[Looks like things are dying down after the Level 4 and all the visitors, finally. Komui's been holed up in his lab, tinkering with equipment and half-done inventions -- trying to avoid remembering Bookwoman's story, drown out Lenalee's voice telling him I hate you.]

[Luckily, there were things that needed to be done.]

[Filtered to Exorcists]
Good news! I just finished upgrading my equipment, so all of you can have your Innocence checked up. Line up nicely, now; one at a time!

[And since he's looking for distractions:]

[Private to Richie]
Hey, Gear! I think I got my radios working, but I'm stumped on a mass-alert system for the monsters. Any ideas?

[Lacus looks terrible. Her hospital gown neckline reveals discolorations around her throat that will soon bruise, the whites of her eyes are blood red from burst capillaries. Even around her eyes and ears is purple-tinged, and when she speaks her voice is weak and raspy, barely more than a whisper.]

[She's smiling though, and what little tone she has to her voice is upbeat.] Good morning. I apologize for the interruption, but there was an incident last night, as you can see. For the time being, I think it would be best if Gino handled any matters of new recruits himself. [Here she pauses, taking in quick, shallow breaths.] So please refer any interested parties to him.

I should be back to my regular duties in a few days --

[ There is the sound of the door closing. Lockon steps into view, speaking before he's in decent range of the microphone. His tone is pleading, with a tinge of upset. ] --you doing? You should be resting...

[Her smile doesn't change as she glances away from the camera.] Welcome back, Neil.

[ He sets the tray of tea down on the nearby table, along with his communicator, and then holds a hand out for her headset. ] Dear, just turn this off for now. Please?

Of course. [Making no motion to turn it off.] In just a moment, I'll be through.

Alright. [ Lockon sighs, sitting down on the edge of the bed, and reaching for her hand. ] Make it quick. You need to take care of yourself, first. [ But then he'll be quiet, and let her do what she needs to. ]

(( OOC: Lacus will be answering voice threads in this post! But be warned that Lockon can and will interrupt most, since he is feeling particularly protective today. Also, there will be [Action] available for visitors, but some may not get to see Lacus. Sorry for my overbearing muse. OTL ))

[The communicator turns on, and shows a blonde woman looking confused and definitely put out. She notices the welcome basket and the message, which she picks up, looking at it with a distrusting eye.]

I don't know what's going on here. The last thing that I remember... Well, it wasn't here.

This can't be happening, not now.

[Video - Filtered to Gino]

[It's bright and early in the morning, but he'll just say this anyway. He figures the leader of the defense team will wake up early. He seems like that kind of person...even though Kaien really doesn't even know him...at all.]

Good morning! You lead the defense team, right?

[Video - Filtered from Zero and Yuuki/Announcement!]

Hey! If anyone wants to join me...I'm going to be looking over my photo album and having a picnic by the dolphin observation deck this afternoon! If anyone wants to join me, they can! Don't tell Yuuki and Zero though, okay? They might take my album away!

[He looks and sounds so excited as he announces this to you all...even though it's so early in the morning.]

[Bright face suddenly flickering onto screen, the dome is greeted by an unusually early individual. Smile cheerful and full of life Yuuki beams; this time without the enforced sparkles.]

Good morning, Marina! It already feels like a great day, huh? The baseball game should be fun! [If you tell her that she's acting just like her father did the day before she will be depressed, so shh.] If you weren't planning on it, you should definitely come and watch, it'll be a lot of fun! [She laughs] Besides, I think you would make Yuuri-kun's day.

[Moving on, she's still cheerful, though a little more serious.] Sorry I've been a bit absent of late. Ahh~! And I even missed the paintball game! [She gives a small sigh. Really, the paintball game has been something she's looked forward to for a while.] There's just been a lot of recent things that came up. Ahaha...[Her voice lowers and she looks guilty even as she laughs weakly, rubbing the back of her neck.] _{It's possible to make up missed classes, right...?} [Clearing her throat]

More importantly! I have a new addition to the family! I got him yesterday with Headmaster! [Smile back in place, she reaches down as though picking something up, the top of her head bobbing in and out of screen. Her voice becomes a fond whisper] _{Ahaha, come here you.} [Rising back up, she keeps him hidden from view as she gazes back happily into the screen, excitement painted across her pretty features.] Everyone, please meet Busa-kun!!

Da dadada da dadadada da da daaaaaaa~! [Finally lifting him up, everyone has a very clear view of her orange haired friend.]



_{Hee hee~! Isn't he the cutest? ♥}

[OOC: Why yes. She has a vegetarian vampire bunny. :| 'Busa' is named after 'Hanabusa' since she misses her friends from home.]

[Rei hadn't come home last night.]

[She hadn't responded to any filtered calls, either.]

[She wasn't in the hospital, or her LCL tank.]

[He didn't want to admit that it was possible, but... he checks the list posted outside sector 0, anyway.]

[Upon reading her name listed, Tsukasa slides down against the wall, burying his head in his knees, starting to cry. He doesn't care who hears him, or how stupidly early it is.]

[Stagger. Thud.]

Quoi?

Ah... dis be de restraints someone mentioned earlier, non? [There's a rattling of a chain as he shakes the leg with the ball now attached to it.] I suspect it was de cards? Didn't blow anyting up or nothin'.

[A pause...]

Dat was a rather short night. Am I missin' somethin'?

Good morning inmates. It is the 79th day of the third generation, and recently apprehended criminals will be arriving in the prison.

Today, the weather settings will be adjusted to somewhat cooler, yet comfortable, temperatures. For those who may not have been informed by mail, a reminder that there will be a baseball game; held at noon in the athletic fields.

Construction of a playground is beginning in Sector 6, at Princess Euphemia's request, and any suggestions for the design should be directed to her. Please do not interfere with the area or construction work.

Inmate Ashton Anchors, the casket and plot have been prepared and are in place.

Huh?? How did I end up here?

[Red is pretty sure he was in bed three seconds ago. Now he's in a park like the one he first landed in. Also, it's not nighttime anymore. He's really confused! Well, there is one thing he can do. He promised to tell Jennifer if he ever got lost, so...

On the video (which he knows how to use! even though he can't private anything yet) you will see a very confused looking blonde-haired kid.]

Um, Ms. Jennifer? Can you help me get back to the house?

[The restraints, the arrival message, and the welcome basket? Yeah, he hasn't noticed any of that yet.]

[The video opens to show a man in a top hat with a weird haircut and purple eyes. He stares at you for a moment, with a strange expression on his face, and you can hear the squelching of a latex glove clenching in the background.]

Haha... [giggles nervously] So this is a prison? That's really...unexpected...and weird... [frowns a little]

I don't suppose there's any chance of being let out...? I have to get back to my factory quick, 'cause I left my heir alone in the inventing room, and if something goes wrong, the whole entire factory could blow up! [He says that in a rather excited tone. He doesn't want it to happen, but it sure would be interesting!]

Oh, and by the way, the candy in this basket is really gross. It tastes like Slugworth made it. [He frowns at the thought.] The chocolate isn't mixed right at all, and the flavor of the hard candy is, like, ew. [Finishes eloquently.]

[He looks at you, a slight disapproving frown on his face.]

[[OOC: He's in Sector 5 right now, kinda near the convenience store. > m< In case anyone wanted to know.]]

[[Moar OOC: Orz I screwed up my icons by renaming them...I don't think I can fix it, so just...ignore the icons on my older replies. ; A; *so sad*]]

[Yes it did take him a few hours minutes to figure out the device. Shut up. He's from the late 1700's. He's got the hang of it now though! He is currently in the shadow of a building, trapped there by sunlight--he thinks. He has a ball and chain on his ankle.]

Whatever this is or whoever you, I can guarantee you that you're not going to like the way this turns out.

[He sounds angry. Really angry. In fact there's some growl behind his voice. He picks up the brochure and flips through it. If one could see him he looks very forehead scrunchy right now.]

I want out of here and I want to talk to the person in charge.

[From the tone of his voice, talk may be a euphemism.]

[Considering all the new arrivals, the sprightly figure in the gardens is hardly a strange sight. He was flitting from bush to bush, watching the flowers, giggling, staring in awe at Ammy's tree.]

[This was Riku... but not. Diva was playing a new game, and waiting, just waiting, for Saya to run by on her morning rounds. She hoped Saya, sister dear liked her new gift~]

[The welcome message again. Also, she now has a basket. Rin found herself in the park, underneath a tree, but she feels weird. Did something happen and she did not know of it? She couldn't remember anything of recent events, but she remembers the events of her last time here at Marina. Oh........The communicator. How to turn it on aga- There we go! She stared in it, still confused as ever, before she spoke up.]

.....Have I missed something? I did not remember getting a basket before...

[Dark eyes blink at the screen, looking both annoyed and confused.] Hey, what happened? Where is everyone? Weren't we at the hospital?

Why...?

[Alma looks around the area.] How did I get to the beach? [Not that he sounds too upset about being there. Though the sound of clinking catches his attention. There's a chain around his ankle.]

Is this thing supposed to keep me from fighting? Allen, I promised I wouldn't! You can take it off now. [A bit annoyed.]

And what's all this stuff on the screen? Are these...crimes? [A frown. That's the right word, right?]

This doesn't make sense...

This prison has a library, right? What would I have to do to be able to check out books from there?

[LOCKED to: Charles "Chuck" Bartowski]

... if you're not busy, I have some questions about the defense force.

[/LOCKED]

[Have a video of a lavender haired rather androgynous man with a slightly feminine voice. He has woken up in a room in the shelter, but that's not where he had been the last he remembers. He appears rather confused.]

I thought this was only supposed to be temporary. This time with a restraint and a ... "welcome basket"?

Hn.....

[Chains were rattled, giving the sign of a new restrained inmate to the network. A dark skinned woman with long white hair and a bandaged eye was on the screen, her hands clutched onto the chain of her steel ball. What did she do to deserve this? She distracted Sebastian and Claude brainwashed Ciel, the plan was a success. She did nothing wrong.....Was it because of what she did after the butler broke the contract between his master and himself?]

[She then found the welcome message and the basket, studying it. It was too weird for her......Then, she became slightly surprised, a hand touching her throat lightly....]

I should not be here right now.......I have duties to complete. The warden. May I speak with him?

[This place is very--

--suspicious.]

[Rossiu's explored the outer rims of the sectors with a brisk pace and a dispassionate frown, sketching a map and making note of the different make and mold of each building he's come across in this handy little notepad he's now claimed as his own.]

[The so-called Pet Cafe has his attention now, having never seen such creatures on his homeworld. He's be standing outside, staring in, and his mouth is set in such a way that may indicate the future possibility of a smile if certain conditions are met.]

[Too bad about the restraint, though. He's already had to escape quietly twice.]

[Blood. It covered all his clothes, all his body. But it didn’t really matter to him… He had to tell Rin, he had to inform her that he had done it. Yet, he couldn’t move. Len was scared; he couldn’t believe he had done it. The memory was still too fresh, the knife going deep inside Miku’s body, that smile on her face…

He quickly pushes those thoughts away. Len was a servant, he had to obey, and above all it was his sister’s orders, how could he disobey? It was a small price to pay in exange to be with her. It didn’t matter that he had killed the person he loved, no, he had to convince himself of that.

It was alright, as long as it was for Rin…

And now he found himself in a strange place, with a strange divice in his head that told him that he was in prison, and a basket with some very useful information. It helped, but he still felt strange and a little freaked out by this new situation, so he starts touching the bottoms in the communicator, accidentaly turning on the video feed. It clearly show his blank face, with some blood on it.]

I must speak with Princess Rin... If I could just figure this out, maybe I could...

((ooc: I know I said he would be keeping his memories from the 4th Wall, but after all, he won't, so sorry about that! And with less fail this time! LOL))

[Saki's already disposed of her school uniform -- how many days was she wearing it, trapped in that world? -- and changed into something plain and non-descript before she even considers attending to the world around her.]

[Welcome message, welcome basket. Prison. She's ignoring that for the moment.]

[Right now, she sits on the steps of the cinema, paying no attention to the gleaming movie posters or the marquee over head. You might see her, watching. Not staring, just... watching. Not quite disinterestedly, but not with anything that could be considered effort.]