[Wonka is currently in Sector 5, standing in front of an old looking building. It obviously used to be something, but it isn't anymore, which is strange, because it's right by all the shops and stuff. But it's perfectly located and just the right size to become his new candy shop!]

[He opens the door wide open and goes inside and looks around, leaving the door open behind him to let some of the dust out. Yeah...with some renovating...this could be just perfect!]

[Anyone coming by will see him pushing old furniture outside and making room for all the new things he plans to put in. Some of the stuff is too big to move without a bot, but there's a lot of small furniture out on the lawn now, like lamps, endtables, etc. Feel free to come ask him what he's doing/bother him~!]

[Fletcher is sitting, alone, in front of the Xenotime memorial garden with his chin resting on his knees, trying to sort out his thoughts.

What if it's not really true? What if the engineers and Sentience and Acumen really did just abduct everyone for no reason? If what Yuuki says is true and her world didn't actually change at all... Then none of it means anything. Nothing actually got better. All those people are still dead, and Fletcher's hands are still stained with their blood. He hasn't been able to accept that; he's kept clinging to the idea that Sentience fixed his timeline. But what if he didn't?

Fletcher can't move past that and accept that it's a possibility. His mind just freezes up. He just stares at the garden, mind running in circles.]

[This. Is a disaster.]

[Saki's just going to... stand there, in the shelter's kitchen, frowning down, empty mug in hand.]

[She's off of bed rest, sober for two days now, sufficiently de-bruised, and even got dressed today! Fate should be rewarding her, not punishing her further.]

Who broke the shelter's coffee machine?

[Button press button press button press!

--why. Won't. You. Turn. On.

--it is plugged, right?]

[Quick glance toward the wall and back. Yeah, it's plugged in.]

[C'mon, guilty party, reveal yourself. Saki hasn't yelled at anybody in almost two days a month.]

[Midori's relaxing by the new pond, sketchbook balanced on her knees as she sketches a series of intricate lines. She told Josak she'd stop by in the afternoon to show him her ideas for the boutique's clothing lines, but aside from a certain coat (that went through about sixteen different designs), all of her inspiration has come from fashion magazines.]

[Come interrupt her! She doesn't mind.]

[Good morning, Marina! Ryu is on the observation deck this morning, fishing rod in hand. He doesn't expect to catch anything, but just sitting out here with the rod and bait is comforting.]

[Anyone want to join him?]

Good morning, inmates. It is the 84th day of the third generation.

There is an issue that I would hear all of your opinions on, one regarding some inmate reactions to the blackout that occurred the night before last. It is imperative that you all understand that such events will naturally happen, so long as inmates have the free reign that they do. The only fail-safe method to ensure that nothing goes wrong is to reduce or remove that freedom.

So then, inmates of Marina Asylum, should the trust and freedom given to you be limited in exchange for a more smoothly operated system and facility? Or are some of you content to endure through some inconveniences, and retain the leniency you have now?

Inmates Fai D. Flourite and Toothless, your requests can be found at the entrance to Sector 0. Inmate Kefka Palazzo, your request will delivered by a remote unit.

You know Acumen does make a very good point.

So what are you willing to give up for your freedom?