity of the microphone, but it would no doubt its volume would make up for this.

And then, in the pause that follows, a dramatic music sting strikes out! A loud noise, like someone trying to play a cello with a chainsaw.

Then, closer to the device is laughter. Quiet and husky, but obviously female, accompanied by the rustling of fingers seeking a handful of popcorn. ] This is so predictable.

((Sunako Nakahara from "The Wallflower". Open to creepers or to-be-creeped alike.♥))

[He's awake early, as usual. Does he ever sleep? It's w wonder.]

[The fact of the matter is...is that Kaien probably would have stayed asleep a lot longer than usual, except for the fact that he was still quite depressed because of recent events AS WELL as very concerned about his daughter. He knows that Juri wasn't going back to anything except for death...]

[But... There is one thing that he managed to do. And he's rather proud of himself for it.]

I finally got a picture of one of my precious ones... [He smiles to himself and the picture in his hand. It has always been something that bothered Kaien...but at least now he has a couple. It takes a little weight off of his shoulders. Not that he would tell anyone that something like this comforts him.]

[Sighs and turns the communicator on to video.]

Good morning, Marina. It seems that today is going to be eventful as well...! [You get a bright happy, Kaien smile.] I may not be a veteran here, but if anyone has any questions, you can just ask me! I'm happy to help.

Also, I'm making tea again. If anyone wants to join me, they're more than welcome. ♥

[The feed clicks on to show a very disoriented Xander. Furthermore, he's very close to freaking out.]

Okay I have been through a huge amount of weird and unexplainable crap over the past two years but this definitely takes the cake. I don't remember signing on for "Suddenly waking up in strange and unexplainable places", I do that enough on my own. I know I've always talked about wanting to get out of Sunnydale one day-and really who wouldn't-but this wasn't the way I wanted it to happen. [He finally pauses for breath.]

Okay Xander, get a hold of yourself man. If I was kidnapped or something I'm sure Buffy and everyone is back at the library trying to figure out a way to rescue me right now. All I have to do is sit an wait.

[Moments pause.]

Well it could be worse. I could be back in a cage waiting for a She-mantis to take advantage of me, or have a Inca mummy girl sucking the life out of me. Or be locked in a room with Cordelia.

[He puts his face in his hands.]

[Turns on the video, grinning like an idiot and trying very hard not to.]

Well, gee, looks like I'm not in hell anymore. Don't know how you did it Sammy, but I'm gonna kick your ass when I see you next time.

[disconnects]

[Anyone looking for Dean will find him in the kitchen, scarfing down on a big, juicy hamburger. Oh man, this was the good life! Which makes one wonder why he's not waiting for the other shoe to drop.]

[ Have some scrambling noises, and a huge gasp. ]

What?! Where am-- no! No, I was so close! You Britannian bastards, send me back!

[ Sounds like she's tapping the communicator ] Zero? Zero can you hear me? I'll, I'll try to find my way out!

So this thing is like a cellphone, oka - woah!

[A semi-familiar face peers into the communicator, blinking hard.]

This... this isn't where I'm supposed to be. Why am I under the ocean? If Loki's playing some sort of trick on me, this isn't funny.

Um... hi! Can anyone tell me where I am? My name's Jun Takashi.

[[ooc; Naoya-route Jun, essentially. /will dance around this to prevent muncest]]

[Upset Ciel is upset. First of all. It's crowded, and he knows it. Did his restraints have to come off today? Second...his father is here. Alive. He's not sure how to feel about that. Happy? Sad? Really...he's spent a year dedicating himself to revenge because his parents were killed...but now they're here. His precious parents. And that fact is only spoiled by the fact that he's going to be gone at the end of the day.]

[So when he turns the video on, he doesn't look pleased. In fact, he looks very moody.]

I'm bored.

[He announces this to everyone in the jail. He really just needs some distraction is all.]

[[OOC: Everyone please annoy Ciel. I give you permission! ♥]]

[Concerned girl is concerned.]

There is a lot of sudden new people arriving today, aren't they? Well, Acumen said that he is going to fix it. Just wondering, but do you guys found anyone from your world visiting?

[Maybe the question can distract some of the madness going on here.]

[The video feed flickers on and it shows a blue-haired, red-eyed girl who looks no older than twelve years of age. She seems to be looking down at the communicator. Unlike the others however, she looks very integrated into the video display. That, or she doesn't look that... solid.]

I am in a prison within a prison.

Being punished in my own world is not enough it seems.

[The voice has a faint mechanical inflection; but it is calm and quiet. For those who see her in action, they will see a holographic display projected from a yellow haro terminal -- a haro with cat ears and tail.]


(( OOC: Here be Meister874/Hanayo from the Gundam 00 side-stories, Gundam 00P & 00F. :3 ))

[A young lady in a flowing white dress padded around the gardens, fingers trembling as she held the communicator. She didn't veer too far from the park, as the presence of Amaterasu's tree somewhat gave her comfort. Wiping any trace of tears from her eyes, she approached the first person she sees --]

I beg your pardon, please; but would you be so kind as to tell me where this place is? Are we... are we in the Aegean Sea?

I... I am afraid I do not quite understand what is happening...


(( OOC: Here be Sasha/Athena of Saint Seiya - The Lost Canvas from the 18th century. She is the goddess of war incarnate, so if your character is able to perceive divine/magical aura then they can sense her. She is also capable of sensing you back. At the moment she is speaking in Classical Greek, as the communicator display kind of freaked her out. ^^;; ))

[Even with all the strangeness going on today... class must go on. That's what Fletcher and Alphonse decide, anyway. They set up in the educational facility, and by 10AM they're ready to start.]

[The class begins with a warning that none of the students will be transmuting anything for at least a year... maybe a few months if they're quick learners, and from there consists mostly of a lecture on the basics of alchemy with overhead slides depicting sample transmutation circles and the most common symbols that go inside them; both boys also give a demonstration of their alchemy for the class. A good demonstration of what they talk about can be found in this section, though the manga-only stuff, anything about the gate, and so forth will not be coming up.

It should be noted, though, that Fletcher is distracted for a lot of the lecture, as though he's listening to something else... Namely, all the confused new arrivals.]


((Tag into the appropriate threads inside the post! ALSO, please keep in mind that while Al and Fletcher said "at least a year", no one from outside the FMA universes is actually going to be able to learn to transmute anything. Ever. :Db HAVE FUN))

[The video clicks on to a close up of Joker's red grin, it shakes as he reaches forwards, placing it on the desk. He's clearly in the library sitting in a chair in the middle of the room. His makeup and dirty purple suit is mostly intact, and he slicks back his greasy hair when it falls in front of his eyes.]

Well hello there.

You know, I thought. I thought I was in Arkham, but this place is very, very different from my cell. [His gaze flickers about the room.] It certainly is much nicer than my cell in that dreadful place. [He grins.]

So tell me, [he licks his lips] where are we? Hm? What is this place? Who's in charge? Who thinks they're in charge? Ahmm. Don't be shy. Tell the Joker all about your rules.

OW, HEY!

[The video function flickers on when Lea hits the ground belly first and right when he leans up to shoot a glare over his shoulder he discovers that...there's no one there. To his left--]

Isa? ...Hey, where'd you go? Come on, this isn't funny! [He growls and sits up on the ground. Behind him you'll see that he's at the park. That's nothing too different, but if you happen to know Axel...then perhaps the sight of a much younger version of him will cause a double take. Lea crosses his arms and huffs.]

What a joke. Hey, what if I'm passed out? ...Don't think he threw us that hard. [Pause] Ok, Isa, you can come outta hiding now. Seriously, cut the act, got it memorized? [...Huff! Deep breath.]



...ISSAAAAAA!

((ooc: This is Axel's chibi!Other, Lea, and he happens to have a heart. In other words, this is Axel before he was Axel. More info on his profile annnnnnd...possibly will have KH BBS spoilers!))

[brief flickering and the video screen successfully pops up!]

These new machines always do get the best of me.

If someone could direct me to the North Pole then I would most appreciate it.

[note: Santa will know the names of all characters that have Christmas in their world! HE'S SO WATCHING YOU]

[ Sitting nestled in one of the Shelter couches, she fiddles with the device curiously after turning it over a few times in her palm. Button press here, button press there - looking up placidly in between to see who's near or around her. For a period of twenty to thirty seconds the audio comes on, catching the just the noise of the common room, rustling fabric and a girl's sigh.

She's holding the device up when the video feed starts, catching her chin and shoulder before a brief glimpse of her face. Then it falls to her lap where her hand covers the lens. ] Am I supposed to wear this? ...It's so tacky.

Hmph.

...okay, I can get the whole being transported to another place thing. And I dig the fancy comms.

But dude, WHY is my shape-shifting so off? Not cool!

And where is everyone? I know you couldn't have just dumped me here on my own. There's always at least two of us on these things. Cyborg? Rob? Starfire? Heck, Raven?

Guys, where aaaaare you?

...

Oh wait, I remember this place.

[Sigh] Deja vu all over again.

[His eye activates while he's still puzzling some of this together, and just like that he's in motion, not even thinking; just reacting. He manages to lift a hand to toggle a hastily-filtered channel and manages]

One of the new arrivals is an akuma!



((action for Robin! *love for dust and yaywon* will be tagging when I get back))

[Zero's communicator has been sitting next to his bed all night, the constant chatter of the last few hours waking him on occasion before slipping back into slumber. There are several things he misses during this period of time. His name being called by a number of new residents, not that they were actually calling for him. Santa. Even his guardian/boss had made an announcement.]

[He reaches over to grab the communicator, which due to his current sleeping arrangement was more difficult than it should be. Instead of grabbing it, he knocked it to the floor, which naturally activated the video function.]

[For a long moment, everyone in Marina that was paying attention was rewarded with a shot of Zero's bedroom. Zero himself was sitting partially elevated within his bed, a look of annoyance on his face as he glares at the communicator. Most likely you won't be paying attention to his face or what he's doing. You'll be paying attention to the body that currently laid on top of him. Hands clenched in the cloth of the shirt he wore, face practically buried within his neck and one tiny leg thrown over his own legs, her identity could likely be verified if you could see her face. Her stature and hair were a dead give away though.]

[Needless to say it's been a long night and Zero was trying to figure out a way to detach the vampire princess without waking her up.]

You still sleep like a child.

[The words mumbled to himself as he tried to shift himself further up into more of a sitting position, while attempting to keep her laying down on the bed. Not an easy task when her hands clenched his shirt so tightly.]

Umm...[The little girl on the communicator looks nervous and uncertain.] Hello. I'm Kana.

I understand that...this is a prison, but I'm still confused. I don't know why I was brought here when...[she wasn't forced to kill like the others. She was spared.]

And is it true what the message said? Are we all from different worlds?

{OOC: This is Kana from the very end of Bokurano the anime version. Just ignore me. I am here to break characters' brains this week. >>}

[That's... odd. It feels like she blacked out or something...]

Rido Kuran, did you still want to meet? Or are you too much of a coward?

[After staring at the device for so long, he finally tried it on and fiddled with it....then he found out that it was on.] Tch.

[He was moved to a new imprisonment and no sigh of his sister or anyone else he knew. He appeared emotionless, not surprised or anything.]

Magic or not, this move was unexpected.

[After reading the message plenety of times, Len's inicial freak out was already gone. He started touching the bottoms of that strange device (communicator, was it?) until he activated the Video option.

His face was blank and calm. Of course, he was a servant, he should be able to hide his emotions well. When he talks, there is a small note of hurry and anxiety in his voice.]

Excuse me. I know it is not my place to make demands, and if the warden wants me here I suppose he has his reasons. But I was in the middle of an important mission and I do not have much time. All I ask is to go back until I finish and report to Princess Rin, please.

[He had to try to save Miku, after all...]


((OOC: this was the same Len that was in Marina before, but since he's from a diferent timeline so he doesn't remember anything from the last time he was there. Feel free to confuse him, though!))

[ just look at this guy on the screen. don't you want to be him? bright red suit, stunner shades -- he's the definition of modern cool. the ironic sort. judging by the fact that his eyebrows are visibly furrowed despite the sunglasses attempting to cover them, this young man is obviously having a hard time with this.

when he speaks, don't mind the slightly southern (specifically a certain lone star state) accent. blame where he's from. ]

Ah, hell nah. Back this shit up. I ain't done nothin' wrong.

If it's illegal to be as fly as I am, this just isn't a world worth livin' in. Hate on my phat beats and my sick as hell suit all you want... Ain't nothin' gonna stop me.

Someone please point a bro in the direction of the nearest exit. I'm blowin' this joint.

[ oh hey have a little green boy staring at you. ]

What is this?! WHAT IS THISSSSS? [ screaming ] WHAT IS THIS NONSENSE?! WHAT SQUIRMY, DISGUSTING, EVVVVVIL HUMAN DARE IMPRISON ME?! [ practically growling ] OH, YOU WILL PAY, OH YOU WILL PAY! PAY, I SAY, [ a breath, then ] PAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!! Never will I let you get away with this, [ a dramatic gasp as he tries to get some more air, then, ] WHOEVERKIDNAPPEDME!!! [ can you tell he's angry? there's a silence as he considers something, then he looks aaaall around himself as if looking for something that should be there until he settles his eyes on the communicator once again. much calmer tone compared to before ] GIR. [ no response, so ] GIR! GIR!!!! I command you to report to me!!

(( Yes, yes this is Zim from invader zim. ))

--'s this?

[Have the pad of a blue thumb pressed against the screen, and a view of rows upon rows of very sharp, inhuman teeth as the communicator's owner yawns and rubs his eyes. It looks like he's accidentally turned the communicator on when he pulled it off of his face; with his rough blue skin and triangular shark teeth, and the prominent gills at his cheekbones, he certainly looks like someone who belongs in the ocean--even if he's stuck in a reverse fishbowl, so to speak. It also looks like he was sleeping before he got here, judging by the way he's sprawled out across the ground.]

[He groans a little as he pushes himself to his feet, the camera's view moving erratically as he stands and stretches. For a moment, he looks sleepily confused for no good reason, then frowns as he reaches over his shoulder and finds nothing to touch, looking around unhappily. Where did his sword go?]


((OOC: Hoshigaki Kisame of the Naruto manga. Taken from after the Yonbi was sealed and before Deidara went off to go die.))

[The video flickers on and soon. There. Standing before you...is the man of your dreams and for some reason...you are so drawn to him. You want to know him, you want to be him, hell, you just want him in general.

This tall, dark, and handsome stranger cranes his head to survey his area, smiling magnificently, and then in a booming, sultry voice, speaks.]

What a wonderfully convenient facility.

[He directs his attention to the screen. Is he undressing you with his eyes? Why yes. Yes he is.]

Hello, ladies. How are you? Fantastic.

Might I inquire as to what your man smells like? Does he smell like an Old Spice man?

Does he smell of adventure?

If not, perhaps I can be of some assistance. [Smile and TING his teeth ~*~SPARKLE~*~.]

[Her sigh came out like the deepest rumble of thunder on a cloudy day and the pal surrounding her body was a dark blue, visible only to those sensitive to spirits. Surrounding her, mini-Kyouko's patted at Kyouko's body, trying to console her, cheer her up, but they too were listless.]

[What was she going to doo_ooooo!!!]

[Sobbing, her mental wail echoing in the distance, Kyouko fell to the ground, pounding the pavement with a fist as penance for her inexcusable behavior. Mr. Tsuraga must be so disappointed in her!]

[.....Okay, this is strange. First, she was searching for Akarun with her friends, but how did she get teleported just like that? Did the Akarun led them here? Well, the bird told them that it was hiding near the arcade, not this underwater dome. She turned the device on, maybe her friends can find her with some public service announcement or something.]

Excuse me! Has anyone seen a girl with pigtails and pink eyes, along with another girl with long blue hair?

We're kind of in a hurry...

[the voice that comes over the network is a child, but one who sounds deadly serious]

Stars 02 to Long Arch. Come in, Long Arch.

[Nothing. A bit of panic colors her tone, now.] Repeating: Stars 02 requesting assistance. Situation... unclear. AMF appears active at present location.

[More nothing. And then some very animated grumbling.] ...stupid thing's broken. [AND YELLING NOW.] HAYATEEEE! REIIIIIIN! NANOHAAAA!

[Lelouch has managed to pull together proper accouterments for hosting in a matter of an hour. There's appetizers, drinks, sufficient seating, music. He's a magic man.

[Now he hopes his magic extends to the visitors getting along and not making trouble for the 24 hours they're here. Or, you know, the people who live here killing each other.]



[mini-event! Lelouch's allies are welcome to convene at Casa de vi Britannia. make your own threads and tag with one another; threads can be at any point during the day. non-castmates can come if they have an excuse; and non-allies, but be warned of a less than stellar reception.]

[The voice on the line is weak and somewhat out of breath. You might hear her coughing a bit before she speaks.]

Has anyone seen a boy named Keita? It's [cough] very important that I find him quickly.

[Feel free to run into her staggering around the dome looking for him.]


((warning: violence ahoy))

.....M-Marina?

Haven't seen this place in a while...

[ooc: One AU!Rin with previous Marina memories kept right here. More on her AU in her userinfo!]

[Alejandro's found himself a seat to sit in, he's not sure where he is or why he woke up here but he certainly isn't going to panic. He'll just examine this communicator he found until he can figure out exactly how to contact someone. He's turned on the video, but isn't entirely sure what he's recording is going anywhere.]

No doubt this place looks interesting at least. I'd just like to know the name of the one who brought me here.

ETA: (OOC: I'm so sorry for the molasses responses everyone, this week turned out busier than anticipated.)